Title: Exclusive
author: jmaria
tth100
prompt: Kit
Crossover fandom: Lost
Characters:
Kit, Kate
Prompt: 098. Club
Word Count:
315
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Kit, J.J.
owns Kate
Summary: His two girls. . .
Set: Southern
Comfort - 7
Exclusive
Kit felt like crying, which made her feel like a big whiny brat. Her wrist hurt, Hurley was mad at her for some reason, Sawyer was being annoying, and she was getting all worked up over Dawn and Carlos. Even though she told herself they weren't even worth it. None of them. At all.
"Look like you could use a drink," Kate called, holding out a water bottle to her.
"Got anything stronger?" Kit asked.
"Sorry, you're gonna have to ask Sawyer about that. All I have is water," Kate said, squatting down next to her. Her eyes landed on Kit's wrist. "What happened?"
"Sawyer did." Kit yanked her sleeves down self-consciously.
"What?" Kate asked, looking around for the man.
"Well, I yanked some, so I guess I helped to hurt them a bit," Kit smiled.
"You're gonna have to run that by me again, Kit," the older woman shook her head.
"He grabbed my wrists, I yanked. It was a whole thing," Kit sighed.
"Kit - did he try anything?"
"Sawyer, king of sit-around-and-do-nothing? No, nothing severely wrong, anyway," the younger woman smiled, turning her face to the sinking sun.
"You sure?"
"I don't need looking after," Kit said quietly. "Hurley tried and - well, I kinda chased him off with the Sawyer-crushing."
"He's an easy guy to crush on, I guess," Kate smiled.
"Denial party of two calling," Kit laughed. "Way I see it, Kate, is we're the closest thing that comes to a club around here."
"Yeah? What kinda club?"
"The Sawyer's-hot-but-we-know-it's-bad," Kit groaned. "Just add in the fact that only one of us has a real chance with the infamous Mr. Sawyer."
"Kit, Sawyer is not the kinda guy any girl should want."
"Yeah, but that doesn't make us want him any less, does it?" Kit pushed herself off the sand and stalked back over toward the group around the fire.