Alphabet Soup II (Part 3/8)
Title: Alphabet Soup II (Part 3/8)
Characters: Kate, Jack, Kate/Jack
Summary: A series of drabbles. Jack/Kate. Post The End. Set in the Afterlife-verse.
AN: the first drabble jumps back to directly after the light scene in the church.
Home
He cannot deny that he is nervous, despite the overwhelming feeling of calmness and confidence all around him. Kate senses him tensing next to her and leans in to place a soft kiss against his neck. He relaxes slightly, squeezes her fingers in between his and turns to face her. Somehow her beauty shocks him every time he looks at her as if she is becoming more so every minutes.
You ok?
She whispers quietly to him, her lips still at his neck.
He nods slightly and adds,
Where are we going?
She smiles,
Home.
Ice
She makes her way down the stairs, curling her toes against the warm carpet. She is about to turn into their kitchen when she hears the distinct sound of ice rattling against glass. For a moment she stands frozen in her place, the flashbacks relentless as she watches images of him surrounded by bottles in their living home, of the smell of his apartment reeking of alcohol. She takes a deep breath and steps into the kitchen. The frown on her face is immediately replaced by a smile when she takes in the view that welcomes her.
The kitchen table is covered in a mouth watering spread, eggs, bacon, pancakes, biscuits, fruits… and with his back to her, Jack standing at the counter pouring orange juice in an ice filled glass. He turns to place the glass on the table and sees her leaning against the door frame, watching him.
He puts the glass down and makes his way to her, taking a moment to collect himself, the site of her standing there in nothing but a tank top and panties catching him a little off guard. He walks over to her, watching her bite her lower lip gently, smiling bashfully.
Without warning, he crashes his lips to her, making her moan against his mouth, and she returns the kiss just as fervently. When they break for air, he rests his forehead against hers, his hands lying dangerously on the exposed skin under her tank top and whispers “happy birthday”. She raises an eyebrow and eyes him questioningly. “Happy Valentine? Happy anniversary?” he says, laughing. Her laughter echoes his and she grabs his face, pulling his lips back to hers.
“I missed a lot of those, I just want to make it up to you now,” he finally says, as he pushes her against the wall, neither caring that the breakfast is getting cold.
Jacob
They rarely talk about the last day they had together, about the nightmare that it was. The island is not a taboo topic, necessarily, except for that one day; everything else seemed like a day in the park. And more importantly they never talk about Jacob. They think he is probably around here somewhere, in heaven. Surely, their little community is not the only one - they have seen other people they knew from their previous life - but it was more along the line of them deciding to see someone and seeing them instead of randomly bumping into them.
Kate assumes that Jacob had sought her out because she definitely had not decided to see him today. She is walking back from Juliet and James’s house when he approaches her. She can tell he is hesitant at first, walking towards her slowly, saying her name quietly with a little cough. He probably thinks I hate him, she muses, well, I have good enough reason.
But when they are standing face to face, she smiles at him, and extends hand which he welcomes. They end up talking for hours, not once mentioning her last few days on the island. He asks her about her life after, about her life now, about Aaron and Claire and James. He asks her about Richard and whether she has seen him. She shakes her head and leaves a mental note to try to find him.
What seems like hours later, he excuses himself to leave, and as he gets up, he turns to her, and with apologetic eyes he asks, “Do you understand now?”
Kate looks up at him and says, “Understand what?”
“Everything,” he says, with his trademark ambiguous grin, “why you were on the island, why you had to do what you did, why the sacrifices you made had to be made?” he explains, and Kate feels a clump in her throat, “the light, the one that brought you here, that is what you had to save. If it had gone out on the island it would have gone out everywhere, and all this would not have existed. Everything would have just ceased to be. I know it was not an easy price to pay, I cannot imagine how it must have been…”
“It was hell,” Kate bursts out, the memories too painful to conjure now.
“It was a lifetime of hell in exchange for an eternity in heaven.”
Characters: Kate, Jack, Kate/Jack
Summary: A series of drabbles. Jack/Kate. Post The End. Set in the Afterlife-verse.
AN: the first drabble jumps back to directly after the light scene in the church.
Home
He cannot deny that he is nervous, despite the overwhelming feeling of calmness and confidence all around him. Kate senses him tensing next to her and leans in to place a soft kiss against his neck. He relaxes slightly, squeezes her fingers in between his and turns to face her. Somehow her beauty shocks him every time he looks at her as if she is becoming more so every minutes.
You ok?
She whispers quietly to him, her lips still at his neck.
He nods slightly and adds,
Where are we going?
She smiles,
Home.
Ice
She makes her way down the stairs, curling her toes against the warm carpet. She is about to turn into their kitchen when she hears the distinct sound of ice rattling against glass. For a moment she stands frozen in her place, the flashbacks relentless as she watches images of him surrounded by bottles in their living home, of the smell of his apartment reeking of alcohol. She takes a deep breath and steps into the kitchen. The frown on her face is immediately replaced by a smile when she takes in the view that welcomes her.
The kitchen table is covered in a mouth watering spread, eggs, bacon, pancakes, biscuits, fruits… and with his back to her, Jack standing at the counter pouring orange juice in an ice filled glass. He turns to place the glass on the table and sees her leaning against the door frame, watching him.
He puts the glass down and makes his way to her, taking a moment to collect himself, the site of her standing there in nothing but a tank top and panties catching him a little off guard. He walks over to her, watching her bite her lower lip gently, smiling bashfully.
Without warning, he crashes his lips to her, making her moan against his mouth, and she returns the kiss just as fervently. When they break for air, he rests his forehead against hers, his hands lying dangerously on the exposed skin under her tank top and whispers “happy birthday”. She raises an eyebrow and eyes him questioningly. “Happy Valentine? Happy anniversary?” he says, laughing. Her laughter echoes his and she grabs his face, pulling his lips back to hers.
“I missed a lot of those, I just want to make it up to you now,” he finally says, as he pushes her against the wall, neither caring that the breakfast is getting cold.
Jacob
They rarely talk about the last day they had together, about the nightmare that it was. The island is not a taboo topic, necessarily, except for that one day; everything else seemed like a day in the park. And more importantly they never talk about Jacob. They think he is probably around here somewhere, in heaven. Surely, their little community is not the only one - they have seen other people they knew from their previous life - but it was more along the line of them deciding to see someone and seeing them instead of randomly bumping into them.
Kate assumes that Jacob had sought her out because she definitely had not decided to see him today. She is walking back from Juliet and James’s house when he approaches her. She can tell he is hesitant at first, walking towards her slowly, saying her name quietly with a little cough. He probably thinks I hate him, she muses, well, I have good enough reason.
But when they are standing face to face, she smiles at him, and extends hand which he welcomes. They end up talking for hours, not once mentioning her last few days on the island. He asks her about her life after, about her life now, about Aaron and Claire and James. He asks her about Richard and whether she has seen him. She shakes her head and leaves a mental note to try to find him.
What seems like hours later, he excuses himself to leave, and as he gets up, he turns to her, and with apologetic eyes he asks, “Do you understand now?”
Kate looks up at him and says, “Understand what?”
“Everything,” he says, with his trademark ambiguous grin, “why you were on the island, why you had to do what you did, why the sacrifices you made had to be made?” he explains, and Kate feels a clump in her throat, “the light, the one that brought you here, that is what you had to save. If it had gone out on the island it would have gone out everywhere, and all this would not have existed. Everything would have just ceased to be. I know it was not an easy price to pay, I cannot imagine how it must have been…”
“It was hell,” Kate bursts out, the memories too painful to conjure now.
“It was a lifetime of hell in exchange for an eternity in heaven.”