the beginning, the middle, the end
Author: Cath
Disclaimer: Characters, etc, do not belong to me
Feedback: Always gratefully received
Summary: In the beginning it is simple. In the beginning there is hope. J/K
Spoilers: Up to end of series 2
Notes: I always promise myself that I will not write for yet another fandom. One day I'll keep that promise. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my first foray into Lost fiction.
In the beginning
In the beginning she is there for him. Cautious, hesitant, but somehow she overcomes her fear and pushes the needle through his skin, bringing visible wounds to a close. He encourages her and she feels something akin to value for the first time in a long time. And for a brief moment she forgets her past.
In the beginning she is strangely drawn to him, a moth seeking out the flame. She follows him to the front of the plane and she tries to convince herself that it is solely because she is trying to survive, to give herself the opportunity to escape from the island.
In the beginning she has no idea of what is ahead of her; there is just her, an island full of mystery and over forty strangers who have no idea who she is.
In the beginning they concentrate on rescue.
In the beginning it is simple. In the beginning there is hope.
In the middle
In the middle things get hazy and uncertain. She finds herself confused and frustrated and unable to reason her emotions. She kisses him when her intention was to try to distance herself from him; to escape his protection.
In the middle she seeks the safety of Sawyer, whose apparent intentions are consistently made public; Sawyer, who is equally as unable as she to get emotionally close.
In the middle she acts impulsively and Jack has to save her life. And she realises that her actions have lasting consequences. And it dawns on her that he might be as confused as she is.
In the middle there is terror and loss and fear. There is a known enemy. There is a hatch.
In the middle hope fades as those on the raft return to them, minus one.
In the middle things are erratic and abstruse. In the middle they spiral towards despair; peaceful interludes growing ever more scarce.
In the end
In the end there is no hope. There is only her, Jack and Sawyer. There are the others.
In the end there is fear. There is a dark room offering no comfort.
In the end Sawyer is taken away, death promised to her and Jack in the near future; freedom from this demise only through cooperation. Neither seems an easy exit from their situation.
In the end there is a choice. And in knowing that death is imminent it seems foolish to fear her emotions, to fear him. Strangely, it is Sawyer who brings them together; his absence giving the catalyst for their proximity. Jack comforts her initially, but it is she who instigates further interaction, kissing him in almost a parallel of their previous incident. This time she doesn't run; nor does she wish to. Instead she allows her body to speak of her feelings for him.
In the end there are no regrets. In the end there are no plans. In the end there is acceptance.
In the end there is a miracle. In the end the island provides a different future to that foreseen by the others.
In the end there is another beginning.
Finis