Title: Among the Ruins
Rating: PG
Summary: This isn’t goodbye. It isn’t ‘I love you’. It is as close as Kate has ever gotten to being someone’s anchor. It is a plan.Disclaimer: I do not own
Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Set during 'I Do'. Used for
philosophy_20, prompt #12: 6th sense.
Kate isn’t good at being an anchor. She isn’t good at giving comfort, providing steady ground because she isn’t steady.
She isn’t good at saying the things that need to be said, the things that sound too much like goodbye. She guesses Sawyer wouldn’t want to hear them anyway. They’re alike like that. They prefer to just go, to leave things behind without acknowledgment.
As she lays with Sawyer, she knows they’re in the eye of the storm, feels it with everything in her. Her body is heavy. Exhausted. This close to giving up for good. She is rocked gently against Sawyer’s chest by the way he exhales and inhales. She knows he feels it too, feels the tide turning, the storm coming.
It won’t be long now. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen, but it won’t be good. Danny is out for Sawyer’s blood, and Kate can’t keep him alive any more than Sawyer can – or wants – to keep himself alive. But that doesn’t mean she can’t try. Maybe he’s taking this as goodbye, but she doesn’t care, because it’s not.
Does she love him? She doesn’t know. Maybe. And maybe she isn’t ready to let go of that maybe. Maybe she isn’t ready to let go of
Sawyer. And maybe, just maybe, if he can’t live for himself, she can try to make him live for her.
This isn’t goodbye. It isn’t ‘I love you’. It is as close as Kate has ever gotten to being someone’s anchor. It is a plan. It is a lifeline. All she can do was hope that Sawyer was smart enough to reach out and grab hold.
She feels like he just might be.