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Fanfiction: Interweave (Lost, everyone/everyone)
This... may actually be the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written, and I have written a lot of self-indulgent fanfiction.
Here is a Lost fic entirely devoted to making all the characters bang, set in the first season (although it may take a few liberties with the timeline). A few characters aren't in the central poly relationship because the point they're at in season one makes it hard to envision, but I like to think pretty much everyone would end up there eventually.
Title: Interweave
Fandom: Lost
Rating: 15
Pairing: DEEP BREATH: Jack/Kate/Sawyer/Sayid/Shannon/Charlie/Locke/Hurley/Michael/Claire, with some emphasis on Jack/Kate. Everyone/everyone, basically.
Wordcount: 2,700
Summary: "You're in a relationship," Jack says, "with half the island."
Notes: Not very explicit, but does contain consensual voyeurism, canon-typical incestuous vibes and possible shades of self-harm ideation.
People are going to have sex in this situation. It’s not medically advisable, perhaps, with limited protection and no shower facilities, but it’s natural. Jack can’t swear he’d be able to resist himself, if someone like Kate...
Anyway.
Jack’s set up a discreet contraception station just off the beach, with the condoms and pills they could find on the plane, but the supplies are dwindling fast; they’re definitely being used. He’s not sure people are sticking to one partner, either. Shannon seems to be with a different guy every time he sees her: with Sayid or with Sawyer, Boone trailing after them like a lost puppy. With Locke, which raises Jack’s eyebrows a little – he must be thirty years older than her – but he guesses it’s not his business.
When you’re a doctor, you hear a lot of things, and your job isn’t to judge; it’s to figure out what’s medically relevant. If someone’s parents are cousins, what matters is how that affects their risk of genetic disorders. If someone’s a drug user, it’s a medical issue before anything else. If someone has multiple sexual partners, all that matters is whether anyone involved might have any sexually transmitted infections.
He can struggle to suspend his judgement for alcoholics or adulterers. But he tries. You can’t react badly when a patient tells you this kind of thing, because then they’ll stop opening up to you, and treating them will become that much harder.
The thing is, when you’re a doctor, you’re told these things after the fact. You don’t wander onto a secluded stretch of beach while you’re looking for fruit trees and see them. It’s kind of harder to know how to react in that situation.
Jack freezes.
Locke and Sayid are the first to notice him, but they say nothing; they just meet his eyes. Charlie is next, and he goes still, causing Kate to make a ragged noise of protest that Jack was not at all prepared to hear.
“Uh, dudes,” Hurley says, “did anyone invite the doctor? ’Cause, like, I’m not complaining or anything, the more the merrier, but he looks kind of surprised to see us.”
“Jack?” Kate asks.
“What’s going on?” Jack asks. He feels strangely detached from his own body.
“Oh, of course,” Sawyer says. Getting to his feet, folding his arms. He is wearing absolutely nothing. “Only a matter of time before Our Hero the Doc started tryin’ to take over here as well. Just had to be the centre of attention.”
Shannon tilts her head, looking Jack over in a way that forces him to break his eyes away from her. “If he wants to join in, I’m fine with it.”
“We don’t have enough women as it is,” Sawyer says. “Five guys ain’t enough for you?”
Kate rolls her eyes. “We don’t have a quota, Sawyer. It’s not like we have to drag Nikki into this before any new guys can be part of it.”
How is Jack supposed to read that? Is Kate saying she’d be okay with him being part of this? What is this?
“I’m gonna go,” Jack says.
Shannon makes a face. “Boo.”
-
Kate seeks Jack out on the main beach that evening. She’s put some clothes on since the last time he saw her, which is a relief; he really didn’t know where to look during that particular encounter.
“Hey,” she says, sitting down next to him.
“Uh,” Jack says, “hey.”
He’s been trying to have this conversation in his head ever since he stumbled across that scene. In his imagination, it never really got past the initial awkward greetings. How do you talk about something like this?
“Sorry,” Kate says, with an embarrassed smile. “I guess that was probably kind of a weird way to find out.”
“What, that you’ve been having orgies on the beach?” Jack asks. “Yeah. Yeah, Kate, that was pretty weird.”
“It’s not like we were trying to hide it from you,” Kate says, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “It just kind of happened.”
“Explain to me how something like that just kind of happens.”
Kate shrugs. “I don’t know. I think, to start with, that beach was just a place where couples went. And then couples were sometimes there at the same time, and things just started to... link up.”
“And now you’ve having regular seven-person group sex,” Jack says.
“It’s not that,” Kate says. She pauses, frowns. “It’s not just that. It’s hard to explain.”
Jack raises his eyebrows, spreads his hands.
“Okay,” Kate says. “Imagine you’re in a relationship with me and Sawyer. And sometimes it’s just you and me together, sometimes it’s me and Sawyer, sometimes it’s you and Sawyer, sometimes we’re all together, but the relationship is always all three of us.”
He doesn’t like that that’s the example she’s using. Why would she use that example?
“You get it?” she asks.
“You’re in a relationship,” Jack says, “with half the island.”
“I mean, not exactly half,” Kate says. “But it’s a good start, right?”
It doesn’t break the tension, exactly, but it puts a crack in it. Jack drops his head and huffs out a laugh.
-
Jack tries to forget about it. It’s not his business; he can’t control what people do in their personal lives. But it’s hard not to look at the people around him differently.
It doesn’t help that Sawyer’s taken to winking at him whenever they cross paths.
He finds himself hyperaware of every casual touch between his fellow survivors, whether they were on the beach or not. At one point Sun touches his arm to get his attention and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
“Some people just watch,” a voice says from behind Jack, while he’s watching Kate talk with Sayid, “if you don’t want to get involved.”
Jack glances over his shoulder. It’s Locke. “I’m not some voyeur.”
Locke shrugs. “Didn’t say you were.”
Locke doesn’t seem like a great person to go to for straight answers. But he’s the person who’s here.
“I don’t really understand how something like this happens,” Jack says.
“Things are different on this island,” Locke says. “You can feel it, can’t you?”
Yeah, that’s not the answer he wanted to hear.
They’re cut off from society. Some people are going to make their own rules, Jack guesses. It’s not the island’s influence; it’s just a bunch of people who are stranded and scared and looking for human connection. There’s nothing supernatural about that.
-
Jack wasn’t planning to get drawn into the whole mess himself. It just—
Well, like Kate said, it just kind of happened.
Kate was there when Jack gave in. It was when they got Charlie back from Ethan, when they took him down from the vines and dragged him back into life. Kate was crying, kissing Charlie again and again, and Jack kissed him as well, driven by relief and adrenaline. It didn’t feel like a conscious decision; it felt like the only thing he could do.
There was a moment, afterwards, when he and Kate were looking at each other across Charlie, and all Jack could think about was how he could kiss her as well. He could picture it so clearly that, when Kate looked back at Charlie and the moment broke, it took him a second to realise it hadn’t actually happened.
Kate had asked him, once Charlie had recovered, if he wanted her to gather everyone to that cut-off section of beach. For your initiation, she’d said, light and joking.
He’d thought about saying no, briefly. If he’s honest, maybe he just thought about it so he’d be able to tell himself he’d thought about saying no.
Now that he’s actually walking onto that stretch of beach, it seems insane that he could have been so confident in his answer. He can’t do this. What is he doing?
The others are already here. Jack falters to a halt, swallows.
“I’m not normally a guy who does this kind of thing.” It feels important to say it.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re pure as the driven snow,” Sawyer says. “Get over here and get your pants off.”
-
It’s less intimidating than he thought it would be, in the end. But he doesn’t go near Kate; he doesn’t feel ready for that, somehow. He doesn’t know if she’s picked up on that.
He catches her eye in the aftermath and has to look away.
“How did Sawyer end up in this?” Jack asks, searching for a distraction. “There has to be a story there.”
Sawyer raises his eyebrows. “You’re asking about me and not the Goodyear Blimp?”
Jack shrugs. “People like Hurley.”
“Well, fortunately for me,” Sawyer says, “you ain’t gotta like someone to want to spend some time in their pants. Ain’t that right, Freckles?”
“Shut up, Sawyer,” Kate says.
On second thought, maybe Jack doesn’t want to know.
-
Jack gets into the habit of heading to the secluded beach when he needs to work off some stress, seeing if anyone’s around.
He could be more direct about it, he guesses. Shannon’s not shy about coming straight to him when she wants him, and it’s not like he turns her down when she does. But it feels politically complicated to start approaching people directly for sex when you have half a dozen options; are you meant to cycle through everyone equally? If you approach some of them more than others, what conclusions are people going to draw?
Easier to just go to the beach and see who’s had the same idea.
It’s just Sayid here today. Maybe that’s what Jack needs.
Sayid is gentle when they’re alone, though, gentler than Jack expected. Maybe he senses Jack’s surprise, because he asks, “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Jack says. “I guess I thought you’d be rougher.”
“Ah, yes,” Sayid says, dry. “The Iraqi torturer.”
“Not because of that.” Maybe because of that. He doesn’t know.
“It may surprise you to learn this, Jack,” Sayid says, “but I call upon different skillsets for torture and lovemaking.” He pauses. “Did you want me to be rougher?”
Jack hesitates. He’s not sure how to articulate this; he’s not sure where the feeling came from in the first place.
“I want someone to hurt me, sometimes,” he says. “And I think you’re someone I can trust to ask. I don’t think Hurley or Charlie would know how. And... honestly, if I asked Sawyer, I think he might take it too far.”
“What about Kate?” Sayid suggests. He’s not asking why, and Jack finds himself intensely grateful for that. “I’m sure she could help you.”
Jack shakes his head. “Not Kate.”
Sayid nods, slowly. “Very well. That I can do.” Another pause. “I may occasionally ask you to return the favour.”
First, do no harm, Jack finds himself thinking, idiotically. He swallows. “Okay.”
-
Not everyone gets involved, of course. Things may be different on this island, but people are still individuals.
Sun watches, sometimes, but she doesn’t step in. It feels like she wants to, but she’s holding back because of Jin, Jack guesses. Jin stays away completely, as far as Jack knows; the language barrier probably makes things awkward for him.
Arzt complains loudly and pointedly about the ‘exclusive’ orgies whenever Jack passes his spot on the beach. They’re not really exclusive, but it’s not an attitude that makes Jack especially inclined to extend an invitation.
Shannon involves herself, enthusiastically and vocally, but Boone stays out of it. Maybe it’s hard to see people as potential sexual partners when you know they’ve slept with your sister.
Boone often watches when Shannon’s involved, though, which Jack wasn’t expecting. It’s a little disconcerting sometimes; Boone has very intense eyes, and they’re hard to ignore when his sister is crying out underneath you. Maybe he’s worried about her safety.
-
“Ah,” Sawyer says, climbing lazily to his feet. “Look who’s back to watch.”
“I don’t come here to watch,” Michael says. His eyes flick downwards and away. “Can you – can you all just put some clothes on?”
“They’d just come off again when you left,” Sawyer says, with a shrug. “Not like you don’t already know what’s underneath them. Might as well save us all some time.”
For courtesy’s sake, most of them are already shielding themselves with hands or discarded clothes. But Sawyer’s not making a move to cover up, and neither are Locke or Shannon.
“I’m just here to ask you to keep it down,” Michael says. “Walt could see something.”
“Yeah, we all know how the story goes,” Sawyer says. “Here’s the thing, though. I can make Freckles scream as loud as I like; you’re not gonna hear what’s going on here from the caves or the main beach. Unless you’re letting the kid run around alone in the jungle, he’s not gonna see anything he ain’t supposed to. And I think you know that.”
He strides over to Michael. Kisses him.
“So why don’t you admit the real reason you keep coming down to where the action is?” Sawyer asks.
And there’s another one added to their number; it’s as simple as that.
-
Claire’s got Aaron now, of course. They all help to look after him, but they don’t have any alternative to breastfeeding – no formula here, no sterile bottles or fridge for expressed milk – so Claire never goes far from him, which means she doesn’t visit the isolated stretch of shoreline that Charlie affectionately calls Doggers’ Beach.
She’s a part of it; she’ll kiss anyone who comes by to visit, her hands in Kate’s hair or on Hurley’s waist or stroking along Locke’s jawline. But, if she’s sleeping with anyone, she’s doing it privately.
Jack decides against asking. If she’s interested in him, he’ll leave it to her to make the first move.
-
Kate’s the only one at the private beach today, sitting on the sand. Jack’s first instinct is to slip back into the jungle, but it’s too late; she’s seen him.
“Oh,” Jack says. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Kate says, getting to her feet.
Silence. They’re just standing here, looking at each other.
Jack’s felt a connection to Kate from the first day on this island. It’s hard to explain why he hasn’t touched her yet.
He thought about kissing Kate in that first moment he let himself get drawn into this, after they saved Charlie together. He’s thought about kissing Kate plenty of times. It feels like too large a step to take, somehow.
Feels weird to draw the line there when he’s watched Locke fuck her. It was an uncomfortable experience, brought back memories of lying inescapably awake, picturing his wife and his father.
Maybe he hasn’t kissed Kate yet because, if he does, he’ll be sharing her with everyone else. Maybe it’s selfishness; maybe he’s just a coward.
He’s been trying not to think too much about it. But he’s never been great at burying his thoughts.
“You meeting someone here?” Kate asks.
Jack shakes his head. “Uh, just came by. I should probably go, actually.”
Should probably follow that up by moving. It feels like he’s forgotten how.
“It’s fine,” Kate says. “You don’t have to be interested in everyone. I don’t think Locke and Charlie are sleeping together either.”
He has to take a moment to think about how to respond to that. Some options feel safer than others. But they could close off paths he’s not prepared to let go of, so maybe it’s time to go with something dangerous.
“It’s not that I’m not interested,” he says.
“Oh,” Kate says, raising her eyebrows. “Okay. So, uh, is there a reason I’m the only person you won’t have sex with?”
There are reasons. Nothing that would make sense if he tried to articulate it, though.
“I think I’m probably an idiot,” Jack admits.
Kate nods solemnly. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
When he kisses her, it’s not as overwhelming as he’d feared; it’s not that different from kissing Shannon or Michael, Charlie or Sayid. Different from kissing Sawyer, maybe, but that’s just because Sawyer’s always trying to get the upper hand.
Maybe he’s in love with her. But, when he really thinks about it, maybe he’s in love with all of them.
Here is a Lost fic entirely devoted to making all the characters bang, set in the first season (although it may take a few liberties with the timeline). A few characters aren't in the central poly relationship because the point they're at in season one makes it hard to envision, but I like to think pretty much everyone would end up there eventually.
Title: Interweave
Fandom: Lost
Rating: 15
Pairing: DEEP BREATH: Jack/Kate/Sawyer/Sayid/Shannon/Charlie/Locke/Hurley/Michael/Claire, with some emphasis on Jack/Kate. Everyone/everyone, basically.
Wordcount: 2,700
Summary: "You're in a relationship," Jack says, "with half the island."
Notes: Not very explicit, but does contain consensual voyeurism, canon-typical incestuous vibes and possible shades of self-harm ideation.
People are going to have sex in this situation. It’s not medically advisable, perhaps, with limited protection and no shower facilities, but it’s natural. Jack can’t swear he’d be able to resist himself, if someone like Kate...
Anyway.
Jack’s set up a discreet contraception station just off the beach, with the condoms and pills they could find on the plane, but the supplies are dwindling fast; they’re definitely being used. He’s not sure people are sticking to one partner, either. Shannon seems to be with a different guy every time he sees her: with Sayid or with Sawyer, Boone trailing after them like a lost puppy. With Locke, which raises Jack’s eyebrows a little – he must be thirty years older than her – but he guesses it’s not his business.
When you’re a doctor, you hear a lot of things, and your job isn’t to judge; it’s to figure out what’s medically relevant. If someone’s parents are cousins, what matters is how that affects their risk of genetic disorders. If someone’s a drug user, it’s a medical issue before anything else. If someone has multiple sexual partners, all that matters is whether anyone involved might have any sexually transmitted infections.
He can struggle to suspend his judgement for alcoholics or adulterers. But he tries. You can’t react badly when a patient tells you this kind of thing, because then they’ll stop opening up to you, and treating them will become that much harder.
The thing is, when you’re a doctor, you’re told these things after the fact. You don’t wander onto a secluded stretch of beach while you’re looking for fruit trees and see them. It’s kind of harder to know how to react in that situation.
Jack freezes.
Locke and Sayid are the first to notice him, but they say nothing; they just meet his eyes. Charlie is next, and he goes still, causing Kate to make a ragged noise of protest that Jack was not at all prepared to hear.
“Uh, dudes,” Hurley says, “did anyone invite the doctor? ’Cause, like, I’m not complaining or anything, the more the merrier, but he looks kind of surprised to see us.”
“Jack?” Kate asks.
“What’s going on?” Jack asks. He feels strangely detached from his own body.
“Oh, of course,” Sawyer says. Getting to his feet, folding his arms. He is wearing absolutely nothing. “Only a matter of time before Our Hero the Doc started tryin’ to take over here as well. Just had to be the centre of attention.”
Shannon tilts her head, looking Jack over in a way that forces him to break his eyes away from her. “If he wants to join in, I’m fine with it.”
“We don’t have enough women as it is,” Sawyer says. “Five guys ain’t enough for you?”
Kate rolls her eyes. “We don’t have a quota, Sawyer. It’s not like we have to drag Nikki into this before any new guys can be part of it.”
How is Jack supposed to read that? Is Kate saying she’d be okay with him being part of this? What is this?
“I’m gonna go,” Jack says.
Shannon makes a face. “Boo.”
Kate seeks Jack out on the main beach that evening. She’s put some clothes on since the last time he saw her, which is a relief; he really didn’t know where to look during that particular encounter.
“Hey,” she says, sitting down next to him.
“Uh,” Jack says, “hey.”
He’s been trying to have this conversation in his head ever since he stumbled across that scene. In his imagination, it never really got past the initial awkward greetings. How do you talk about something like this?
“Sorry,” Kate says, with an embarrassed smile. “I guess that was probably kind of a weird way to find out.”
“What, that you’ve been having orgies on the beach?” Jack asks. “Yeah. Yeah, Kate, that was pretty weird.”
“It’s not like we were trying to hide it from you,” Kate says, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “It just kind of happened.”
“Explain to me how something like that just kind of happens.”
Kate shrugs. “I don’t know. I think, to start with, that beach was just a place where couples went. And then couples were sometimes there at the same time, and things just started to... link up.”
“And now you’ve having regular seven-person group sex,” Jack says.
“It’s not that,” Kate says. She pauses, frowns. “It’s not just that. It’s hard to explain.”
Jack raises his eyebrows, spreads his hands.
“Okay,” Kate says. “Imagine you’re in a relationship with me and Sawyer. And sometimes it’s just you and me together, sometimes it’s me and Sawyer, sometimes it’s you and Sawyer, sometimes we’re all together, but the relationship is always all three of us.”
He doesn’t like that that’s the example she’s using. Why would she use that example?
“You get it?” she asks.
“You’re in a relationship,” Jack says, “with half the island.”
“I mean, not exactly half,” Kate says. “But it’s a good start, right?”
It doesn’t break the tension, exactly, but it puts a crack in it. Jack drops his head and huffs out a laugh.
Jack tries to forget about it. It’s not his business; he can’t control what people do in their personal lives. But it’s hard not to look at the people around him differently.
It doesn’t help that Sawyer’s taken to winking at him whenever they cross paths.
He finds himself hyperaware of every casual touch between his fellow survivors, whether they were on the beach or not. At one point Sun touches his arm to get his attention and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
“Some people just watch,” a voice says from behind Jack, while he’s watching Kate talk with Sayid, “if you don’t want to get involved.”
Jack glances over his shoulder. It’s Locke. “I’m not some voyeur.”
Locke shrugs. “Didn’t say you were.”
Locke doesn’t seem like a great person to go to for straight answers. But he’s the person who’s here.
“I don’t really understand how something like this happens,” Jack says.
“Things are different on this island,” Locke says. “You can feel it, can’t you?”
Yeah, that’s not the answer he wanted to hear.
They’re cut off from society. Some people are going to make their own rules, Jack guesses. It’s not the island’s influence; it’s just a bunch of people who are stranded and scared and looking for human connection. There’s nothing supernatural about that.
Jack wasn’t planning to get drawn into the whole mess himself. It just—
Well, like Kate said, it just kind of happened.
Kate was there when Jack gave in. It was when they got Charlie back from Ethan, when they took him down from the vines and dragged him back into life. Kate was crying, kissing Charlie again and again, and Jack kissed him as well, driven by relief and adrenaline. It didn’t feel like a conscious decision; it felt like the only thing he could do.
There was a moment, afterwards, when he and Kate were looking at each other across Charlie, and all Jack could think about was how he could kiss her as well. He could picture it so clearly that, when Kate looked back at Charlie and the moment broke, it took him a second to realise it hadn’t actually happened.
Kate had asked him, once Charlie had recovered, if he wanted her to gather everyone to that cut-off section of beach. For your initiation, she’d said, light and joking.
He’d thought about saying no, briefly. If he’s honest, maybe he just thought about it so he’d be able to tell himself he’d thought about saying no.
Now that he’s actually walking onto that stretch of beach, it seems insane that he could have been so confident in his answer. He can’t do this. What is he doing?
The others are already here. Jack falters to a halt, swallows.
“I’m not normally a guy who does this kind of thing.” It feels important to say it.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re pure as the driven snow,” Sawyer says. “Get over here and get your pants off.”
It’s less intimidating than he thought it would be, in the end. But he doesn’t go near Kate; he doesn’t feel ready for that, somehow. He doesn’t know if she’s picked up on that.
He catches her eye in the aftermath and has to look away.
“How did Sawyer end up in this?” Jack asks, searching for a distraction. “There has to be a story there.”
Sawyer raises his eyebrows. “You’re asking about me and not the Goodyear Blimp?”
Jack shrugs. “People like Hurley.”
“Well, fortunately for me,” Sawyer says, “you ain’t gotta like someone to want to spend some time in their pants. Ain’t that right, Freckles?”
“Shut up, Sawyer,” Kate says.
On second thought, maybe Jack doesn’t want to know.
Jack gets into the habit of heading to the secluded beach when he needs to work off some stress, seeing if anyone’s around.
He could be more direct about it, he guesses. Shannon’s not shy about coming straight to him when she wants him, and it’s not like he turns her down when she does. But it feels politically complicated to start approaching people directly for sex when you have half a dozen options; are you meant to cycle through everyone equally? If you approach some of them more than others, what conclusions are people going to draw?
Easier to just go to the beach and see who’s had the same idea.
It’s just Sayid here today. Maybe that’s what Jack needs.
Sayid is gentle when they’re alone, though, gentler than Jack expected. Maybe he senses Jack’s surprise, because he asks, “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Jack says. “I guess I thought you’d be rougher.”
“Ah, yes,” Sayid says, dry. “The Iraqi torturer.”
“Not because of that.” Maybe because of that. He doesn’t know.
“It may surprise you to learn this, Jack,” Sayid says, “but I call upon different skillsets for torture and lovemaking.” He pauses. “Did you want me to be rougher?”
Jack hesitates. He’s not sure how to articulate this; he’s not sure where the feeling came from in the first place.
“I want someone to hurt me, sometimes,” he says. “And I think you’re someone I can trust to ask. I don’t think Hurley or Charlie would know how. And... honestly, if I asked Sawyer, I think he might take it too far.”
“What about Kate?” Sayid suggests. He’s not asking why, and Jack finds himself intensely grateful for that. “I’m sure she could help you.”
Jack shakes his head. “Not Kate.”
Sayid nods, slowly. “Very well. That I can do.” Another pause. “I may occasionally ask you to return the favour.”
First, do no harm, Jack finds himself thinking, idiotically. He swallows. “Okay.”
Not everyone gets involved, of course. Things may be different on this island, but people are still individuals.
Sun watches, sometimes, but she doesn’t step in. It feels like she wants to, but she’s holding back because of Jin, Jack guesses. Jin stays away completely, as far as Jack knows; the language barrier probably makes things awkward for him.
Arzt complains loudly and pointedly about the ‘exclusive’ orgies whenever Jack passes his spot on the beach. They’re not really exclusive, but it’s not an attitude that makes Jack especially inclined to extend an invitation.
Shannon involves herself, enthusiastically and vocally, but Boone stays out of it. Maybe it’s hard to see people as potential sexual partners when you know they’ve slept with your sister.
Boone often watches when Shannon’s involved, though, which Jack wasn’t expecting. It’s a little disconcerting sometimes; Boone has very intense eyes, and they’re hard to ignore when his sister is crying out underneath you. Maybe he’s worried about her safety.
“Ah,” Sawyer says, climbing lazily to his feet. “Look who’s back to watch.”
“I don’t come here to watch,” Michael says. His eyes flick downwards and away. “Can you – can you all just put some clothes on?”
“They’d just come off again when you left,” Sawyer says, with a shrug. “Not like you don’t already know what’s underneath them. Might as well save us all some time.”
For courtesy’s sake, most of them are already shielding themselves with hands or discarded clothes. But Sawyer’s not making a move to cover up, and neither are Locke or Shannon.
“I’m just here to ask you to keep it down,” Michael says. “Walt could see something.”
“Yeah, we all know how the story goes,” Sawyer says. “Here’s the thing, though. I can make Freckles scream as loud as I like; you’re not gonna hear what’s going on here from the caves or the main beach. Unless you’re letting the kid run around alone in the jungle, he’s not gonna see anything he ain’t supposed to. And I think you know that.”
He strides over to Michael. Kisses him.
“So why don’t you admit the real reason you keep coming down to where the action is?” Sawyer asks.
And there’s another one added to their number; it’s as simple as that.
Claire’s got Aaron now, of course. They all help to look after him, but they don’t have any alternative to breastfeeding – no formula here, no sterile bottles or fridge for expressed milk – so Claire never goes far from him, which means she doesn’t visit the isolated stretch of shoreline that Charlie affectionately calls Doggers’ Beach.
She’s a part of it; she’ll kiss anyone who comes by to visit, her hands in Kate’s hair or on Hurley’s waist or stroking along Locke’s jawline. But, if she’s sleeping with anyone, she’s doing it privately.
Jack decides against asking. If she’s interested in him, he’ll leave it to her to make the first move.
Kate’s the only one at the private beach today, sitting on the sand. Jack’s first instinct is to slip back into the jungle, but it’s too late; she’s seen him.
“Oh,” Jack says. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Kate says, getting to her feet.
Silence. They’re just standing here, looking at each other.
Jack’s felt a connection to Kate from the first day on this island. It’s hard to explain why he hasn’t touched her yet.
He thought about kissing Kate in that first moment he let himself get drawn into this, after they saved Charlie together. He’s thought about kissing Kate plenty of times. It feels like too large a step to take, somehow.
Feels weird to draw the line there when he’s watched Locke fuck her. It was an uncomfortable experience, brought back memories of lying inescapably awake, picturing his wife and his father.
Maybe he hasn’t kissed Kate yet because, if he does, he’ll be sharing her with everyone else. Maybe it’s selfishness; maybe he’s just a coward.
He’s been trying not to think too much about it. But he’s never been great at burying his thoughts.
“You meeting someone here?” Kate asks.
Jack shakes his head. “Uh, just came by. I should probably go, actually.”
Should probably follow that up by moving. It feels like he’s forgotten how.
“It’s fine,” Kate says. “You don’t have to be interested in everyone. I don’t think Locke and Charlie are sleeping together either.”
He has to take a moment to think about how to respond to that. Some options feel safer than others. But they could close off paths he’s not prepared to let go of, so maybe it’s time to go with something dangerous.
“It’s not that I’m not interested,” he says.
“Oh,” Kate says, raising her eyebrows. “Okay. So, uh, is there a reason I’m the only person you won’t have sex with?”
There are reasons. Nothing that would make sense if he tried to articulate it, though.
“I think I’m probably an idiot,” Jack admits.
Kate nods solemnly. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
When he kisses her, it’s not as overwhelming as he’d feared; it’s not that different from kissing Shannon or Michael, Charlie or Sayid. Different from kissing Sawyer, maybe, but that’s just because Sawyer’s always trying to get the upper hand.
Maybe he’s in love with her. But, when he really thinks about it, maybe he’s in love with all of them.
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I clearly need a non-angsty-looking Lost icon. xDno subject
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This is the highest compliment, hahah, thank you! :D (And tbh at this point I'm one of the biggest Lost fans I know. xD) It definitely worked for me, and I'm still smiling about it, happy people make me happy. :D
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