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Title: Early Winter
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Juliet/Goodwin
Rating: G
Word Count: 932
Prompt: Early Winter by Gwen Stefani from the song challenge at Pretty_stickers
Summary: A peepshot look at Juliet and Goodwins relationship after Ben send's him to the site of the plane crash.
Tears shivered from her lashes like leaves falling from a tree before meandering down her face and dripping from her chin. She always had been one for crying so she didn’t know why it surprised her so much she should be crying for him. The surprise perhaps, wasn’t founded on her predisposition for crying but the feelings his absence had elicited in her.
No time for goodbye’s the last she had seen of him had been the masculine outline of his back disappear into the distance. It hurt so much that he should be sent, that Ben should send him despite Goodwin’s ties to her or perhaps, because of them.
Alone in her living room the silence had never been more deafening as she wondered why she had once again given in to love. She swore that she wouldn’t make friends here - that she wouldn’t find love - so it wouldn’t be so hard to leave and resume the life she had left behind. As she looked out at the tree’s that seemed to wilt a little more with every minute they were apart, she wondered what he was doing; indeed, if he was even still alive. She didn’t know what manner of creatures had just fallen from the sky with the plane, but she hoped they weren’t hostile.
They should be sharing warm, heavenly scented muffins right now but instead her plans with him are as black and charred as the muffin’s themselves. Instead she was only left with a hint of him; the smell of his cologne on the armchair, one of his discarded socks peeping from behind the coffee table and his razor left by the sink, traces of shaving foam still evident around it. While all these things offered comfort they were just little traces of him that could never be combined to match the man. She wondered why she was acting as if this was the end, why it seemed as if they would never claw back the life that had just been shattered with just a few calm directions from Ben.
As she snuggled further into the chair he usually habituated, she couldn’t help but think that this was suitably awful end to a spectacularly crappy day.
The next time Juliet saw him he was different; she couldn’t pin point if it was the way the light filtered through the leaves and fell on his face or whether it was just his general demeanour. It was like they had had a fight she didn’t recall; a grudge not yet buried, seemed to coat his words. The welcoming kiss she had expected and indeed, had become accustomed to after a reunion, was that of a frosty cheek turned to her lips.
She spoke with him about him coming with her when she left; their forced separation had done much to remind her how much she needed his strength and support. But he was unwilling to leave, how could he when there was so much good still to be done?
She doesn’t to this day if he set out to intentionally hurt her but the admission stung her eyes like an icy breeze.
“I thought you loved me?” Her shaky hand tucked her windswept blonde hair behind an ear.
“I do but I love my job too. We’re doing important work here, I can’t just leave!” His voice was steely and she felt her heart break just little more.
“You said I was the most important thing to you?” Finally anger took the place of hurt; why had she wasted precious moments - precious weeks - pining for a man who clearly saw her as nothing more than a live in lover?
He seemed to flounder for a moment raking his hands through his thick mane of hair - the very hair her own fingers had tangled in just weeks earlier - before he exhaled loudly.
“You are important to me; I just don’t think I could be happy anywhere else.”
Her eyebrows shot skyward faster than a bullet from a gun.
“You’ve never said that before. I can’t believe you have lied to me, Goodwin. You knew I wanted to leave, you know I wanted us to be together. You made me think you wanted that too.” She stared at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you lied to me. You know I hate liars.”
“I only wanted you to be happy.”
He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.
“Just leave me alone.” Even as she said the words she never believed for one minute he would do just that. Right up until the moment he turned on his heel and strode off without so much as a backward glance she firmly believed they could work it out, despite her anger.
She watched as he walked back to Ana-Lucia and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. There was a cold nip in the air and she wondered if she would ever be warm again.
“I think we’re in for an early winter this year.” Danny remarked as she made towards home.
She nodded in reply and thought how right he was.
She thought of Goodwin and how their love had started the spring amidst shy flowers peeping from the earth, until they become bolder and exploded in colour during the summer, like their love. Only love could change as quickly as the seasons; one minute you are clinging onto those last few remnants of summer, those brown lifeless leaves and within the blink of an eye they flutter away on the wind.
The next time she saw Goodwin he was dead.
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Juliet/Goodwin
Rating: G
Word Count: 932
Prompt: Early Winter by Gwen Stefani from the song challenge at Pretty_stickers
Summary: A peepshot look at Juliet and Goodwins relationship after Ben send's him to the site of the plane crash.
Tears shivered from her lashes like leaves falling from a tree before meandering down her face and dripping from her chin. She always had been one for crying so she didn’t know why it surprised her so much she should be crying for him. The surprise perhaps, wasn’t founded on her predisposition for crying but the feelings his absence had elicited in her.
No time for goodbye’s the last she had seen of him had been the masculine outline of his back disappear into the distance. It hurt so much that he should be sent, that Ben should send him despite Goodwin’s ties to her or perhaps, because of them.
Alone in her living room the silence had never been more deafening as she wondered why she had once again given in to love. She swore that she wouldn’t make friends here - that she wouldn’t find love - so it wouldn’t be so hard to leave and resume the life she had left behind. As she looked out at the tree’s that seemed to wilt a little more with every minute they were apart, she wondered what he was doing; indeed, if he was even still alive. She didn’t know what manner of creatures had just fallen from the sky with the plane, but she hoped they weren’t hostile.
They should be sharing warm, heavenly scented muffins right now but instead her plans with him are as black and charred as the muffin’s themselves. Instead she was only left with a hint of him; the smell of his cologne on the armchair, one of his discarded socks peeping from behind the coffee table and his razor left by the sink, traces of shaving foam still evident around it. While all these things offered comfort they were just little traces of him that could never be combined to match the man. She wondered why she was acting as if this was the end, why it seemed as if they would never claw back the life that had just been shattered with just a few calm directions from Ben.
As she snuggled further into the chair he usually habituated, she couldn’t help but think that this was suitably awful end to a spectacularly crappy day.
The next time Juliet saw him he was different; she couldn’t pin point if it was the way the light filtered through the leaves and fell on his face or whether it was just his general demeanour. It was like they had had a fight she didn’t recall; a grudge not yet buried, seemed to coat his words. The welcoming kiss she had expected and indeed, had become accustomed to after a reunion, was that of a frosty cheek turned to her lips.
She spoke with him about him coming with her when she left; their forced separation had done much to remind her how much she needed his strength and support. But he was unwilling to leave, how could he when there was so much good still to be done?
She doesn’t to this day if he set out to intentionally hurt her but the admission stung her eyes like an icy breeze.
“I thought you loved me?” Her shaky hand tucked her windswept blonde hair behind an ear.
“I do but I love my job too. We’re doing important work here, I can’t just leave!” His voice was steely and she felt her heart break just little more.
“You said I was the most important thing to you?” Finally anger took the place of hurt; why had she wasted precious moments - precious weeks - pining for a man who clearly saw her as nothing more than a live in lover?
He seemed to flounder for a moment raking his hands through his thick mane of hair - the very hair her own fingers had tangled in just weeks earlier - before he exhaled loudly.
“You are important to me; I just don’t think I could be happy anywhere else.”
Her eyebrows shot skyward faster than a bullet from a gun.
“You’ve never said that before. I can’t believe you have lied to me, Goodwin. You knew I wanted to leave, you know I wanted us to be together. You made me think you wanted that too.” She stared at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you lied to me. You know I hate liars.”
“I only wanted you to be happy.”
He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.
“Just leave me alone.” Even as she said the words she never believed for one minute he would do just that. Right up until the moment he turned on his heel and strode off without so much as a backward glance she firmly believed they could work it out, despite her anger.
She watched as he walked back to Ana-Lucia and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. There was a cold nip in the air and she wondered if she would ever be warm again.
“I think we’re in for an early winter this year.” Danny remarked as she made towards home.
She nodded in reply and thought how right he was.
She thought of Goodwin and how their love had started the spring amidst shy flowers peeping from the earth, until they become bolder and exploded in colour during the summer, like their love. Only love could change as quickly as the seasons; one minute you are clinging onto those last few remnants of summer, those brown lifeless leaves and within the blink of an eye they flutter away on the wind.
The next time she saw Goodwin he was dead.