Title: Out of Crime
Rating: Probably won't go past PG-13
Pairing: Sawyer and Kate
Summary: Post-rescue—Kate is in custody. I'm not going to add anymore b/c I don't want to spoil the story!
Warnings: Nothing yet
Status of fic: WIP
Author's Notes/Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.
My chapters will be short at first until I lay a basis for the rest of the story to build on. The first few chapters will be more introductory than action. I'll try to update twice a week. As of this time I don't know how long this story will be. I'll just take it where it takes me.
P.S. This is my first fan fic so please be kind. I'm welcome to all suggestions and comments and even constructive criticism. Now on to the story!
Chapter One
Kate watched as the silver ribbon of concrete flow past the window cherishing every minute. She gazed longingly at cars filled with happy families on vacation and young couples taking a weekend trip. The beautiful landscape of trees and vegetation in the early morning light made her smile. In her heart she knew she would never see the outside world again once she was locked away in prison.
All the signs of civilization still felt foreign to Kate. She never realized the island had become so much of a home to her. The beach, the caves, the falls all were more comforting than the return of everything she knew before the crash.
On the island, Kate was able to rest, not having to constantly run from her haunting past. She was able to learn to trust people, something she never fully allowed herself to do before. Even though she was lost on the island, she ironically possessed the normal life she had never had.
Back in reality, after the rescue, Kate became more guarded than she had ever been. Even though she knew there was no escape, some part of her wouldn't allow herself to resign to her fate. The others had stared at her like a stranger when the officers led her out of quarantine in hand cuffs on the second day. Even Jack, Sun, and Locke and all the others she had trusted and thought of as friends looked upon her with no hint of recollection. All of them glared as she left, all except one.
Sawyer looked at her with pity, not a pity of being above her, but one of understanding from experience. He was the only person Kate was ever guarded with on the island, the one person she could never thoroughly trust. In a way, he was the same as she was and for some odd reason that made him dangerous in her eyes. But with that look, Kate was able to forget all of the perverted comments and annoying appearances of Sawyer on the island and be grateful for the familiarity he brought in that moment.
Kate broke her attention from the window because of the clinking of chains beside her. The person across from her in the vehicle was finally rousing from the journey-long sleep they had been taking. In Kate's eyes, this fateful trip had had no effect on the prisoner. He still acted as smug and arrogant as ever but nothing was able to change that. Now that he was fully awake, he drew Kate into focus.
"Good morning Freckles."
--Note: the next chapter will be from Sawyer's perspective.