Disclaimer: I make no profit from this. Keamy and all of the other Lost characters do not belong to me. Constance, however, is mine. Lyrics are italicized.
A/N: The site won't keep the spacing I put in so I have set off the lyrics with dashes (---). I'm sorry if this is distracting but I wanted to make it easier to distinguish the lyrics from the story. Thanks!
Lyrics from Alexz Johnson-"Skin"
Chapter 2-Savior
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"I drift away to a place
Another kind of life
Take away the pain
I create my paradise"
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Constance stared at her hands lying flat on the table; hands that everyone believed to be responsible for horrifying things. She hadn't moved since the verdict had been read. She'd sat immobile as the courtroom emptied. She could picture Keamy outside the heavy wooden doors, a nasty grin on his face when he learned that he had been successful. Not that Keamy would have doubted himself in the first place. She refused to refer to him by his first name any longer, not after she had discovered his true intentions. No, she could never see him as her kind Martin again.
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"Everything I've held
Has hit the wall
What used to be yours
Isn't yours at all
Falling apart, and all that I'm asking
Is it a crime, am I overreacting?"
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Constance looked up as two heavily armed guards entered the courtroom. One unlocked her wrists and ankles from the chair and the other helped her to her feet. Then they escorted her to one of the small rooms behind the judge's office. Constance marveled that they'd sent two men to ferry her. Both had one hand gripping her upper arm and the other hand hovering over their holstered guns; both also eyed her warily. Did they really think she was going to try to escape?
Neither man spoke until Constance was once again chained to a chair in the new room. They made no attempt to quiet their voices as they left the room.
"I don't care what the jury said, that woman doesn't look like she's hurt a fly, much less all those people they were talking about." One said.
"I bet that was her act man." The other answered. "She'd play all innocent and have everyone fooled; then she would bring out her knives."
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"Oh, he's under my skin
Just give me something to get rid of him
I've got a reason now to bury this alive
Another little white lie"
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Both men chuckled as they left the room. Constance shuddered as she remembered Keamy's tale about her knives and what she had done with them. Thankfully she didn't have to think about it very long because her lawyer bustled into the room. She threw her briefcase on the table and looked down at her.
"Well, overall I think you were quite lucky Constance."
Constance blinked in surprise, "Lucky Liz? They're going to kill me; how is that lucky?"
"Don't be so dramatic, you got the death penalty. That gives you plenty of leeway time. If you had been tried in Uganda like you should have been they wouldn't have waited; you would be dead by now. You being extradited to the U.S. was a miracle." Something in Liz's expression told Constance she wasn't exactly thrilled about that miracle.
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"So what you had didn't fit
Among the pretty things
Never fear, never fear
I now know where you've been
Braids have been un-tied
As ribbons fall away
Leave the consequence
But my tears you'll taste"
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She pushed the thought aside. "He framed me." She blurted out, finally giving voice to what she had known since Keamy testified.
"Who framed you?"
"Keamy." Constance said evenly.
A laugh escaped the blond woman's lips, "Martin Keamy? The decorated war veteran and philanthropist? The hero?"
Constance shook her head. Keamy was none of those things. She may have believed he was once, but never again.
"He did." Constance pushed.
Liz looked at her darkly, "No one is ever going to believe you."
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"Falling apart and all that I question
Is this a dream or is this my lesson?"
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Constance closed her eyes in disappointment. Was Keamy's reach far enough that he had even been able to plant her lawyer? She had never stood a chance at trial with a defender who wanted her to be found guilty.
"You can go now." Constance said clearly.
"Excuse me?" Liz asked innocently.
Constance looked at her, "Your services are no longer needed."
"But you have to appeal." Liz sputtered and Constance saw fear in her eyes. Liz knew she would have to pay the consequences for getting fired from her assignment.
Constance found her first reason to smile in weeks, "Not with you. You go back to your boss and tell him I won't be needing any more of his charity."
Outraged at being discovered as a mole Liz snapped up her briefcase and stomped to the door.
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"Oh, he's under my skin
Just give me something to get rid of him
I've got a reason now to bury this alive
Another little white lie"
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"Tell him one more thing for me." Constance said before she left.
"What?" Liz asked snidely. "You want me to tell him you're still in love with him?" she mocked.
"No." Constance chuckled, "You tell Keamy that he better stay far away from me and that he better hope I don't find a way out of prison; because if I ever see him again, I'll kill him."
Constance wasn't bluffing and Liz could tell she meant every word.
"Bye now." Constance said feeling more like herself than she had in a long time.
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"I don't believe I'll be alright
I don't believe I'll be OK
I don't believe how you've thrown me away
I do believe you didn't try
I do blame you for every lie
When I look in your eyes, I don't see mine"
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Her good mood faded after she had been left in the room for hours. There was no clock in the room so she had no way of knowing how long ago she had sent Liz away. She was beginning to wonder if it was normal procedure to leave prisoners alone for so long when the door opened.
Constance studied the older man as he walked alone into the room. He wore an expensive suit and an expression of superiority. He looked her up and down before sitting across the table from her. Constance didn't ask the man who he was; she waited for him to speak first.
Finally he did, and Constance had to admit that he had one hell of an opener.
"Constance." He began in a strong British accent. "My name is Charles Widmore and I think we can help each other."
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"Oh my permission to sin
You might have started my reckoning
I've got a reason now to bury him alive
Another little white lie"
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