30_rock_office

Prompt Table

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 05:55:19 GMT

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

It Must be in the Water [2/??]

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:45:16 GMT

"You're late," said House as first Cameron and then Wilson came in to PPTH an hour and forty-five minutes late.

"What're your excuses?" he asked, knowing they were going to lie and hoping they at least came up with interesting stories.

"I was caught in traffic," came Wilson's rehearsed reply.

"Sooooo, that means you couldn't have called to let anyone know where you were?" he countered, leaving Wilson speechless.

"And what about you? Let me guess, waiting for a med to kick in?" She quickly glanced over at Wilson.

"No, I was out for a run and lost track of time," she said as evenly as she could.

"Ok, you pass. How's Weight Watchers going for you? You know what, don't answer, just go draw somebody's blood."

When she had left his office, he turned to Wilson. "What's going on? There's something going on between you two, that's why she looked at you. You were making up excuses together. Why?"

"What are you talking about, House? She didn't look at me. I've apologized for being late, but now I've got to go see my patients and apologize to them," he said, walking past House to get to the door.

He almost made it all the way out but he stopped when House said, "You smell like her."

"I do not smell like Cameron!" he practically yelled.

"I never said that you smelled like Cameron. I never said who 'her' referred to."

Damn. He sure knows how to set me up. Now what am I supposed to do? Cameron will eventually find out that I just let House know what happened! But maybe he can help us figure out why we don't remember anything. Fingers crossed that this will work…

"If I tell you happened, do swear not to breathe a word to a soul?" he asked seriously.

House was about to say yes when Wilson added, "No, not Cuddy or anyone else who could get me fired!"

He looked disappointed but promised that he wouldn't say anything.

"Ok, here goes: Cameron and I woke up together at some hotel this morning and we don't even remember what we did last night. The only thing we both know for sure was that we both left the hospital at 10 last night."

"Out drinking together? Smoking anything?" he asked.

"No, neither of us did any of that…and yeah, I know 'everybody lies,' but this time, you know no one is lying. We need your help House," he finished.

"Fine, get her in here so I can run some tests on the both of you. I'm guessing you guys didn't use protection?" he assumed.

"Not that I remember. We might not have even done anything."

"Were either of you wearing clothes when you got up?" At Wilson's no, he said, "Then you guys did something."

Wilson sighed and went off to get Cameron, knowing she wouldn't be happy that House knew about their current situation. He caught up with her in the cafeteria.

"House wants us both to get some tests done," he whispered so only she could hear him.

"You told House, of all people, what happened last night!" she yelled almost loud enough for the third floor patients to hear her.

"Shush! He tricked me and now he's trying to fix this. He already promised he would tell anyone."

She rolled her eyes as she got up and started following him back to House's office. "Yeah, and we're supposed to trust him? We know how he is, by breakfast tomorrow, the whole hospital will know we slept together!"

"That may be, but he's the only one I trust enough to help us. He won't ruin our reputations as doctors. As people, maybe, but not as doctors."

She sighed at his joke. "You're right. Let's just get this thing over with so we can get on with our lives."

"Alright," he said, holding the door open for her and preparing for a round of embarrassing questions from one Dr. House.

At question number five, Cameron couldn't look at either House or Wilson and Wilson's face was deep red. Cameron took note of how cute he looked when he was embarrassed, but mentally shook herself when she realized what she had just thought.

They had had to answer everything from sexual history to their partners in the last year and they knew the worst was to come. But still, Cameron had hated to admit that when she and House had had their date, that they had slept together three times since then and Wilson could barely stand confessing that the last time he had done anything with a woman was six months ago. That's when they decided to draw the line.

"Please, isn't that enough to work with? You have practically our whole histories. What else could you possibly need to know?" asked Wilson.

"I just need to make sure that you're both healthy in body since you're both obviously sick in the mind if you can't remember sex. I'm ashamed at the both of you. Let's try a sleep test and see if anything weird comes up again this evening," was his answer, "And when you wake up, you can get right back to working around here!"

House walked out of his office, leaving the two of them alone, but not before cautioning them not to do anything that would leave stains on his new carpet.

"Great…" mumbled Cameron with her head in her hands.

"Don't worry, the sleep test will help figure out what's wrong with us. Maybe we're just sleep deprived," he said, trying to put on a positive face to cheer her up.

She knew it was stupid, but tears pricked her eyes. "This is ridiculous! We try so hard to be good doctors and then we screw up like this!"

Wilson, feeling compassion for his friend, moved over to pull her into his arms. He hated seeing her like that. He ran his hands up and down her back in soothing patterns until she calmed down and slowly pulled away.

"Thanks, James. We'll be alright. I'm gonna go finish my lunch now. See you later."

She gave him a small smile and then walked out of the room.

Wilson missed the feeling of her being in his arms.

It Must be in the Water [1/??]

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:19:19 GMT

When Cameron woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't at her house. Upon further inspection, she realized that she wasn't in a house at all, but was actually in a hotel room. That's when her brain clicked on. She bolted up in bed and realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes; she looked to the right of her and fortunately recognized who her bed buddy was. Unfortunately, it was the body of one James Wilson.

"Damn it! How the hell did we end up here?" she thought.

She went over everything she had done last night: morning routine, worked at the hospital until 10…then, she blanked. She didn't have a hangover and she even smelled her breath, but no trace of alcohol. If it had been anyone but Wilson lying next to her she would have assumed she'd been drugged, but she just didn't think he had it in him to do that to her, or anyone for that matter.

The only thing she could think of doing was to wake him up to see if he knew what the heck was going on.

"Wilson, wake up," she said shaking him a little bit. All he did was mumble and then settle back into his pillow.

"Wilson!" she yelled, giving him a shove.

"Whoa! What's going on?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and springing up into a sitting position.

He then looked over to see Cameron on the bed next to him…and she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Where are we and why are we here together, naked…in a bed?" he asked, trying to stay calm even though he had every reason to be panicking.

"I have no idea, that's why I woke you up. Do you remember anything from last night? Anything at all?" she asked, praying to a God she wasn't sure existed that Wilson would know something she didn't.

"Um, the last thing I remember was talking to House. We were going over theories about what might be wrong with Mr. Patterson and then I left the hospital around 10 o'clock. The rest's a blank to me," he said while trying to avert his eyes.

"That's the same time I left last night. I don't know if it means anything though. What should we do?" she asked, feeling helpless.

He checked the clock on the nightstand; 8:34. They were late for work.

"I have no idea, but I do know that House and Cuddy will kill us if we don't get to the hospital soon," he answered.

Cameron made a move to get out of the bed, then realized that letting go of the sheet would expose her body to Wilson. He must have figured that out too because he politely looked away as she went around locating her clothes. She did the same for him.

"So what’s our story going to be?" she asked as she fixed her hair in the bathroom mirror.

"Damn, you're right. It better be something feasible or House will see right through us. Um, I was stuck in traffic and you were waiting for you Dayquil to kick in?" was what he came up with.

"But I don't look at all sick. I'll say I was out for a run and lost track of time. He knows that I've started a new exercise program because his trainer saw my trainer at the mall and he somehow found out that I was on Weight Watchers," she said.

"Yeah, that sounds like something House would do," he stated, starting to feel the awkwardness of the situation setting in.

She was feeling it too. "I guess we should get going then. See you at work."

She started making her way to the door but turned around to ask, "Do you think we were drugged?"

To be honest, Wilson hadn't even thought about how they had ended up in some hotel, he had been more concerned about the why. But now that she mentioned it, it kind of freaked him out that although neither of them had been drinking or doing drugs they had somehow ended up together.

"I have no idea." He left it at that, scratching his head and pondering the situation.

"Should we talk later?" she asked tentatively.

"Yeah, we probably should."

She nodded and then walked out the door. It closed with a soft click behind her.

Wilson prayed that House either had nothing to do with their encounter or that he at least wouldn't find out until looooooooooong after everything had been taken care of and been made ancient history.

"Yeah right," he thought as he too left the hotel room behind.

Sat, 30 May 2009 00:55:17 GMT

Companion piece to my story http://30-rock-office.livejournal.com/13445.html featuring a Richard/Sun pairing. I would suggest reading that one first, but can be stand alone.

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Shortly after Charlotte had died, Richard heard crying in the jungle, sobs more like. And it was coming from a male. He looked carefully around him before venturing out to Dan, not wanting to be seen. He was crying over his lover's body, a heart breaking sight in and of itself. Richard approached him.

"The Island will take care of her now," he said, resting a warm hand on his shoulder.

"B-but I was sup-p-osed to save her!" Daniel choked out; he was still holding on to Charlotte's slowly cooling hand.

"It's not right to stay in an area surrounded by death. Come with me. You need rest," Richard urged.

He reached down and took him by the hand to help him up from the jungle floor. Dan allowed himself to be led, no longer caring if this was a friend or foe. He just felt dead inside. They used to say that that meant you'd left your heart in the grave. They didn't walk far, just until they had gotten to Richard's cabin. Dan turned his sad eyes around the room, taking in his surroundings: bed, desk, table, chair, and bookshelf. It all meant nothing to him.

"Why don't you go to sleep now? You'll need it for later."

He nodded his head and kicked his shoes off and placed them carefully at the end of the bed before climbing in under the sheets. Richard noticed that his back was to him, and he didn't even move around to get comfortable. He looked rigid, tense, and he was obviously wide awake. Richard sighed. If he couldn't get Dan to snap out of this, how would he ever get his journal to Jack with all its valuable instructions? He knew he was going to have to take action of the tender kind.

Richard got up from his kitchen chair and pulled it over to Dan's bedside. He reached out a steady hand and began to rub his back, trying to sooth him.

"She knew you loved her," his hand slowly moving down to his hip, "She knew you were trying to protect her and your friends."

Dan tensed and relaxed as Richard reached his hand around to his front side, cupping him through his pants. He gave a sharp gasp.

"You did a good thing, telling her how you felt instead of keeping it in."

As Richard gave a little squeeze, he saw tears starting falling down Dan's face.

"I need you, Charlotte," Dan whispered, holding Richard's hand where it was. Richard knew he was picturing the redhead.

"I'm not going anywhere," he assured him.

Few words were exchanged as he proceeded to unzip Daniel's pants to rub him through the cotton of his underwear, murmuring words of encouragement, until he came over Richard's soft, steady hand.

Poor Daniel was a shivering mess by now, but at least he seemed more relaxed. Richard knew that he'd be able to handle the next challenge the Island would give him. He felt troubled for the innocent scientist and knew that his problems were only beginning.

"You're people are looking for you," he said, standing back up to put his chair away and giving the man some room to breathe. He discreetly wiped his hand off on a dish towel.

"l-I don't know how t-to get back to where we were."

"I'll show you the way."

He started walking to the door when he heard Dan behind him ask, "D-do you have, uh, a pair of pants I could borrow?"

Richard turned back and saw that his face was red with embarrassment. It was probably the first time he had ever had sexual contact with a man before and probably his first time with a stranger.

"Of course."

After Dan was settled again, Richard led him back to where he knew the Oceanic people would be looking for their friends. Before Dan could even say good-bye, he had stealthily moved through the jungle so he wouldn't be found. Hiding behind a tree, he sighed. He knew Faraday wasn't the first and he surely wasn't going to be the last Richard would relieve, and yet he still felt sick to his stomach every time he had to do so. Sometimes knowledge was a burden.

Tue, 26 May 2009 23:05:26 GMT

Whenever some poor soul ended up on the Island, and they had no one else to turn to, they went to Richard. And he could never pin point exactly why that was. He had never been given a straight answer before. So when remaining survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 caught up with him and his people, he realized that these people would be no different.

One woman who sought comfort from him was Sun. Like many women (and men) before her, she came to him when she was at her lowest. He could tell at the camp fire when "Locke" was talking with Jacob, that she looked forlorn as the hope of seeing Jin again dwindled. He knew what was going to happen, had happened to him, but it's not like he could tell her. Since she didn't know who the Others were that were gathered around her, his was the only familiar face. He purposefully retired for the night to give her the chance to slip away to his tent unnoticed.

"Richard? Are you awake?" he heard her ask.

He sat up on his pallet. "Is something the matter?"

He had to play along, make her think that he didn't know exactly why she was calling on him at this late hour.

"I wanted to ask you some questions...about Jin." She sounded like she was talking through a lump in her throat.

Richard lifted his tent flap to allow her inside. She looked close to tears.

"It's alright, Sun," he soothed, hand on her shoulder.

Then she lost it, started bawling right there in the middle of his tent. He took his cue, knowing that she wouldn't protest. She let herself be held in his strong, warm arms. She let him lay her on her back as he carefully put his weight on her small frame. He began to kiss her neck, slowly, feeling her pulse jump a few times as he kissed lower. When her shirt got in the way, he discarded it.

By this time her eyes were closed and he knew that she wasn't thinking about him. Anyone who was watching would say he just being used. And he would tell them they were right. His mouth settled on her navel for a few moments and he noticed that she seemed to like it, for she kept moaning for Jin.

He reached between them and undid both their pants, gently dragging them off their legs. No more beating around the bush. He pushed inside of her, holding back a grunt. It had been a while for him which was saying something.

"Jin, Jin. Please keep going."

It always tugged on his heart strings to hear what the people he sleeps with cry out. Whispers of I need you Jack, I need you Charlotte, I need you Cha-lie; or perhaps a deep wish groaned out with each buck, Don't-tell-me-what-I-can't-do. The worst was when they didn't say anything at all, sometimes not even a sound. Though he usually tried to be as quiet as he could, those times he usually ended up causing a racket trying to fill the void. Then they'd get up, get dressed, and walk away from each other without a backward glance...not that he expected much else, but still, acknowledgement would be nice occasionally.

He always did his best to bring his partners to climax, but sometimes they'd leave right in the middle, and Richard would have to finish himself off, making him feel lonely and sad. It seemed it was going to be this way with Sun. Right when he was getting close, she stopped him.

"I-I changed my mind," she said, polite as could be, pushing his broad shoulders.

He groaned. He was so hard and so close and it had been so long. But he pulled out of her and climbed off her body, tenting the blanket he pulled over himself.

She dressed with her back to him, like he hadn't already seen everything. He supposed it was just going to be one of those nights where he'd be left alone with no recognition until Sun turned back around.

"Thank you Richard. And I am sorry."

"What changed your mind?" he couldn't help asking.

"I felt guilty. Now I know that Jin is still alive," she said confidently.

And with that, she strode out of Richard's tent.

"That was new," he thought. No one had ever looked as happy as she after leaving him after one of these visits. No one had ever thanked him like she just had. He supposed there was an exception to every rule. Or maybe the Island just felt like screwing with him.

Ache

Mon, 25 May 2009 15:44:15 GMT

"I'm here to help you take down Benjamin Linus," said Sun seriously.

She then reached for her glass of scotch, Mac Cutcheon brand. Widmore looked at the woman seated across from him, trying to figure out if she could be trusted or not. Sun knew that he was sizing her up. He didn't say anything for a while, probably waiting to see if she would back out, confess to something, start making excuses. When she did neither, he spoke.

"And why would you want to do that, Mrs. Kwon?"

Sun rolled her eyes. He still though she was a spy?

"If you aren't going to trust me, I will go find someone else to help me."

She rose from the table, picking up her navy blue skirts so she wouldn't trip. Widmore had insisted that they meet at this absurdly fancy Australian restaurant. Looking over the menu told her that the prices here would even give her father a run for his money. Luckily, he offered to pay.

He reached out a hand to stop her.

"There isn't anyone besides me from the Island who can help you. And you know that."

Now he was trying to convince her. The tables had turned. "So, you'll help?" she questioned, eyebrow quirked.

"On one condition."

"Yes?" What did he want now?

"A dance."

He held out his hand to her, which she hesitantly grasped. He led her out to the exquisite dance floor. White marble, she noticed, with gold trim.

"Why are you doing this?" Sun asked as they took the starting position for the waltz.

"Because you are my first accomplice not afraid to look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you want."

Then the music began ad he led her gracefully around the floor among the other couples.

"You can't be serious..."

"I'd bet my life on it," he said, looking her in the eye.

She smirked. This was not how she had expected this meeting to go. It was going much more smoothly than she had anticipated.

They didn't talk for the rest of the dance. But somehow, one dance had turned into four. When their last one finished, Sun asked to take a break.

"You are a terrific dancer," Charles complimented.

Sun couldn't hold back a smile as she held her water glass to her feverish forehead.

"My father insisted that I learn how to when I was a little girl."

He proceeded to answer her in Australian accented Korean, "Your father should be very proud."

She was a bit taken aback, but grateful all the same. She almost started up their conversation again until she noticed that it was getting late; her mother would be expecting her back in Korea by the next afternoon.

"Mr. Widmore, I am sorry to tell you that I have to go," she said, rising quickly from her red plush chair. Je Yeon would be waiting for her.

He stood to see her out, offering her his elbow to escort her. Sun hadn't been treated this way since she had left her father's strict rule. When they reached the doors and it was time to part, he took her hand and kissed it.

"May we both accomplish what we hope to achieve," he said, standing up straight again.

So was so grateful to him at that moment that she stood on her tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek, whispering a thank you in his ear. Then she whisked out the door into her waiting car. As he watched it speed out of the lot, he felt something inside of him. Something akin to ache near what was left of his heart.

It Matters

Sat, 23 May 2009 21:50:46 GMT

"Did they follow us?" she asks, ducking down behind a high bush.

"I can't tell for sure. They move very quickly," he says, pausing before saying, "Let me take a look at your arm."

One of the Others had taken out a knife she'd had hidden in her boot. When Kate had been tackling with a man, warding him off, the Other saw her chance and cut a stripe down her left arm.

She wordlessly holds out her arm to him, wincing in pain. If Locke had gotten there sooner, maybe he could have stopped them before she'd been cut, before the man had taken advantage of her. The woman Other hadn't even tried to make him stop. Just told him to hurry up before someone came to rescue her.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" asks Locke.

She shakes her head, she feels her face redden in shame. She wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Kate, did he touch you?"

She can tell that he's concerned, worried for her. He's from the generation where chivalry hasn't died and gone to hell. He wants to protect her honor. Perhaps he'd go back and find the man and kill him. But she doesn't want any more bloodshed between the opposing sides of the Island.

"It doesn't matter," she answers, carefully extracting her now bandaged up arm from his grasp. "We should try to get back."

She starts to move in the direction of the beach. She wants to shower and clean these bad feelings off of her. She wants to leave before John sees her cry.

"It matters to me," he calls, making her stop. This gives him time to catch up to her.

Kate pauses before answering. She turns to him and says, "Yes. He did. Now can we please just go back to camp?"

Locke longs to comfort her. Wishes to take her into his arms and tell her he'll go after him. But he doesn't; he knows she would push him away. However, he knows being alone is not the best thing for a rape victim to do.

"Will you talk to Jack?"

He knows she trusts the doctor, if not entirely Locke himself. And maybe he'd know what best treatments to use to get her through this and to a better place.

"Why would I do that?" she chokes out, stumbling over a tree root.

He catches her elbow. "I want you to be ok," he answers simply.

Now, she can't stop the tears from falling down her face. The tough façade she had been wearing falls off when she pulls herself in to John's strong, caring arms. When she sobs, he strokes her hair and rubs her back soothingly. Locke always hated seeing a woman cry. He lets her cry it out, but gets slightly alarmed when she starts hyperventilating.

"Easy, easy," he coos, "Take slow breaths. One, two, three, four, five."

When she feels like she can't cry any more, she feels drained. She just wants to sleep right now. Even if they are in the middle of the jungle. Locke sees he sway a little on her feet and he puts a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"Can you walk?"

She shakes her head pitifully.

"You wanna make camp for the night?

She nods her head. If she talks, she'll start crying again.

He, too, nods his head and goes around picking up twigs and sticks to make a fire. He suspects it will be cold tonight, due to all the wind they've been getting from the ocean lately. He guesses that winter must be approaching again. Kate whispers that she's hungry, and he goes off in search of some Island fowl to cook for the both of them to share. He's not surprised to see her wolf down all of her portion before he'd finished half of his. It could have been days since she last ate something.

He decides to try his luck in asking her where she had run off to for the past three days.

"Hoping to find Richard. He seems to know everything about this damn rock, thought maybe he could help us...Guess I was wrong."

Locke doesn't press her further on the subject. He knows that she'll talk when she's ready.

*

Night falls quickly, and John can tell that makes Kate nervous. She is hyper-aware of all her surroundings. She keeps asking herself what ifs: what if he followed us, what if there are more like them, what if I'm pregnant...what if, what if, what if?

"We should try to get some rest, Kate. The others will be wondering what became of us."

She sees him pulling a blanket from his pack, and she imitates him. When he lays out his blanket near the fire, she does the same, close to him. He notices.

He falls into a light sleep facing the fire while she tosses and turns, unable to get comfortable, unable to get the picture of the strange man forcing her pants down. She looks over at him and he's sleeping pretty peacefully. She wants that so bad. But she knows that's not gonna happen tonight. Kate crawls over to him, dragging her blanket behind her and lays it back out again. Only this time, she's about two feet closer to him. Close enough that she can see his chest rise and fall with each breath.

He must sense her watching him because he says, "You're welcome to lay next to me." He doesn't even open his eyes.

She hesitates. Is he expecting something from her?

"I'm not going to hurt you." It's like he can read her mind.

Again, she moves and lays down in front of him, her back to his chest. She tenses when she feels him adjust. She doesn't want this to turn into something else.

"It's alright, Kate."

When he says this, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She even lets him drape his arm over her waist. It makes her feel safer, protected.

"Thank you, John," she whispers.

She feels him nod his head. "You're welcome."

Locke finally feels her breathing even out and he knows she's asleep. Hopefully now Kate will be alright. Hopefully now, they'll all be alright.

Long Time, No See

Tue, 19 May 2009 23:26:38 GMT

Kate felt exhausted. She was so tired after running through the jungle all day with Little Ben and Sawyer that all she wanted to do was sleep. Sawyer had convinced her that the safest place for her to stay was in the jungle...alone. It had to be this way, he had said, so that no one would suspect him of anything. After all, she was just the new girl from the motor pool. Probably got lost on her way, they would joke.

Because she was that tired, she thought that was reason enough to believe that she was seeing things. Well, not a thing, but a person.

"Hello Katie," said the man leaning against a tree, "Long time, no see."

"Edward?" she asked disbelievingly, "What are you--?"

He let out a sigh and cut her off. "I was sent to...help you."

He said it like the thought made him sick. He was so sarcastic about it that Kate knew this was no hallucination. She let out a soft chuckle.

"You're gonna help me? I guess that's destiny biting you in the ass, huh?"

He rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the tree and striding over to her. Kate didn't even flinch.

"Look, sweetheart, I didn't choose to do this on my own. You don't exactly go against what Jacob says, now do you?"

She pondered this. No one ever seemed to question Jacob's rules...even though she'd never seen him and she'd never heard of anyone seeing him before. But hell, Mars had a point; he wouldn't be helping her unless some higher being was forcing him to.

"What exactly are you gonna help me with?"

"With your destiny. Isn't that why you came back here?"

Again, she paused before answering. She didn't really have a concrete answer for coming back to the Island. Part of her was back because of Aaron, part of her wanted to rescue her friends; another part almost wished she had another chance with Sawyer, almost.

When she didn't respond, he said, "And that's why I'm here to help you, Kate. You don't know what you want. You were always too busy running to ever settle and figure yourself out."

"And who's fault was it that I was always running?" she accused, turning her head from him in anger

"Now don't be pointing fingers. You know it was my job to be after you. We practically made a game out of it towards the end there," he said, turning her head back to face him with a gentle hand.

When she jerked her head away from his touch, he smirked. Same ol' Kate.

"Your problem is that you don't trust people. Here I am, trying to actually help you, and you're spurning my affections," he teased.

"Look, just do what you came here to do and leave. I'm done running. My friends are out there and they need my help. So just leave me alone!"

Edward smiled. "Seems to me my work here's been carried out faster than I expected. You know what you need to do now."

She looked at him with shocked eyes. How was he always able to read her so well?

"I'll be seeing you. Stay out of trouble, Katie."

He was gone with the wink of his eye. Kate knew what she needed to do. She needed to go find her friends. With her energy renewed, she silently thanked the Marshall, stood up, and walked back to the Dharma compound.

Sun, 17 May 2009 22:17:33 GMT

The night that both Jack and Sawyer died, Sayid knew someone would need to keep an eye on Kate, lest she decide to do something drastic. Knowing that everyone else would be in panic mode, he appointed himself as her protector. There was no one else left for the job. Amidst the large crowds of mourners, he saw Kate on the outskirts of the group, gnawing on her thumb nail. She was looking frantically left and right. Which way to run, she seemed to be asking herself. When she picked left, he followed her.

She didn't even seem to have a set destination. She meandered left and right, sometimes even circling the same path multiple times. Kate was officially a lost soul. Even more so than before. Suddenly, she stopped and looked about her, and she drew out a gun. He realized what she was about to do.

"Stop!" he yelled, jumping out of the bushes he had been hiding in, "You'll regret it if you miss."

She turned her tear stained face in his direction. "What does it matter anymore?"

"If you kill yourself, they will have died in vain. You should respect those who put themselves on the line for your safety."

He took a few steps closer to her. "Please put your gun down."

"No, Sayid. If you don't want to see me do it, then I suggest you leave."

She turned her back to him. He needed to keep her talking. He needed to convince her that this was a bad idea.

"Where did you get the gun anyway?"

"Sawyer's body. He always keeps tucked into the back of his pants. Why would today be any different?"

He moved two more steps closer to her, avoiding sudden movements that might scare her into action, like a bunny.

"Who taught you how to use a gun? Your father? A brother perhaps?"

She let out a hollow laugh. "No brothers. No sisters either. It was my Dad who taught me. He's in the army, you know."

"If you have someone to go back to, why would you want to kill yourself?"

"You got some secret plane I don't know about? Didn't we just see the Others ambush us before we could steal Richard's plane? And anyway, he's no one to go back to. Mom wouldn't let him see me."

He was only a foot away from her by now. In two strides he would be right next to her and able to grab the gun from, if it came to that. He had already lost one friend to suicide; he wasn't going to lose Kate too.

"Maybe it's not too late to make amends. You and I will need to lead the rest if we're going to get through this. I need you, Kate. Please," he begged her.

He saw her internal battle play on her face. She altered between bringing the gun to and from her chest. Sawyer and Jack always said she had a pretty face, no need to ruin it now though. The tears continued to fall down her face and the only sound that could be heard were her sobs. Then she raised her head and looked him full in the face. She took the gun and chucked it as hard as she could out into the jungle. He saw her face crumple as she finally realized what she had almost done.

Sayid walked quickly over to her and pulled her into his strong arms.

"I miss them, Sayid, so much. It hurts. When will it stop hurting?" she asked, sobbing into his shoulder.

His thought strayed to Nadia. The hurt was still there, still fresh. "It takes time. But I'm here for you. I will protect you, Kate, to the best of my abilities."

She wiped her nose off on her sleeve. "You always were. At the Flame Station and after you tortured Sawyer, you said good-bye only to me. When we thought we were going to save Jack from Juliet and the Others, it was you who teamed up with me when Locke wouldn't. I could always count on you."

He then scrounged around in his pocket, searching for something to wipe her eyes with. He came up with a clean motor pool rag.

"Here. Let me dry your eyes," he said.

He dabbed gently at each corner, patting her lids when she closed them, so tender with her. "You have beautiful green eyes, you know," he said, tucking some of her hair behind her ears. "They make you look gentle."

He started rubbing her shoulders as his hands combed through her hair, trying to relax her. "And your hair is so long and soft. My hands run through it like water. You should always keep it long. It suits you."

Sayid felt her start leaning heavily against him as he worked out all the tension in her muscles and spoke soothing words in her ear. It didn't go unnoticed the way she shivered unconsciously at every compliment he whispered to her. As her eyes closed, he laid her down on the forest floor and pulled out a blanket from his pack. A soldier is always prepared.

"You are a lovely person, Kate. I will always be here for you. You are not alone."

When he thought she was asleep, he made a move to get up to build a small fire, but he was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. Though she didn't turn her head or open her eyes, he heard what she was saying.

"Pease don't leave me."

Her voice was so small and helpless that it tugged on Sayid's tender heart strings.

"I was only going to get sticks to build a fire to keep us warm through the night. I will not leave you."

Her grasp loosened, and when he stood up, he didn't move more than a foot away from her, always keeping her in his sight. If she could make it through the first night, she would make it through the second, third, and fourth. They would take it day by day together.

In no time at all, the sun had set and the stars had risen and Sayid was ready for some sleep for himself after being awake for God knew how long. He was bone tired. He proceeded to set up his own sleeping area, just a little ways from Kate to give her some space, if she needed it. Sayid almost dozed off when he heard Kate trashing around, rolling over and kicking at her blanket. It looked like she was having a nightmare. He dragged himself up and strode over to her.

"Kate, Kate wake up. You're only dreaming."

She must have been deep asleep because she didn't wake up. It wasn't until he gently shook her by her shoulders that she gasped awake and punched him in the face before she even opened her eyes. When she heard a grunt of pain, her eyes sprang open and she looked around her to see what or who she had hit.

"Sayid! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" she asked.

"Never better. I think you broke my nose."

He pulled his hand from his face, and it was covered in blood.

At the concerned look on her tired face he said, "I will ask Jack about it tomorrow when we go back to the beach for the rest of our friends."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt like the biggest jerk in the whole world.

"Kate, I am sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you. Please, understand--"

She almost went off on him in a fit of tears and hurtful words until she looked into his face. She noticed that he probably hadn't slept in two days and he had been taking care of her all the afternoon and all the evening. He most likely hadn't eaten for a while either. No one really had since the Others had started a siege on them in their jungle homes. She just didn't think it would be fair of her. After all, everyone went to Jack when they needed something fixed, and tonight wasn't going to be any different. The only real difference was that Jack was dead.

"I understand," she said.

This time she walked over to him, and she enveloped him into her arms. It was her turn to calm him.

"We'll be ok, Sayid. We have to be brave together.

"Yes, live together—"

"—die alone."

LOST Season 5 Finale

Thu, 14 May 2009 03:46:20 GMT

I am so buzzed on adrenalin and excitement and shock and awe that I don't even know what to say other than my latest mantra: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!! Ok, maybe if I just write in lists, it will make more sense to all of us, including myself about what I'm talking about:

1. Jacob is sooooo ugly
2. That was totally Black Rock in the "intact statue" time
3. We know, at least in Spanish, what lies in the shadow of the statue
4. Juliet is not dead, that we can say for sure
5. Locke is actaully dead!!!!! What the hell?!!! Amazing twist
6. I guess it's Jate and Suliet after all, I resign myself to that fact now, even though I don't want to
7. Ben was totally cool in this episode and he finally killed someone who deserved it
8. Miles is soooooo awesome! Yeah, why didn't anyone thing that Jack was the one who caused the accident?! This is why Miles is my newbie favorite! :D
9. Many people from the Island have seen Jacob before
10. This is like super important: ***Rose, Bernard, and Vincent!!!!!!!!!!*** I was soooooooooooo unbelievably, beyond ecstatic about seeing all of them!!!! :D
11. Juliet said "Live together, die alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It's been too long since someone's said that on the show, yeah? ;D
12. The LOST logo at the end changed! Before it was blue-ish water letters on a black background, and now it's white on white and outlined in black...probably because of the bomb.

I am still like spazzing out about this and I know I probably missed alot of stuff and I apologize for fangirl-ing out right now, but I'm so excited and OMG OMG OMG!!! Someone give me some feed back on this so I know I'm not the only one freaking out right now! :DDDD

But, I'm Not a Soldier...

Mon, 11 May 2009 23:08:49 GMT

"Here, you need a gun too," says Sawyer, tossing Daniel a semi-automatic.

He catches in his left hand. What is he supposed to do with this? Sawyer sees his doubtful look.

"What? Don't you know how to fire one?"

"Ummm, no, not really."

"You mean to tell me that they never taught ya'll on the freighter?!"

"I'm sorry. You got anything in beginner?"

Sawyer rolls his eyes and passes a pistol over to him. Now he knows how his Grandpa felt when he was clerk-turned-soldier in World War II. He actually remembers him telling him about a mission to save a soldier named James Francis Ryan. Grandpa didn't know how to fire a gun either, something he always regretted, he said.

"Let's get in the car. We need to go now," urges Sawyer and he's shaken out of his memory.

The gun feels weird in his hand. This hand was meant for pencil and pen and paper, not weaponry. Dan starts to believe in history repeating itself, in more ways than one. He starts to recall more to the story. His Grandpa, Corporal Timothy P. Upham, was chosen by Captain Miller to look for the soldier who had lost his family. It was a day, he vowed, that he would never forget.

Just as he's about to hop in, they're spotted. Horace and someone else Dan doesn't know wants to know why they're up so early and what's behind their backs? He stays frozen, tries to step forward to explain what they're up to in a half cooked plan. He doesn't remember to hide his gun. When shots are fired, everyone is scrambling to get into the Dharma version of a Jeep. He feels a bullet graze his neck. It burns.

Sawyer drives as fast as lightning until they reach the forest. Jack goes into doctor mode and examines his flesh wound. It's nothing, he assures, putting a band-aid over it, You'll be fine.

He launches into an explanation about being variables in the master plan and that everything is chance and what happened might not have actually happened and that everyone can still die. He tells Jack and Kate that he needs Jughead and he's going after his Mother. He tells them, once again, that she's the only one that can save them. He steps out of the shrubbery, telling Jack and Kate to stay down. Dan tells them that he sees Richard. Maybe he'll know where Eloise is.

As he carefully walks out into the open, gun up, he thinks again about his Grandfather's story. He had told Dan that he had only ever killed one man, that nameless, feckless German. The one who savagely, brutally, and fatally stabbed Private Stanley Mellish. Dan hoped that it wouldn't come to killing, but if he had to, he would shoot Richard.

"Richard, where is Eloise Hawking?" he demands.

"Have we...have we met before?" Richard asks.

"Sort of...But that's not the point. I need to speak to Eloise!"

"She's not here, so just put your gun down and we can talk."

"No! I need to see her now! I'll shoot!" He doesn't know how to use it all that well though

Daniel is beyond listening to reason. He is so focused on the task at hand that he doesn't even hear the blonde come up behind him. Her own gun raised. And then...POW! A shot is fired and he drops to the forest floor.

"I-It was you? Y-you knew, an-and you s-sent m-me back any--way? W-hy?" he chokes out, realizing that the blonde is his Mother.

She doesn't respond, just stares down at him questioningly. She doesn't realize that she has made a terrible mistake yet.

As he lays there, gasping and shuddering in pain, he thinks one last time about his Grandpa's story. He, Daniel Faraday, was going to die in battle. The battle of good and evil, Dharma and Hostile, Ben and Widmore, on and on and on it goes. He hopes his Grandfather will think that he died honorably.

Understanding

Mon, 11 May 2009 03:57:54 GMT

Amidst all the drama concerning hydrogen bombs and Hostiles vs. Others and total evacuation, one little girl found time to play on her favorite swing. Her mother had seemed distracted all day and she was tired of being ignored. Maybe if she played outstide, someone would see her and talk to her. She wasn't however, expecting a strange man to come over to talk with her.

"Hello. Are you Charlotte?" asks the man with the beard and tie.

"Yes I am. Who are you?"

"I'm Daniel. Daniel Faraday. Listen, you need to get off the Island, understand? You need to leave and never ever come back here. It's not safe," he pleads with her.

She has no idea what he wass talking about, but she didn't like it. It made her scared. Mother had always told her that if someone was bothering you, you should hit them and try to get away. Tears well up in her eyes as she debates what to do.

"Please, Charlotte, tell me that you understand," he begs.

In a choked up voice she answers, "No. I don't!" Tears begin streaming down her face.

He lets out a sigh and unthinkingly takes her hand, trying to sooth her as he did when they were both adults.

"Stop! Leave me alone! You're a bad man!" she yells, recoiling her hand from him.

"I'm sorry! I'm just trying to keep you safe," Dan desparately tries to explain.

"From what?" She may still be afraid, but she's still curious enough to ask.

"I-I can't tell you. It's to complicated. You just really need to trust me, ok sweetie?"

Charlotte's five year old mind tried to process what she's being told. To blindly trust someone's vague wishes seems silly to her, even though she is very young. She doens't understand what this stranger is trying to tell her, but she feels like she needs to trust him. She nods her head as fresh tears fall from her eyes.

"Here," he says, holding out a handkerchief to her, "To wipe your eyes."

Charlotte mutters a soft thank you before using it and tries to hand it back to him. She always was polite, English mother and all that. He tells her to keep, and he makes a move to get up.

"I have to go now." He dusts off his pants and begins to walk away.

"Will I ever see you again, Daniel?" she asks.

For a second, he pictures that it's adult Charlotte asking him the same question as she lay dying in his arms, some time in the future. He is careful about how he answers: "Maybe."

He holds back a sob as he sees her give a small wave to him when he looks back at her, one last time and sees her tuck the blue handkerchief into her dress pocket. He wonders if she notices that his initials are on it and how long she'll keep it for. Dan knows he needs to man up and walks determinedly into the jungle so he can go set off an atomic bomb to save the world.

I Don't Want to be Dead

Sun, 10 May 2009 03:44:08 GMT

As Daniel felt his blood leave his body, his last thought was that wherever he was going, Charlotte would be there too. The land of the dead, heaven, space...call it what you may. The last thing he saw was his twenty year old mother standing over him with a gun, Richard looking shocked at what he had just seen. Before losing total consciousness, he heard a rustling in the bushes near by, probably Kate and Jack...And then, nothing.

He felt weightless and had the sensation of having an out-of-body experience, something they don't teach you in science and physics class. He sees Richard close his eyes and cover him with a green blanket. His mother is talking to a man he doesn't know. There will be alot o things he'll never know now. And he has no idea how long he'll just be suspended here.

"Daniel?" he hears behind him.

He turns. What now?

"Charlotte?"

"Daniel!"

She sort of drifts over to him and throws her arms around him. He's surprised to feel how solid she is.

"I'm so glad to see you! Well, I mean, I'm sorry that you're dead, but I'm glad you're with me," she says happily, actually smiling.

He's not quite sure how to respond when he see a large group of people he doesn't know appear behind her.

"This the boyfriend you were telling us about?" asks a tall blonde girl in a miniskirt. Is that gum in her mouth?

Charlotte rolls her eyes. "Yes, this is Daniel, Shan."

"W-what's going on?" he asks, dumbfounded.

"Let me formally introduce you into the land of the dead, or as we call ourselves, the island of the dead," answers a short blonde guy. He has an English accent like Charlotte.

"You're the only one who calls it that," says a boy with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes.

"I didn't ask your opinion, Boone."

He turns back to Dan.

"Right, well, I'm Charlie. This is Mr. Eko, Nikki, Paulo, Ana-Lucia, Libby, Michael, Boone, Shannon, this is the Marshal," he pauses, taking a breath.

"I have a name you know," says the Marshal arrogantly.

"Um, yeah, his name is Edward Mars then. And Goodwin, Ethan (he receives a glare from Charlie), Artz, Danny, Naomie, Karl, Alex, Rousseau," he takes another breath.

So many have died here. Twenty, in fact, and still he sees more faces, nameless, behind the group he's just been introduced to. And if Mom hadn't killed me, I could have gotten the bomb and prevented all of this from ever happening!

Charlie starts up again, "Christian Shephard and, besides you, Ceasar's the latest. Any questions?"

"You seem awfully cheerful for a group of dead people."

"We get that alot," answers Christian.

"Well, at least you get to appear to people," pointed out Michael.

Christian stopped talking after that.

"How did you die?" asks Charlotte, "Did you stop flashing?"

He hasn't done this much talking, even when he was alive. He mostly kept to himself, but it seemed that the dead are very talkative. If he had his journal with him, he'd be recording everything he was seeing and hearing.

"Um, my Mom just shot me. And yes, John, he, um, stopped us from skipping through time. But some of us are stuck in 1977 and the rest are in 2007 still."

"Ha, and I thought I had mommy issues," said Ana with a smirk and a quiet, bitter laugh.

Being dead doesn't change who you are, were, guesses Daniel.

"I-it was an accident. I was trying to talk to Richard and--"

"About the hydrogen bomb?" asks Artz.

"How would you know about that?''

"Just because we're dead, doesn't mean that we're completely in the dark. Sometimes we see or hear what's going on in the land of the living--"

"Island of the living..."

"--and we try to piece things together when the next dead person shows up," he says.

Daniel is surprised by how much they do and don't know. He finds it sad that they are so sure there will be more and more deaths. They aren't new to the game like he is.

"You're awfully quiet, Dan. What's been happening out there?" asks Charlotte.

She reaches a hand out to stroke his face, tucks some of his hair back into place. Dying seemed to have mussed it.

"Come on, we can talk on our own if you want," she says, taking him by the hand.

He hears cry of protest. They want to know how friends are doing. How's Sayid? Has anyone seen Vincent recently? If you've been home, would you mind telling me who won the Superbowl last year? How's Jack, still saving people? Sawyer still using nicknames? Anyone punch Ben lately?

He is able to block this all out by focusing his attention on the red-head leading him on. Everything in the island, land, of the dead seemed the same as when he had been alive. It more felt differently. Something was off.

"Do you want to talk n--," Charlotte started to say. She was cut off by Daniel's lips on her own.

She was taken aback by his actions. But you can't blame her, really, for she's only kissed him once...ok, twice. But never further than that.

"I don't want to talk. I just want you," answers Dan.

Charlotte is again surprised; for once, Daniel speaks like he's sure of himself. No tripping over words or carefully planning out what he wants to say. This time, he just blurts out what he's feeling and what he wants. And what he wants is Charlotte.

"You have me."

This is all the invitation he needs from her. He lays her on her back in the sandy grass and climbs on top of her. Charlotte is immediately aroused. Why couldn't he have been like this when they were both alive, she laments before he is furiously unbuttoning her blouse. He's sitting up now, to get at the buttons better and as more and more skin is revealed to him, she feels him grow hard above her. She experimentally rolls her hips upward, to see what he would do or not do.

With a growl that she wouldn't expect from him, he undoes both their pants. He thinks how silly it is that clothes are still a barrier, even when you're dead. It isn't long before their both pantless, and she's topless. She almost laughs as he enters her still wearing white shirt with his tie. It is so Daniel. Her laugh dies in her mouth and moans take its place. Who would have thought that he math and science geek would know how to please her.

"Dan, more, please," she softly pleads.

He increases his speed, trying not to harm her, wanting to bring her to climax. She digs her nails into his shoulder blades until he lets out a hiss of pain, but not slowing himself down.

"S-sor---ry," she tries to get out.

He forgives her with a kiss.

They don't say anything else to each other, until Dan looks into her eyes and says, "I love you."

That was the best thing he could ever have told and it made her feel pleasure course through her whole body from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes.

"Come on Dan, come on, you can let go," she soothed, stroking his hair.

He let out a whimper, thrusting a few more times, and emptying himself into her.

He was crying when they slowed and eventually stopped moving against each other.

"Shhh, it's alright Dan," she said, rubbing is back.

"I don't want to be dead, Charlotte," he cried.

"I know. But it will get better. And this time, we'll have each other."

He looked up at her, feeling hopeful.

He took a shaky breath. "I trust you."

"Good," she said with a smile.

And he knew everything was going to be ok.

1 Year Later - Sequel

Sat, 09 May 2009 21:47:38 GMT

1 Year Later

"Oh, shhhh, sweetie, don't cry," soothed Charlotte, holding her baby girl close to her.

It was only about two o'clock in the morning and all the young mother wanted to do was sleep. Instead, she hiked her daughter up higher in her arms, trying to figure a way to placate the tears.

"Are you hungry?"

She sat cross-legged in her tent and undid her blouse, holding the baby to her breast. This seemed to work for a few minutes, until Anna decided that she was no longer hungry.

Oh, now what am I going to do?

"Let's go for a little walk down the beach. Maybe you just need some fresh air."

Though she felt dead on her feet, Charlotte knew the walk would put her baby, Dan's baby right to sleep. The stars were high in the sky when she set off. That reminded her of a song she once knew…

"Dan, I wish you were here. I wish you could hold our baby. She's got your dark brown eyes, but I think she'll have my red hair, poor thing," she said aloud, thinking of Daniel, "I named her after my Mother, Anna Lewis. I hope that's alright with you."

She went on like that for a while, pretending to be having a conversation with Dan. She's done alot of that since he was shot by his Mum, on accident of course, in 1977. She had heard the news from Jack when everyone had caught back up with each other. He sort of lost her when he went on about the atomic bomb. She didn't really want to think about Jughead, for that was the first and last time they had made love…and Anna.

She remembered Dan being worried about getting her pregnant, but she had shrugged him off. She had only cared about proving to Dan and herself that she loved him wholeheartedly. She hoped he knew that before he had died.

Charlotte looked down and saw that her child was asleep.

"Good girl. Now Mummy can get some sleep too," she whispered, "Maybe I can tell you a story next time. I can tell you a story about how I met your Dad."

She was quiet on the walk back to the little shelter that Sawyer and Sayid had been kind enough to build for her. She was ever grateful to the new friends she had made since coming to the Island. For instance, without Juliet and Jack, there would have been only Kate or Sun to deliver her baby. And who would she have asked her pregnancy questions to if Claire hadn't been there for her? Or what about Dan? If she hadn't come here, she probably never would have met Daniel Faraday. By this time, she had reached her tent again.

She settled back into her little bed and put Anna back in the cradle Locke had made for her.

"Good night Daniel. Good night Anna. I love you both."

Charlotte slept the whole rest of the night, a feeling of peace covering her like a blanket.

Sometimes Kate Hated Ben Linus...

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:21:26 GMT

"I need to get back home. He'll be waiting for me."

"Who, Kate?"

"Good-bye, Jack."

The pained look on Jack's face stayed with her the whole drive back to her (their) place. But it wasn't like she could explain to him that she and Ben were living together. Their arrangement had been made when Kate realized that, although she was back in civilization, she had nowhere to go. Sayid was back with his girl, Nadia; Hurley was institutionalized; Jack was a drug and alcohol addict; and Sun was in Korea. When you're broke with no one to turn to, you'll do just about anything for your first half-way decent offer.

When she walked through her (their) front door, she was already expecting the round of taunting he put her through.

"Was it Jack this time, Kate, or were you with someone else you're sleeping with?"

She moved to slap him across the face, but he had anticipated this and he caught her arm.

"It's none of your business," she said in a deadly whisper.

"Is he rough with you like James was, or does he treat you like the porcelain doll he sees you as?"

"Let. Me. Go," she grit out.

She pulled her back from his grasp with a forceful jerk.

"Or maybe you're just upset because I know what you like better than the both of them."

By this time, she had walked away, into her (their) bedroom. Kate wasn't surprised to see that he already had her pajamas (lingerie) laid out for her. One of his requests for keeping her safe from arrest had been to supply him with certain favors. To please him. Tonight he had chosen the black lace slip with them hem resting well above her knees.

Instead she chose to where her blue cotton two piece. Ben would not be getting off on her attire this evening; he had pushed her too far this time. She climbed into her (their) bed, feeling peaceful and rebellious. She must have dozed off because she was awoken in the middle of the night with Ben pressed close behind her, his want of her obvious.

"No, Ben," she said firmly.

"Then leave. Walk out and go right back to running from the police," said Ben, snaking his hand into her pajama shorts.

She let out a sharp gasp when he started rubbing her. It made her furious that her body would betray her like that. How did he always know where she liked to be touched?

When her protests turned into gasps and soft moans, he knew he had her. He knew she wouldn't leave like she was always threatening she would.

As he continued probing his fingers into her and fondling her breasts, Kate found it harder and harder to keep still. At one particularly evil twist of his fingers, she bucked her hips back into Ben's. This only served to remind her that he was not one of the men she imagined herself with. Some nights, it was Jack; others, with Sawyer; and on occasion, she pictured Sayid lying next to her in the aftermath, not Ben.

Thinking about the men she knew would treat her right made her climax come a bit more quickly than it usually did, a bit more strong. Her name of choice was Sayid this time, even if they had only spent two nights together, once on the Island and once off it.

"You haven't yelled out for Sayid in four months," Ben pointed out, "Why tonight? Have a fight with Jack?"

She turned away from him feeling violated and dirty like she usually did after he made her come.

"Oh, now you're angry at me? Fine. Want me to sleep on the couch again? It's what you normally do."

She didn't take the bait. She wouldn't give into his mocking tonight.

"Well, if you aren't going to say anything, good-night then. See you in the morning."

Sometimes Kate hated Ben Linus...

Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:23:36 GMT

Out of all of your favorite books, pick just one you'd recommend everyone read. As a bonus: why did you pick that one?

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These things are always the hardest to answer, but I'll do my best to answer. The book that I have read the most times is Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech, and I reccomend to anyone looking for an easy, but inciteful read. I read it when I was in grade school and I am satisfied every time I read it. I hope that you enjoy it! :)

Love Is the Strangest Thing

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:11:02 GMT

{If "Jughead had gone differently...}

"I love him," she told Richard and Blonde soldier.

The shock on his face told everyone, especially Charlotte, that he wasn't expecting to hear these words. Whatever the case, saying so made the soldier camp trust them enough to get out and search for Sawyer, Locke, and Juliet.

"Did-did you really mean what you said earlier?" asked Dan later that evening, while they were residing in their own little army-green tent.

"Well, I wouldn't make that up, Dan."

"You didn't just say that to, uh, keep us from getting shot or something?"

She rolled her eyes; sometimes he could be so thick headed! For someone who knew so much, understood so little of what people are feeling rather than thinking. Figuring that explaining to him how she felt and why would be pointless, she went over and kissed him. She pulled him close to her and willed him not to ask her why or how would this work. Maybe this time he would just trust her.

Charlotte was almost surprised when she was the first one to pull away. When she moved her head back, she felt him quickly grasp her hips and pull her back to him.

"Don't go," he pleaded.

"I wasn't going to. Just needed a breath or two."

As soon as she had her breathing under control, they resumed kissing each other, and Charlotte started back them up onto one of the small mattresses in the tent. She didn't mind being the leader. This sort of thing was out of Daniel's realm of expertise anyway. He surprised her when he began unbuttoning her plain white shirt, slowly and deliberately, almost as if he expected that f he went too far, she would get up and walk away.

"It's alright Dan," she soothed and she felt his sigh of relief against her neck.

Once her shirt was gone, she figured it was her turn. His shirt was also a button-down, but blue and made of soft cotton. It was strange to feel something soft after the harshness of the jungle. After she did this, Dan seemed to gain a bit more confidence when he quickly unbuttoned her pants, but hesitated at going any further. Charlotte would have been frustrated if she hadn't thought it was sweet of him to wait as if to ask for permission to continue. She knew that most guys wouldn't think twice about taking off her jeans and having is way with her before she even knew what was happening.

He nodded his head and slid them off her slender legs. When they were gone, he couldn't help but take in the sight of her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled by way of thanks. Then she leaned up on her elbows and beckoned him to lie of her and move this to the next step. The thought of actually being able to be intimate with Charlotte made all other thought leave his head. He carefully laid down on her and she could tell by the hardness she felt against her belly that he wanted this just as badly.

"Charlotte, I-I don't have any protecti--," he started to say, knowing how this was going to work.

He was stopped by the redhead's lips again and by the tugging he felt at his own pants. He was smart enough to guess that she just didn't care. They divulged themselves of their underclothes and then Dan lost all inhibition and entered Charlotte in a quick thrust.

"Daniel!" she cried out, using his full name this time.

The only thing he could manage to say was her name over and over again, every time he buried himself into her, her name was on his lips. Charlotte! or an Oh, Charlotte! filled her ears and only succeed in spurring her on, pushing her hips up to meet his.

It wasn't long before neither of them could hold out any longer and before he could pull out, he was spilling himself into her. She panted and held onto him as he rode it out, and he held her when she came a few minutes after.

Even though they were both spent, neither of them wanted to move...so they didn't. Charlotte reached down and grabbed one of the rough blankest Richard had left them and pulled it up to cover their bodies. They didn't know how long they stayed like that, but they guessed it had been a while because Miles came back to tell them some good news.

"Hey, Locke said he talked to Richard and – whoa, ok, really did not need to see that," said Miles, covering his eyes.

"I'm like, gonna go back by them and uh, let them know you'll be coming to dinner late," he called over his shoulder.

I knew that when they went missing together that I wouldn't want to be the one to find them, thought Miles as he walked back to the mess hall.

He would have that picture of them burned into his skull for a long time.

A Bad Penny Always Turns Up

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:56:20 GMT

"Mommy?" asked little Charlie, just waking up from his afternoon nap.

"Go back down below, love. Mum's fine," said Penny through her tears.

She looked back at the man holding the gun that was aimed right at her.

"Please," she begged, "Don't hurt my son. Do anything you like to me, but don't hurt Charlie. Please."

He hesitated. The boy was Widmore's grandson. And the apple never falls far from the tree...He cocked his gun. If he got a good shot, he might be able to get them both.

"Mommy?" he asked again, rubbing his eyes.

Ben lost his nerve. Who was he kidding, the child had never done anything to him. And he knew what it was like to lose a child. As the minutes passed, he began to lose his nerve. Twenty second...twenty-five...thirty...and bam! He felt a body ram into him and he was knocked to the dock. Desmond reapeatedly punch him in the face and anywhere else he could get his fists on. Then the fists stopped and he plunged into the water...

That was two months ago. Desmond had been taken to the hospital for his blood loss and the bullet wound to his left kidney. Until Desmond would be well enough to get an operation to remove it, he would have to be dialysis. Penny was out for revenge.

As she walked down the dark back alley she knew Ben resided near, she remembered the vow she had made to herself ten years ago: to never be like her father. It was bad enough she had to share the same name as him, before she was married, but now she was following in this footsteps. She was out to kill Benjamin Linus. But it wasn't like she was the only one.

She approached the unmarked door that she knew led to his living quarters and took a deep breath. She was really going to do this. She was really going to kill Ben Linnus once and for--

"Et tu, Penelope?" asked a voice behind her.

How had he known?!

"You tried to kill my husband and I," she said through gritted teeth.

"You're both alive aren't you?"

"Why me, Benjamin? You know I am nothing like my father!" she yelled into the cold New York air.

"Yet here you are, holding me at gun point. You wouldn't believe the number of times Charles has had me in the same position," he retorted.

Tears fell from her eyes.

"I just want you to leave my family alone. We are done with you and your mind games."

"You may be done with me, but the Island isn't done with you."

"Enough about the bloody Island! Stay away from me, my son, and my husband. Do you understand me?" she said, cocking the gun to get her point across.

He let out a sigh. "If only it were that easy. None of you have any idea what the Island has in store for you. But, fine Miss Widmore, I won't come looking for you again. But I gaurantee that you come looking for me in the near future."

She took deep breaths to even her breathing.

"You can put the gun away now," he smirked.

With that, he began to walk away into the night.

A Bad Excuse is Better Than None

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:46:16 GMT

It was nearly 2:30 when Sawyer snuck carefully back into his own house.The lights were off and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Juliet didn't know he had gone out to see Kate that evening! He carefully pushed open the front door and quietly closed it shut. He turned around to sit on the couch to take off his boots when he heard a:

"Hello James."

He let out a strangled cry before saying, "Jesus Christ, woman, trying to give a man a heart attack?"

"Where were you tonight?" she asked calmly.

He froze. It wasn't like he could just tell her that him and Freckles had been going at it like bunnies over at her place just up until twenty minutes ago. He couldn't tell her about her pleased face and her contented sighs; about her the sound of her laugh and the sound of her weeping. He couldn't tell her that he belonged to Kate and she belonged to him. He just couldn't tell her....so he lied.

"Horace needed me to stay late and keep an eye out for Sayid."

"That all?" she prompted, not for a second believing him.

"Yeah."

The lie came easily to him. Years of being a con had paid off.

"Then what's that hanging out of your pocket?" she asked, pointing to a pair of black lace panties falling out of his back pocket.

"Present for ya. Thought maybe we could spice things up tonight," he drawled. Another lie.

He went over to kiss her lips. Lips that were not Kate's. Lips he didn't want to kiss anymore.

"Hmmm," she hummed, pulling away, slightly.

Sawyer flashed her a dimpled smile, albeit a fake one, but it appeased her.

"Wanna move this to the bedroom?"

"Mhmm," she answered, already down to making noises as answers.

He led the way down the hall to their bedroom and he felt like he had just betrayed the two angels God had sent him.

A Bad Custom is Like a Good Cake, Better Broken Than Kept

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:53:36 GMT

"Damn, Freckles, this here's one good thing about being stuck in the '70s," said Sawyer, taking a drag off of his Dharma cigarette.

She waved the cloud of smoke from her face. "My dad used to smoke. Some days he'd be coughing so bad he couldn't even take a puff."

Sitting on the porch after a day of figuring out wrenches and motors and security watching and Ben saving had seemed like a good idea at the time, but really, it had only brought the tension back between them.

"Yeah, well, old habits die hard, Sweetheart."

"I wish you wouldn't," she replied wistfully.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't...'sides from cancer and stuff," he challenged.

"I don't like to kiss guys who smoke."

"That so? I seem to recall getting a mighty nice one when someone needed an inhaler."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Those we different circumstances and we're different people now."

"You know what? I think I've decided to quit today, did I already tell you that?"

He took one last, long drag before crushing the cigarette under his boot.

"No, I didn--."

She was cut off by lips crashing into her own. Soft and warm, but his mouth still held it's smokey flavor. She pushed at his shoulders.

"Ah, ah, ah, not until I know you're not just quitting to get a kiss," Kate teased.

"Awww, come on now!" Sawyer whined.

Kate walked away, smiling at him over her shoulder.

"No fair!" he grumbled.

Just what was he gonna do with the new carton he had just bought at the store yesterday?

90% of Inspiration is Perspiration

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:23:12 GMT

"Charlie, I can't get Aaron to calm down!" said Claire.

"Maybe he's tired; does his nappy need changing?" he asked, jumping up from reading an abandoned book.

"I've tried everything that usually works. He's not hungry or tired or bored or hot or cold and I don't know what to do!"

"What can I do to help?" said Charlie, concerned.

"Can you play a lullaby for him? Please? Maybe he'll get distracted and he'll calm down," she pleaded.

"Oh, sure, yeah! Of course."

He jogged over to his tent and grabbed his red and black guitar from the sand. He usually played something from Driveshaft, but now was no time to get the baby even more wound up. Maybe Hush Little Baby would work for Aaron...even if he didn't know every word.

"Here, here, I'm back!" he called, rushing back to the pair he loved so dearly.

Claire smiled in relief. "Go ahead then."

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a Hurley bird

And if that Hurley bird won't sing,
Mama's gonna find you a sea glass ring

And if that sea glass ring turns bad,
Mama's gonna show you a silly crab...

"Guess that rhymes close enough, yeah?" he asked.

And if that crab runs away,
Mama's gonna keep your tears at bay,

And if that baby does shed tears,
Mama's gonna make you laugh ("Uh, um...") a million years. ("Yeah, got it!")

And if that laughs baby laughs all day,
Mama's not going to know what to say.

And if little baby tumbles down,
You'll still be the sweetest thing in town...er, Island."

"Good job, Charlie, he's sleeping now. Your song was really sweet," complimented Claire.

Charlie's smile was enough to light up the whole beach.

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 23:56:54 GMT

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30 Rock & Office

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 23:30:59 GMT

I felt so bad for Liz on Thursday, was anyone else feeling for her? All she wanted to do was enjoy her new, relaxed friends and then they go and beat her up. And the councilor's name, Weinerslave? Priceless! Reminds me of Dr. Spaceman, which is pronounced Spa-che-min. I love the play on words there. And for all my Jack/Liz shippers, who out there also wished she had sexually harrassed Jack? Anyone? ;]

Oh, and for last last Thursday, of course sleeping with the big cheese was going to backfire on Liz! And of course she was going to be the first woman he slept with since his wife died. I was getting some Jack/Liz vibes from that episode too.

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On Office, I was very disappointed with Dwight. I know him and Michael are rivals now, but i never would've guessed that he would be so cruel. How could Dwight choose Charles over Michaal? I was also sad to see that he robbed Michael Scott Paper Company and put the fish in the ceiling. (I hope their business goes well!) Jim messing with Andy was absolutely amazing, no? He is so clever and evil and I wouldn't have him any other way! :D

Joke's on Locke

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:22:17 GMT

Title: Joke's on Locke
Characters: Kate, Locke, Sayid
Rating: Hard PG/soft PG-13, a bad word and and adult theme
Summary: An Other finds Kate and Locke snooping around
Notes: No spoliers, just my imagination!
Link: http://30-rock-office.livejournal.com/7172.html

Sayid/Kate

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:17:55 GMT

When Kate opened her eyes, all she saw was the blindfold that Locke had put on her. She tried moving her hands, but they were tied together behind her back. Her feet were bound too. She tried calling for Locke, but she was met with silence.

She started panicking. The last thing she remembered was her and Locke exploring in what they assumed was an abandoned Othersville home. As it turns out, that one was occupied. She had gotten clubbed in the back of her head and got knocked to the floor. Getting up was not an option because whoever had attacked her had his boot pressed to her back.

"She not going to do anything. It's me you want," said Locke, sacrificing himself to save her.

"Fine," said a gruff male voice, boot lifting off her, "Tie her up on the bed and come with me." He held Kate to him in a vice-like grip.

"How do I know someone else won't come in here and harm her?" asked Locke.

"You don't," the stranger said, cocking his gun.

Then Kate felt herself being shoved forcefully into Locke's body. He picked up her bruised form to carry her to the bed. She grasped his shirt with weakening hands, burying her face into his chest. She cried out in protest when he placed her carefully on the mattress.

"Don't leave me here!" Kate gasped in pain, tossing a quick look at the Other.

"I'm sorry Kate," said Locke sadly, proceeding with binding her hands and feet.

He turned his back on the Other and slipped a blade into her waistband like he had done in the hatch before they got to know Desmond. Her eyes shot up to meet his.

"Stop talking!" commanded the man, raising his gun, "unless you want me to shoot!"

Kate started wriggling at that, pleading no, no, no...The knife slipping down her pants went unnoticed by her.

"For God's sake, blindfold the bitch!" he yelled, holding out a rag to Locke.

Then it became impossible to see. Without warning, she felt a needle prick her arm.

She had no idea how long she had been out when she started to wake up.

"Locke!" she choked out.

Kate heard someone dash into the room.

"Kate!" said Sayid, relieved to see her alive. He immediately untied her blindfold.

"Did you bring anything to cut me loose?" asked Kate, desperate to get away from this place.

"All I brought was my gun when I heard that only Locke came back after your hike out here," he answered apologetically, looking frantically about the room for something to cut her loose.

"Wait," said Kate, remembering, "Locke put a knife in my waistband!"

Sayid strode over to her, but hesitated with his hand above the hem of her shirt.

"This isn't time to for modesty now, Sayid," she urged.

Sayid nodded his head, grateful for getting her "permission." Without further ado, he lifted her shirt past her waistband, but saw no blade.

"It's not there. Are you sure that he--," he began.

"It slipped down my pants leg. My left one," she interrupted.

"Maybe I should go back and--," he started to say.

"Look, I know this isn't very the best of situation right now, but we don't know how much time we have before they get back here. Just grab it and get it over with," she reasoned.

He took a breath before unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. Sayid then noticed the shape she was in: tied up form, heaving breasts, damsel in distress...She looked more ready for sex than to be searching the jungle for threats with Locke. When he caught Kate watching him, he blushed.

"Like the view?" she teased, smirking.

His head snapped up. "I'm sorry. It has just felt like a long time since Shannon and..." He couldn't meet her eye.

"Sayid, I'm here for you, but you gotta get me out of here first," Kate assured him.

With that, Sayid moved to the left side of the bed. The fact that his hand barely grazed the top her pants made her frustrated. She bucked her hips up, finally making full contact. He bit back a small groan as his hand slipped over the top of her pants. Sayid shook his head to focus and his arm slowly disappeared down her pants leg. Suddenly, another person entered the room.

"Kate! I'm so glad I found--," started Locke.

As an outsider, the scene before him was less than innocent.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt," he said smirking.

When he winked in Kate's direction, her face turned red and he left the room.

"I'll be outside when you've finished," he called down the hall, taunting them.

Sayid pulled his arm back. "Got it," he said seriously, "And don't say 'years later we'll look back on this and laugh' because I assure you that I won't be."

Kate smiled. "Well, I guess the joke's on Locke then."

Sayid couldn't hold in his laugh as he cut through the knotted rope. "Yes, joke's on Locke."