Bunch of Hippies - Lost - Daniel/Juliet/Sawyer
Title: Bunch of Hippies
Pairing: established Daniel/Juliet/Sawyer
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG
A/N: For writing_rainbow's "Baby's breath" prompt. Fluff, fluff, fluff.
Summary: A quiet moment on the porch.
"Congratulations," Daniel says, lingering awkwardly on her porch. "I just heard."
There are still tears in her eyes as she smiles at him and thinks of the newborn life she'd helped to bring into the world today. "It's not happened yet," she says. "Whatever it is that kills the mothers, it hasn't happened."
He nods and sits down beside her on the porch. Their legs hang over the edge. Her toes can touch the ground but Daniel's are just shy. She lets him lean against her, just a little. It's comforting - he's comforting - even when for once there is nothing to be comforted about. The world is right and they are safe. Alive.
"Do you think we could stop it?" she asks, though she knows the truth. "Maybe we can prevent it from happening."
So many lives would be saved - so many women she had counted as friends.
Daniel leans his head against her shoulder and her arm moves leisurely around him. "Yeah, maybe."
He's a terrible liar, but at least he tries. Smiling, Juliet imagines what it would be like to rescue her friends, from the past. Like a superhero in a comic book she could save the day - and they'd never know, never thank her. It wouldn't matter.
They sit together through the sunset, until Sawyer comes home. "Well don't you two look cosy?" he says.
It isn't jealousy, like maybe it would have been if it were anyone but Daniel. Daniel is as welcome in their helter-skelter family as it is possible to be.
"Budge up," Sawyer instructs, nudging at Daniel with his toe.
Daniel squirms and Sawyer sits down between the two of them. His arm settles around Juliet's shoulders and he draws her close, then Daniel too. It's been three years since they first settled here; two since she fell for Sawyer; and one since they invited Daniel to join them too.
"Someone might see," Daniel says, his voice tired and heavy.
Sawyer's arms don't budge. "It ain't like I'm molesting the pair of you right here on the porch," he says. "And, hell, they're a bunch of hippies. I think they're open to the idea of 'free love', don't you?"
"We've earned it," Juliet says, thinking not only of the baby as it screamed its first breath but of everything - of all the pain and stress it's taken to get the three of them here, to make them happy.
"That we have, princess," Sawyer confirms. He kisses the top of her head and Daniel reaches across Sawyer's lap to hold her hand. "That we have."
Pairing: established Daniel/Juliet/Sawyer
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG
A/N: For writing_rainbow's "Baby's breath" prompt. Fluff, fluff, fluff.
Summary: A quiet moment on the porch.
"Congratulations," Daniel says, lingering awkwardly on her porch. "I just heard."
There are still tears in her eyes as she smiles at him and thinks of the newborn life she'd helped to bring into the world today. "It's not happened yet," she says. "Whatever it is that kills the mothers, it hasn't happened."
He nods and sits down beside her on the porch. Their legs hang over the edge. Her toes can touch the ground but Daniel's are just shy. She lets him lean against her, just a little. It's comforting - he's comforting - even when for once there is nothing to be comforted about. The world is right and they are safe. Alive.
"Do you think we could stop it?" she asks, though she knows the truth. "Maybe we can prevent it from happening."
So many lives would be saved - so many women she had counted as friends.
Daniel leans his head against her shoulder and her arm moves leisurely around him. "Yeah, maybe."
He's a terrible liar, but at least he tries. Smiling, Juliet imagines what it would be like to rescue her friends, from the past. Like a superhero in a comic book she could save the day - and they'd never know, never thank her. It wouldn't matter.
They sit together through the sunset, until Sawyer comes home. "Well don't you two look cosy?" he says.
It isn't jealousy, like maybe it would have been if it were anyone but Daniel. Daniel is as welcome in their helter-skelter family as it is possible to be.
"Budge up," Sawyer instructs, nudging at Daniel with his toe.
Daniel squirms and Sawyer sits down between the two of them. His arm settles around Juliet's shoulders and he draws her close, then Daniel too. It's been three years since they first settled here; two since she fell for Sawyer; and one since they invited Daniel to join them too.
"Someone might see," Daniel says, his voice tired and heavy.
Sawyer's arms don't budge. "It ain't like I'm molesting the pair of you right here on the porch," he says. "And, hell, they're a bunch of hippies. I think they're open to the idea of 'free love', don't you?"
"We've earned it," Juliet says, thinking not only of the baby as it screamed its first breath but of everything - of all the pain and stress it's taken to get the three of them here, to make them happy.
"That we have, princess," Sawyer confirms. He kisses the top of her head and Daniel reaches across Sawyer's lap to hold her hand. "That we have."