when i first met you
Title: When I First Met You
Prompt: un_love_you- You'll do.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Kate
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Table: Here.
Spoilers + Disclaimer: None, if you're past like episode 2 :D Based on pilot. I don't own them.
Summary: Kate and Jack formally meet for the first time over stitches.
Notes: 6/30.
He was in the jungle, a secluded area where the dirt met the cool sand. His arm was outstretched over his head as he examined the gash across his abdomen and around his side. It stung and he couldn't quite recall how he'd received it, but he knew it was going to get infected soon enough.
He saw her venturing through the trees. She looked blatantly horrified, searching for answers or anything at all. When she saw him on the ground, her mouth hung open for a second, and she mentally recomposed herself.
"Could you-?" He asked, stopping as her face shifted, and lowering the sewing kit which he held.
"I don't think I can," she answered, trembling.
"You've never sewn anything? Clothes, or, I don't know-"
"My curtains," she responded, remembering, then bringing herself back.
"That's good enough, really."
He chose standard black, and she kind of figured he would. He didn't seem like one to stray off course. And he told her she was a doctor, and he told her this story-one about a girl who he saved-and she saw it. The counting to five, disappearing fear, the confidence. There was that quality that he held, that she admired but didn't admit. She found herself relaxing, submerged in relief for the moment, and stitching him up without thinking. He was grateful-he smiled at her, this genuine smile. An automatic attraction.
"I didn't catch your name," he told her. She finished sewing him up and the pain in his face disappeared.
"Kate," she said, and it felt freeing. She hadn't told a stranger her real name in years.
"Jack," he responded. "We should go find everyone."
She smiled, even though it wasn't amusing or funny. He just had this one-track mind to help everyone, and she kind of enjoyed it. He lifted himself up and she helped him. She eased his shirt on over the wound.
"You should take it easy," she suggested, letting go of his shoulder after holding it a second too long.
"I don't think there's time for that," he answered.
Prompt: un_love_you- You'll do.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Kate
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Table: Here.
Spoilers + Disclaimer: None, if you're past like episode 2 :D Based on pilot. I don't own them.
Summary: Kate and Jack formally meet for the first time over stitches.
Notes: 6/30.
He was in the jungle, a secluded area where the dirt met the cool sand. His arm was outstretched over his head as he examined the gash across his abdomen and around his side. It stung and he couldn't quite recall how he'd received it, but he knew it was going to get infected soon enough.
He saw her venturing through the trees. She looked blatantly horrified, searching for answers or anything at all. When she saw him on the ground, her mouth hung open for a second, and she mentally recomposed herself.
"Could you-?" He asked, stopping as her face shifted, and lowering the sewing kit which he held.
"I don't think I can," she answered, trembling.
"You've never sewn anything? Clothes, or, I don't know-"
"My curtains," she responded, remembering, then bringing herself back.
"That's good enough, really."
He chose standard black, and she kind of figured he would. He didn't seem like one to stray off course. And he told her she was a doctor, and he told her this story-one about a girl who he saved-and she saw it. The counting to five, disappearing fear, the confidence. There was that quality that he held, that she admired but didn't admit. She found herself relaxing, submerged in relief for the moment, and stitching him up without thinking. He was grateful-he smiled at her, this genuine smile. An automatic attraction.
"I didn't catch your name," he told her. She finished sewing him up and the pain in his face disappeared.
"Kate," she said, and it felt freeing. She hadn't told a stranger her real name in years.
"Jack," he responded. "We should go find everyone."
She smiled, even though it wasn't amusing or funny. He just had this one-track mind to help everyone, and she kind of enjoyed it. He lifted himself up and she helped him. She eased his shirt on over the wound.
"You should take it easy," she suggested, letting go of his shoulder after holding it a second too long.
"I don't think there's time for that," he answered.