And then some inspiration got knocked into me, so I walked around for two days, going "I don't care if you don't mind, I'll be there, not far behind." over and over and over, and I was like "If I don't write this story now I am going to be singing this damned song for the rest of my life." I haven't fully plotted the entire story yet. But I'm starting to. Also, I usually write my Jate fics from Jack's point of view, but this time I decided to do Kate. We'll have some fun with this- Kate seems like the crazy thinker type sometimes.
And if she's not, then now she is.
ALSO: I don't know where Kate is from. I don't know if she has brothers or not. This is a fanfiction. I am making it up.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lost. I don't own poprocks or coke or anything except this story. So there.
DEDICATION: To Allison and Jessa, who are die-hard Jaters just like me. Also, to Mrs. Frey ("So I'm a Jater? All right!") and LOFT (Lost Obsessed Fans of Tribble). Also, to Miss Tribble, who puts up with the five of us talking about Lost every Thursday. And to JJ Abbrams, all hail the creator of Lost.
-POPROCKS AND COKE-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER ONE-
If you eat poprocks and then drink coke, your stomach will explode, Casey told Kate. Kate looked up at her older brother and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm serious," Casey said. "if you eat poprocks and coke, your stomach will explode!"
Seven-year-old Kate laughed. "I'm not afraid of anything." she said.
" 'I'm not afraid of anything'." the childrens' mother quoted from her rocking chair on the front porch with a laugh. How often she'd heard that. How often her little daughter reminded her that she wasn't afraid of anything.
And she well believed it. A farm in the middle of Montana was probably not the best place to raise a little girl if you didn't want her to turn out like Kate. Kate spent the days following her older brother everywhere, picking up snakes and mice that they found in the field and bringing them back to the house, where Kate would excitedly show her mother, who would shout.
"Katherine Marie!" she would cry, and Kate would have to bring her new pet back outside.
From spiders to heights, there was no doubt about it- Kate wasn't afraid of anything.
Kate looked up at her twelve-year-old brother and grinned. "Dare me to?"
"Yes, I do!"
Kate tore open her package of poprocks and poured the tiny pink crystals onto her palm. She looked up at her brother. He nodded.
"If you explode, I'm not cleaning up the pieces." Casey said flatly. Kate smiled and looked at her mother, who was rocking baby Shawn. She smiled at her daughter.
"Go on, Katherine. You said you aren't afraid." said Casey bossily.
All in a rush, Kate poured the poprocks into her mouth and washed them down with a long sip of coke. She let out a cry as the tiny candies exploded down her throat.
"See! See! You're gonna explode!" Casey was yelling. Kate felt the candies go all the way down her throat and into her stomach. Her heart was pounding and her head was racing...
"Mom, I'm going to explode!" Kate cried. She was close to tears now- she still felt them popping and exploding inside her. It burned her tongue and throat. "MOM!"
"Oh, Katherine, don't be ridiculous. Your brother is just trying to scare you." said her mother. "You aren't going to explode."
From that day forward, Kate was afraid of one thing and one thing only- poprocks and coke.
Since that fateful afternoon, Kate hadn't eaten a single poprock or drank even a sip of coke. She was too afraid. Even years later when she knew she wouldn't explode, she lost a taste for them. She never drank coke or ate poprocks again.
Kate had never again experienced that feeling of crackling, popping, and snapping in her stomach, and she had to say she missed it. It was a thrill. It was fun to teeter on the verge of thinking you were going to explode. But she never experienced it ever again.
Until she met him.