Hello again.
First off, let me say that I really have no excuse anymore for not being on here and updating as much as I should. The school year is winding down for me, my problem is just procrastination and a general lack of motivation to write.. ugh I kind of hate myself for it but here I am now! Better late than never, right? *crickets*
Anyway. I wholly apologize to everyone who has been waiting for an update, I'm an idiot and hopefully there are still people reading this but if there aren't I'll understand. I'm going to try my absolute best to make it up to you by writing (and finishing) a story that won't disappoint.
Assuming that you guys are reading this for Suliet and were not a huge fan of the Kate/Sawyer paring like me, this chapter probably won't be your favorite just by the title alone. Yet although Kate was never my choice character on Lost, she did play a vital role in Sawyer's development into the man he became. It wouldn't make sense not to mention her.
My take on their relationship is mainly that it was an eye opener for both of them, to realize they were worth more as people and that they didn't have to punish themselves for the past. But we all know that their true happiness lied with others, and for that I thank the writers of Lost.
Kate was important to Sawyer, yes. Emphasis on the word was. Until she wasn't and her role in his life no longer played such a big part. Until a certain blonde lady began to capture his interest and eventually his heart. That's the kind of message I attempt to convey here. Happy reading!
May 1974
He remembered her laugh the most. Kate didn't laugh often, but when she did, it was great and you'd better hope you were around to hear it. To see the way her face lit up even if it was just for a second. He had spent a lot of time remembering her laugh, and the way she did her hair, and the way she said his name.
They had been on the island for a while, about four months. During that time they were put to work doing random things which at first was an annoyance to Sawyer but soon became part of a routine he grew accustomed to. Not that he would ever admit this out loud, but he liked coming home to their tiny house after a long day of hard labor and having dinner with everyone. He liked listening to stories about how ridiculous Horace was and recalling events during the 70s which were frequently mentioned by the members of the Dharma Initiative and talking about how different-yet similar- their time was compared to the present that they knew. Jin was getting much better at English. Miles became less and less belligerent. And Juliet...
He rolled over on his side and fixed his eyes on her sleeping body turned away from him from across the room. He realized that she was his closest ally on the island. They both knew it and took comfort in at least having somebody, even if it was just one other person, to share everything with. Or almost everything. She was similar in attitude to how Kate had been with him, sarcastic, edgy, and quick witted, at times dismissive and cold but nice to be around when she was in a good enough mood. She could be distant and mysterious when asked about her past off the island, but Sawyer was growing more and more intrigued to that side of her. Plus, she laughed at his less obnoxious jokes. A sense of humor is important. She was cute, too. No not cute, hot. Especially outside in the heat, when they were hacking trees or fixing a leak in the house or trying but inevitably failing to repair a car. She always wore those tank tops drenched in sweat and dirt that sometimes rode up when she bent over. When she pulled her hair up he could see all the muscles in her arms, her bare glistening collarbones and neck moving as she talked. He wasn't a perv, though, he never tried anything. But she was hot and he thought about it. He realized he was wearing a shirt less and less when he knew he would be around her for the day.
More and more he found himself thinking of Juliet, occupying his mind at night in the space of where Kate had previously been. He still missed freckles, but memories became faded. Old, familiar conversations with her grew muddled as he recalled something Juliet had said to him the day before, how her eyes were so intense whenever she worked in the scalding summer sun or how she secretly helped Jin on his pronunciation of words at dawn on the steps outside the window. But the prospect of growing too used to his life in Dharmaville and being too close to Juliet scared him. He thought it scared her too. It was dangerous to get too comfortable, and they all knew it. Yet it had been months and Locke still hadn't returned. So without much resistance they wordlessly came to the decision to live, rather than wait. It scared him how much he could do that, and how much he grew to like it. And Juliet.
Sawyer got up quietly and moved across the humid bedroom to grab a glass of water. She moved when he walked past her. He turned and watched as she blinked her eyes open, realized it was only him and tried to reposition herself back into slumber. With a deep breath, he continued forward.