Title: Tale of the Grey Lady
Rating:PG-13
Pairing: Skate and Jate. No preference to either ship – this is completely playing the triangle, in a positive way (I hope) and should be something that both sets of shippers can enjoy.
Summary: AU(At least I assume it will be!) Starts post LTDA. Our heroes try to free themselves from the Others, as Kate relives past experiences.
Warnings: Light cursing, scenes of a sexual nature, though they will be for the purpose of plot/character and won't be gratuitous in any way. And also flashbacks – not sure if I should warn about that.
Status of fic: WIP – I hope to spend the summer writing this, maybe longer.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Tale of the Grey Lady – Prologue.
Kate didn't know how long it had been since they had put the hood over her head. She didn't know how long after that they had knocked her out. Once the darkness came, time ceased to exist. It was still dark in her current location, though she was no longer bound by a hood, a gag or restraints. The silver sliver of moonlight shining through a small window high above her caused Kate to conclude that a number of hours must have passed since she fell into unconsciousness. It was daylight when she last saw anything, when Henry (she couldn't think of him as anything but Henry) had told Hurley that she was being taken home with them. This place, this cell, must be somewhere in their 'home'. Cosy. It was one of Kate's strengths that she could keep the sarcastic remarks coming in times of danger. Sawyer would have laughed if he could have heard her.
This thought seemed to open a door in her memory because all of a sudden she was hit with fear. She wasn't the only one who had been taken by the Others. Sawyer and Jack were there too. She remembered being hoisted to her feet and meeting Jack's eyes, holding them until the very last second. She had blinked, hard, trying to return his 'it'll be okay' look, but also trying to convey more. I'll be okay. You better be okay. I'm going to get us out of this. Now, as she recalled the moment, she was sure he would have read her right. But what about Sawyer? Who told him it'd be okay? He was probably somewhere within this very building, having given up on any plan, on himself, letting the self-loathing take control.
She needed to get to them, both of them. If the three of them could somehow communicate she knew they'd be free, fast. That was just the way it worked. The bickered and squabbled, but in the end, if they each bought their separate strengths to the table then they could get things done.
It was only then that it truly occurred to Kate exactly where she was. A small, square room. Concrete walls, concrete floor, one tiny barred window ten feet in the air and a door that looked as though it belonged on the Death Star. She wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.
The more she thought on it, the more the room seemed to shrink. Kate backed into a corner, afraid. She was a criminal, a fugitive. But only twice before in her life had she been locked up. And back then she had nothing to lose.
A bright light shone into the room as someone peered into her cell. A pair of emotionless eyes. Kate tried not to look into them.
'Hello Kate, I think it's time you and I have a talk.'