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Circumstance (Kate/Alex) - R

Title: Circumstance
Pairing: Kate/Alex
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up through "Live Together, Die Alone"
Note: My first stab at femmeslash! Thanks ever so much to themoononastick for taking time away from her own writing to beta.




She's always in motion. Always on her feet, pacing. Like maybe if she walks enough, she can walk out of here.

I always feel like I'm interrupting when I come to bring her her food. Even caged, she intimidates me. I slide the tray through the grate and she takes it, barely looking at me. I keep expecting her to say something but she hasn't yet. Other than "Thanks."

She's not like Jack, who tries to draw me out, tries all too transparently to get me on his side. Sawyer likes to talk too. He calls me "Sweetheart" and smiles like we're friends. They're both so obvious.

I can't believe how different she is from Claire. Claire was tiny and fragile. As helpless as the baby they wanted to take from her. I felt sorry for Claire.

I feel sorry for Kate too, but only because she's so sad. Her green eyes are always downcast. But when she does look up, when her head tilts back and those eyes meet mine, her expression is proud, like the lioness I saw in one of the books in the library.

She scares me a little. I know what she's done, what she's capable of because I've read her file. I know more about her than Jack or Sawyer do. None of them know each other all that well, really. Two months and they're still strangers.

I think they've all underestimated her, because she is so very pretty, with that heart-shaped face and hair like a Boticelli painting, the one that the art history book says is so famous. She probably heard that all the time, back in her world, that she looked just like a painting.

Today, I've decided, I'm going to get her to talk to me. Instead of leaving after taking the tray, I stay and watch her eat. She eats like the food has no taste, her face blank. Finally, she looks up, notices me and frowns.

"Do you miss it?" I ask.

She looks at me carefully, like there's a hidden meaning in the question. "Miss what?" she says finally.

"Where you came from. Before this," I add.

"You mean, before the island?" She smiles, but it's not a happy smile. "It doesn't matter, if I do, does it? It's not like I'm ever going back."

Her voice is bitter. It's not until now that I realize that the proud stance is for show. She's given up hope.

She could be talking about being here, in this cell, but I don't ask. And she doesn't ask. Maybe she doesn't want to know what's in store.

"I'm sorry," I say, without meaning to. I cover my mouth, but she's already heard me. Her expression softens, just a little.

There's a flash of something in her eyes, a kind of fire there that makes me think I was wrong. She hasn't given up. She's just closed herself off.

"You're the one who helped Claire," she says, regarding me shrewdly, as if seeing me for the first time. "You're Alex."

She knows my name? I try to remember if I've ever told her. "Why do you say that?" I say, pretending a calm I don't feel.

Her gaze is kind. "Claire told me how you helped her. Thank you for that."

I can only nod. She's going to ask me to help her next but there's no way I can. Not this time. I don't want her to ask.

"Your mother's been looking for you," she says with a sad smile. "Did you know that?"

"My mother? My mother's dead," I say, shaking my head.

"No. Her name's Danielle," she insists, bobbing her head excitedly. "She was shipwrecked here shortly before you were born. And then you were taken from her. She's never stopped looking for you."

"You're lying," I say coldly, and walk out. I was wrong about her. She has an angle too, just like Jack and Sawyer.

"Alex!" she calls after me. The sound of my own name echoes through my mind for the rest of the day.

----

The next day, she's waiting for me.

"Hello, Alex," she says, watching me closely. "You've been thinking about what I told you, haven't you?"

"I don't believe you," I say with a shrug. I shove the tray in and prepare to leave.

"She's French," she says quickly, taking the tray but simply setting it on the ground, ignoring the food. Those intense green eyes never leave my face. "She's a scientist. She came here with an expedition. She's the only one left from her group. She's strong. She's smart. She's survived on her own in the jungle all these years. Sixteen years. Which makes you nearly 16."

She's making this all up, but she's very good at it. Maybe she knows I know all about her and now she wants me to believe she knows all about me.

"You don't know me," I say. "Even if I had a mother out there somewhere, who is she to me? These people are my family. The rescued me. Raised me. But even if I did have a mother, they would have told me."

"Think about it, Alex," she continues smoothly, pressing her face against the bars, even as I step back. "They stole you from her. Just like they wanted to steal Claire's baby. Just like they stole Walt. They've been lying to you all these years."

"No," I shake my head. "I don't believe you. You lied for a living. Changed your name. Ran from the law. Killed people. That's why you're here."

"What do you mean?" She's alarmed now. I can see her pulse fluttering in her throat. "Why did they bring us here?" Her voice is still calm, her words measured, but she's rattled. She's not hysterical, but the panic is there, below the surface. She's gripping an iron bar tight with her fingers, a hint of the violence she's capable of if she's free.

She reaches out to me, her fingers brushing my arm. "Please, Alex."

"I have to go," I choke out the words and run out. Because what I really want to do is open the door and let her out.

----

She's asleep on the floor when I come back the next day. I've never caught her sleeping before. I watch her for a minute, debating whether I should just leave the tray and go. The food from the day before is still sitting there, untouched. So the stain under her head doesn't make sense.

She's still not moving. "Kate!" I gasp and push the release for the door. I turn her over and see the nasty gash on her forehead. She's pale and she's out, but she's warm to the touch. I rip off some of my shirt and dip it in the fresh water I brought for her. I dab at the dried blood. Relief floods me as I realize that it looks worse than it is.

Her eyelids flutter and I tell her everything's going to be OK. She looks confused and a little scared. I give her arm a squeeze and brush the back of my hand over her cheek. "I don't think it's too bad. You must have banged your head against the bars."

She winces, bringing a hand to her head. She stares up at me in puzzlement. Her eyes aren't just green, but green and gold. She manages a weak smile and it's only then I realize that I'm still holding her.

I gently lay her back down. "I'll go get help," I say. She puts her arm over her face, hiding her eyes from the light.

As I run to get Miss Klugh, I wonder if she did this on purpose. I hate to think what might have happened.

---

The next day, she's wearing a bandage on her head. But I barely notice that because of what she's not wearing. Her shirt is off, and she's wringing it between her hands, attempting to wash it with her drinking water. I already knew she doesn't wear a bra.

When we brought them here, I was the one to escort her. In trying to pull her to feet, I'd missed her arm and grabbed her by the breast instead. I still blush at the memory.

She hears me and looks up. She makes no attempt to cover herself, just shrugs and gestures with the shirt. "Any chance of a shower?" she asks with a half smile.

My cheeks are burning and I'm sure she can see it from where she is. She smiles, wider this time, and pulls the wet shirt over her head. She's having a hard time of it. Now that it's wet, it clings to her like a second skin. I try not to stare at her breasts, even as they bounce slightly through her struggles to navigate the shirt over her nose and chin. But in no time at all, she's pulled it down and then she shakes her hair free.

"Your bandage ..." I point out that she's managed to dislodge it and she reaches up, trying to feel for it.

"Here, I have another one," I offer. She walks over to the bars. But even pressed up against them, I can't maneuver the new bandage into place. I let out a sigh and try again.

And then I stop. An idea has taken hold, one I know I should ignore, but I don't want to ignore it. Before I can convince myself to do the right thing, I've pressed the release on the door and stepped inside.

"Sit down," I say. She's not very tall, but she's still taller than me. She lets me guide her to a sitting position.

She waits expectantly, a small smile on her face. She's making me nervous.

"Hey," I say and I realize I sound shy. "I can take your shirt and wash it properly."

"Properly?" she says, a wicked lilt in her voice. "And what would I wear in the meantime?"

I take a deep breath and pull my own loose, handwoven shirt over my head. I have no bra to take off. She's looking at me now, smile gone, all seriousness.

She nods and pulls her T-shirt up, exposing her abdomen. I reach out -- her breath is making her abdomen rise and fall under my hand -- and help her inch it up and off. She has goosebumps and so do I.

Her wet T-shirt is crumpled in my hand and I know I should put it down -- or on -- and put on her fresh bandage. But then she says my name and everything stops. She kisses me -- she kisses me. Her lips are soft and she's pulling me to her and I shiver as her breasts brush against mine. I don't know what to do, so I let her do everything. She places my hand on one of her breasts. I'm afraid to touch her. I just let my fingers brush over the nipple and then down under the curve, just holding it in my palm, savoring the feel of her.

She sighs, like she likes that and her mouth leaves mine. She kisses my neck and then she takes my right breast in her hand. Her long hair brushes over my skin, like another kiss, and I watch her close her eyes as she brings my breast to her mouth. I can feel the tickle and the warmth of her tongue all over as she delivers those delicate little licks. I don't want her to stop. She starts to suck at my nipple and I push her away. Because I want to do this to her. And she lets me.

"You're beautiful," I say to her, and she says nothing, but she smiles and sighs and then she kisses me again.

That night, I pretend my body is hers. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

---

But they don't let me see her for the next few days. When I see her again, everything has changed. She's in the corner of her cell, curled up in a ball. She's had a few sessions with Tom, I know now. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know how it would make me feel to see her like this.

I had seen it happen with Jack and Sawyer too. They stopped talking, grew grim and silent, retreating into the shelter of their own minds. I don't care that, on paper, Kate is more dangerous than either of them.

She wouldn't hurt me.

I walk into the cell and take her in my arms. But she shoves me away, face filled with hate. "How can you be part of this?"

"They're my family," I say. "Try to understand."

"They're monsters," she says in a low, hurt voice. "But you're not. You're not like them. How can just stand by while they hurt me? And Jack? And Sawyer? They've killed some of us, you know. Or did they lie to you about that too?"

I stiffen. "I know what you did. How you killed your own father. I'm not like that. I'm not like you."

She blanches, shocked that I know. But her response is swift. "He was hurting my mother," she says, shaking with anger. "Maybe there was another way but I had to stop him. Alex," she says, a note of pleading entering now. "You have to stop them. You know what they're doing is wrong."

And in that instant, I believe her.

I want to believe in a mother who lives in the woods, who's kind and loving and would never hurt anyone and has waited my whole life to find me. I want to let Kate go, and go with her. And together we'll find my mother who, since she is so smart and strong, will hide us and keep us safe.

"OK," I say, but the word sounds like someone else is speaking it. "I will help you. We'll leave, just the two of us. We'll sneak away and they'll never find us."

She bites her lip and smiles through her tears and then she kisses me. "And Jack and Sawyer, " she says softly, letting her head rest on my shoulder. "We have to save them too."

"No," I shake my head, trying to keep the smile in place. "We'll all be caught. It's too dangerous." I don't understand why she can't see that, but she keeps insisting.

"Jack and Sawyer, they're my family," she says with a throb in her voice. "We can't leave them."

"But we have to! It has to be just us two. Do you want to leave or not?"

"Without them?" She's still shocked that I don't see it her way. "No." She doesn't say it, but I know she's thinking. I would kill for them.

And maybe that's why I say it. I don't plan it, the words just come out. "It's too late anyway. They're already dead."

She goes pale and I think she's going to faint. "No." She says it so quietly, but it's as if she screamed the word.

I can see it in her eyes. She wants to kill me. And then it's like a light in her is switched off and she crumples against the wall.

I can't do anything for her now, except leave.

"I didn't want to tell you." I keep lying. Because I have to.

---

She's never going to smile at me again. She's never going to kiss me again.

I can't bear seeing her everyday, knowing she hates me. Knowing she wouldn't leave without them.

I thought if they were dead, she would leave, but with them dead, she doesn't care about me. She doesn't care about anything.

I've already broken so many rules. These few more don't matter. I steal some of the drugs Ethan gave Claire, the ones that kept her happy and uncomplaining and I put them in Kate's water. She's stopped eating, but she still has to drink water, at least.

I sit and call her name every 20 minutes or so, until she answers me. When she comes over to the bars with a smile on her face, then I know the drugs are working. She kisses me through the bars of her cell and calls me "baby," and everything is OK again. She's happier than I've ever seen her, and now, at last, she does remind me a little of Claire.

I've timed it perfectly. It's dark and Tom and everyone is busy with Jack. Or Sawyer, I'm not sure which. I just have to stop Kate from giving us away by giggling. I've brought everything we need. We walk all night and she starts to slow down but never once says she's tired. Finally, I pick a spot to camp and make our bed. She falls asleep in my arms almost immediately.

We're on the move again in the morning, keeping up the pace until we get far enough away. We stop for some food and water. She sits and sips at her water, following the flight of a bird overhead like she doesn't have a care in the world. She's beautiful. I kiss her and then I slowly take her clothes off. She lays back and lets me kiss her all over. She makes little "mmm" noises and squirms at my touch and I tell her I love her. But she's not really looking at me. I look into her eyes and the gold is gone. I lay on her chest, staring up at the sky along with her.

I can lie to myself, but this isn't Kate. And as soon as the drugs wear off, she'll want nothing to do with me. The only way to keep her is to drug her and I can't do that forever.

She's never loved me. Maybe never even liked me. And now she hates me.

A cloud comes out and covers the sun and she pouts. I help her get dressed and then we're on our way. I don't know exactly where we're going, just somewhere new. If my mother was really out here, I thought she'd have found us by now.

Everything is falling apart.

She can't go back, and now, neither can I. I can't go to her people. But I can take her.

It takes another day's hike to get close enough where I can let her go. She has no idea, just walks along, holding my hand and humming. I want to memorize the way sunlight falls on her hair, the way her eyes crinkle up when she smiles. I turn and kiss her, wishing she would kiss me back like she did in the cell.

It's time for a nap, I tell her, and she obligingly lays down and goes to sleep. I leave a note in her bag.

Dearest Kate, You belong with your family and I belong with mine. I'm going to look for my mother. Please don't hate me. Alex.

I want to write that I love her, but I know that her friends will read it and I don't want them to know. I wonder if I should tell her the truth about Jack and Sawyer, but it's too late for the truth. I did all this to keep her safe. I know she'll never rest until she saves them. And it will be the truth soon enough.

I put the note in her backpack, kiss her once more on the cheek, and then I start walking. I have no idea where I'm going.

Comments

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zelda_zee
Jul. 3rd, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
It looks like I'm the first one fb-ing here and I really don't know what to say. This story was very affecting, and creepy, and somehow difficult - and no, not b/c it's femslash.

This made me gasp, I just wasn't ready for it:
I wonder if I should tell her the truth about Jack and Sawyer, but it's too late for the truth. I did all this to keep her safe. I know she'll never rest until she saves them. And it will be the truth soon enough.

Alex's voice is so well done, her odd perspective and naivete subtle and believable. I found myself being surprised by what happened at several points in the fic. I like it when a fic is unpredictable like that.

Sorry for my lameass fb, I think this fic is brilliant, but it's freaked me out and I'm not sure why or what to say about it.
halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 01:53 am (UTC)
Wow! That's hardly what I'd call lame feedback! ;-)

I'm so glad you liked this. It's not a happy combination, definitely. I've been wondering how Alex could let Claire go and yet still be one of The Others. Her loyalties have to be mixed, at the very least.

And it's wonderful to hear that the fic was able to surprise you. Thanks again for reading and for the lovely fb!!
astra2104
Jul. 3rd, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. This was...I don't really know, fascinating? Because I'm really intrigued by the way you write Alex, and I think we'll be lucky if she turns out like that in the show. And it makes me curious, like now that you've started writing about her, I wanna know more.

The sound of my own name echoes through my mind for the rest of the day. Beautiful.
And how sad is it that I thought the whole time "Kate's just playing an act. She's just using her." I think if Alex would emerge as a strong female character, she could really improve Kate's character as well.*rambling again*
Argh. I'll stop now. It's your fault, though, your fic always makes me THINK so much! Which is a good thing. ;)
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halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 02:03 am (UTC)
Wow, you flatter me! ;-) I'm curious about Alex too, to find out where her loyalties really lie. I think we've all speculated she'll be sympathetic to the captives, but how much can she really help them? It's not like she will just let them all go!

And even though Kate can be all over the map, I figured she would have no problem manipulating the situation if Alex had a crush on her. Same with Sawyer. But I imagined that Jack would just keep trying to win her around without crossing any sort of line. Because he's Jack, LOL.

And awww, you were on Alex's side. ;-) I guess I sympathize with both of them here.
mysticxf
Jul. 3rd, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
I'm kind of at a loss for words, but in the good way. I'm really curious about who will interact with whom while they're in captivity, but I never saw Alex as any kind of participant -- now I really want her to be. It'd be interesting to see how Kate and Alex interact. I loved their interaction in this. It was kind of haunted and beautiful.
halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 02:06 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm not usually big on new characters (as you all know, LOL), but Alex is so intriguing. I'm very curious about her and, like you said, how she'll interact with Kate and the two men. Thanks for reading.

And I remembered this icon and went back and snagged it! It even factored into the fic because I wouldn't have noticed how Alex had grabbed her without it! ;-)

eponine119
Jul. 4th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
Oh, wow. I was excited by the idea of any story by you, but this was just amazing.

First person pov is not a favorite of mine, but you use it so perfectly here, and to great effect. The characterization is wonderful, as is the way the two women interact. Kate would manipulate, and despite her time with the Others, Alex still comes off as an innocent, someone who wouldn't expect it. But then she learns, too, when she tells Kate that Jack and Sawyer are dead to try to get what she wants. I love the part where Kate tells Alex about Danielle, and the ending. There are actually so many little, quiet moments I liked in this, like when Alex drugs Kate and thinks that she finally reminds her of Claire. And the slashiness hits just the right note too -- That night, I pretend my body is hers. Tomorrow can't come soon enough..

Excellent, excellent work. And very different and original, which feels like a rare prize in fic these days.
halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC)
*blush* Thank you so much!

This idea came to me one sleepless night, completely out of left field. It is different for me. I've been stuck on my other fics (or just a bit bogged down) so I thought I'd give it a shot.

And yes, besides being my first femmeslash, it's also my first first-person fic! It just wanted to be written this way and I'm so pleased that it, and the characterization, work for you. Kate started off as such a blank slate (and I think we can still write her just about any way we please without it being out of character) and Alex is too. Alex's upbringing had to be pretty skewed and very sheltered. So far we've seen her as saviour to Claire, but yet there she is, helping the rest of The Others herd Kate, Jack and Sawyer. I'm very curious to see how her character develops. They've given us just enough to tease us so far, much better than other introductions, LOL.

Thanks for reading this one! ;-)



themoononastick
Jul. 4th, 2006 12:50 am (UTC)
I absolutely LOVE this. There is a gorgeous, haunting melancholy to it that just cuts to the very core as you read it. The use of first person is so perfect for Alex and for this fic - the sense of her innocence and of how lost she is comes across so beautifully. I love the interaction between them, the shift of power almost in the way they try and manipulate each other - Alex more successfully than Kate - and the ending is wonderful. Just brilliant.
halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)
Awwww! ;-) *tacklesnog*

Thank you for your encouragement and feedback on this! It's always a bit risky to venture into territory. Thanks for holding my hand! *adores* It makes me so happy to hear that you like it and that the dynamic between them works. ;)

(And hee, check out this icon by mysticxf!)
ficangel
Jul. 4th, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
I really like this. I thought that you did a great job of showing Alex to be silmultaneously a spooky Other and a very young girl, and Kate to be dangerous and endearing all at once.
halfdutch
Jul. 4th, 2006 06:17 am (UTC)
Thank you kindly! Those were my intentions -- so glad they came through for you. ;)
gottalovev
Jul. 4th, 2006 04:01 pm (UTC)
wow! there are pairings that I would never had thought about, and this is clearly one of them. you pulled it off wonderfully, I was mesmerized all the way through.

great job and very original. thanks a lot for that, I'll surely think about it all day. ♥
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:48 pm (UTC)
Aww, you flatter me! ;) Thank you so much!
inthekeyofd
Jul. 4th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC)
I don't even read femslash, but it was written by you, so I had to. *smile* Your characterizations are so dead on, and Alex, it's so good to see a fic from her point of view, even though it was about Kate.*smile*

Just as always, it's excellent, and it's so good to see you writing again!!!
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)
Wow, I can't believe you even read this one, knowing how you hate Kate! I'm honored that you did! ;-) And thank you! *smooch*
cmonkatiekatie
Jul. 4th, 2006 06:30 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was so so interesting. And insanely well written - you really got into Alex's head, her innocence and Kate's draw on her. How she ends up being sort of a sad character, but not too sad too not feel for her a little bit. And completely unrelated, but Alex actually grapped her by the boobs? I never noticed that!
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I've really liked what little we've seen of her character so far and am curious to see what they do with her in S3.

And yes, heh, I never would have noticed the boob-grabbing without this icon!
ellel
Jul. 4th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
That was unusual-good unusual:)And interesting,yes!Alex and Kate are pretty hot together;)I loved the part about Kate telling her about Danielle,I keep on wondering if cannon Alex knows at least that her mother is alive and spent last 16 years on the island.

And then it's like a light in her is switched off and she crumples against the wall.
*whimpers*
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you for taking a chance on this and very glad you liked it! I'm curious to see if Alex knows about her mother too!

queenbtch
Jul. 4th, 2006 08:54 pm (UTC)
Wow, this is gorgeous! Just lovely. Great work!
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you, dear! ;-)
random_zombie
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:10 am (UTC)
Wow. Such a great fic! I'm kinda speechless with love. :)
halfdutch
Jul. 5th, 2006 04:54 pm (UTC)
Awww, you've made me speechless. Thank you!
elise_509
Jul. 5th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
Usually femmeslash is not something I read but I saw that you had posted a story and I just went clickety-click-click. I'll set aside any of my "normal" ways to read a fic that you've written, because I know taking a step outside my usual box will be rewarded. And it was! :)

I really love how you handled the first person in this and I like how Alex views Kate, Sawyer, Jack, and the entire situation. When she manipulates Kate at the end, your heart just goes out to her. You know why she's doing it and you want to tell her not to, not to manipulate like everyone else does, but when someone is surrounded by that poison their whole lives, it seems to be inevitable. The idea of family, with Kate saying Jack and Sawyer are hers and Alex finally realizing that the people she thought were her family weren't really, but that Danielle was out there looking for her, was very good. I loved the whole story.

halfdutch
Jul. 6th, 2006 04:25 am (UTC)
Oh wow! ;) Thank you so much. This one just wanted to be written first person. And I figured, if I'm going to try something different, why not go whole hog? ;)

I'm rarely so thematic with a prompt, usually I just find one that vaguely fits after I'm done writing, LOL. But again, it just suggested itself so that way. I'm so glad it all worked for you. Not to knock my OTP, but I really ejoyed getting into a different headspace with the fic. Thanks for reading!

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halfdutch
Jul. 6th, 2006 04:27 am (UTC)
WOW! That is amazing to hear, considering this is my first foray into femmeslash! Thank you so much!
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halfdutch
Jul. 6th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! I wasn't sure how the pairing would be received, since she's so young, and let's face it, it's pretty messed up on both sides! But I'm very intrigued with what little we've seen of her character so far. It was fun getting into her head. Thank you for reading!
laliu
Jul. 6th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC)
so alex grabbing kate's boobs in canon stuck out a lot for me (what, they didn't cut that!) and got me thinking that there has to be some girl queerness out there of the non-implicit variety, which this fic explored interestingly with a really nice alex voice. kate being compared to a botticelli painting is a perfect detail.
halfdutch
Jul. 6th, 2006 04:33 am (UTC)
Woo for canon queerness! ;) As I said above, I have to thank this icon by mysticxf for bringing that to my attention! And thank you for the kind words!
fierce_desea
Jul. 6th, 2006 10:39 am (UTC)
Guhhh. I love your writing. I've read quite a few different pairings from you and they are all fantastic!!! Ever since the whole Alex groping Kate thing, I've pondered Kate/Alex. Yeah, it's a bit fucked up with Alex being about 10 years younger than Kate, but whatever. Anyways, I loved this fic. I love how Kate referred to Jack and Sawyer as family and how she didn't want to leave without them. But I also loved the way she was around Alex. I could totally see her doing that. And I also wonder if canon Alex knows that her mother is alive. I kinda doubt it. But this fic just rocks. Adding to my memories!
halfdutch
Jul. 7th, 2006 01:48 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you! ;) I do agree, it's fucked-up but still something I was interested in exploring. Thanks for the kind words!

And I do wonder what Alex knows. I kind of doubt that she knows about Danielle.
philomel
Jul. 7th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC)
You've brought so many layers to both characters here. Wonderful narrative, wonderful style.
halfdutch
Jul. 8th, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
Mmmm! *licks your icon*

Thank you! It was nice to try something different for a change!

that_evening
Oct. 14th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC)
I found this very interesting! Thank you for sharing!
halfdutch
Oct. 28th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you liked it! ;) I guess the pairing is a little more plausible now they've actually met on the show.
fiona_squid
Nov. 25th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
I can't believe I'm only reading this fic now.

I actually don't know what to say. Well naturally I loved it. Just like totally ♥♥♥ed it. Some might consider the ending to be weird but I reckon that I goes really well with the story - leaves it open. It suits the way the fic is written.

It's a real shame that they haven't dealt with the character of Alex more on Lost. I think she'd have a lot of potential and material to form a great storyline. Hopefully we'll see more of her when the show comes back from its winter hiatus. ^^
halfdutch
Nov. 29th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm really intrigued with Alex. Even though we've seen a little more of her in the meantime, I find her more so much more interesting than the rest of the Others so far. I hope to see more of her too. Thanks for reading and for the lovely fb!
slybrunette
Aug. 10th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC)
Wow, this was just plain brillant! I love the way you used first person POV for Alex, it works so well here. I read a lot of Lost femmeslash, as I happen to be the mod for it, but I think this is probably the best piece I've ever read. Great fic!
halfdutch
Aug. 16th, 2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you so much! I'm incredibly flattered! :) And I'm very glad you liked this. I was always so curious about Alex and I'm glad we got to know her better in S3, even if it went nothing like this. Thanks again!
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