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For my Juliet table.
Title: You're gonna be alright now
Characters: Juliet (hints of Jack/Juliet and Ben/Juliet)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1100
Summary: Set right after the events of Something Nice Back Home. She feels reassured tonight, after checking that his heart is beating strong again and her heart remains untouched, unbreakable.
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philosophy_20's #11, extrinsic.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine, and neither is Downtown.
You're gonna be alright now
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It's over, after she steps out of the tent. Kate will spend the night watching him and it doesn't hurt, it doesn’t even itch, after so long, when the bubble pops and the fantasy fades, one more time. For Juliet, it’s been three long years of disenchantment.
There is one thing Juliet cares for in the world and it isn't Jack, even if it does involve Jack. Some things will never change, no matter what. She never allowed herself to forget that and she feels reassured tonight, after checking that his heart is beating strong again and her heart remains untouched, unbreakable.
She smiles while she crawls under the tent he helped her build, the day she became one of them. She knows him well enough to know exactly how he will feel tomorrow, after the fear, the pain and the elation wear off with the first rays of morning light: guilty, flawed, a complete failure. She read his file four times in a row. He failed to love her and he doesn’t have what it takes to simply not care about it.
Juliet smiles and bites her tongue until she tastes blood.
Juliet is the queen of self-sacrifice, after so long; with her angelic blond locks and her make-believe fragility glittering in her blue eyes, she is the image of the perfect victim, a lovely damsel in distress. She knows him well enough to be sure that, after saving his life and letting him go, there is nothing Jack won't do now to get her out. Yeah, he said together, but she forced herself to not listen to his words, despite the warm feeling of his hands on her skin, at last. Together or apart it never made any difference to her. The only thing that matters is her spot on the helicopter.
Juliet knows how to play her cards. A good poker player never lets anything surface the mask, and Juliet has such a beautiful blank expression.
Jack is easy, when comparing. This doesn’t bother her half as much as all the wine she drank to numb her body to the feeling of his body, during one of his dinner-parties just for two. Ben taught her, and she learned, and she will never forget her lesson anymore.
Like she will never forget her purpose, the only thing that matters to her: her family.
It’s been a long day, one of the longest, and she feels proud of herself and satisfied, if tired out and strangely unquiet. She lies on her back and sighs, annoyed. After three years of living through this, she can recognize the signs, long before the warmth in her stomach reaches up to her throat. Quickly, she starts going through the lyrics, imprinted in her flesh, and tries to play the melody behind her closed eyelids.
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely you can always go… downtown.
She bites her lip, like she always does, and forces out her exhausted, overused smile. The words roll out her tongue effortless but inexplicably the too-familiar tune escapes her ears. She is so, so tired.
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know… downtown.
She clutches her eyes shut and concentrates on the words, held so close to her fainting heart. The traffic in the city, the neon lights are pretty; there are movie shows and you listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa Nova. The music keeps on fading until it disappears, but the images linger with her and, as always, she manages to stop the breakdown right before it comes.
He kissed her and she cooked him a cheeseburger and Ben taught her very well, because in between coy smiles and private jokes, almost intimate, she never lost sight of the only thing that is important: her family, the only thing she ever had. The furious crashing of the waves against the sand can’t dilute the images in her head. The traffic in the city and the neon lights are pretty; a red slide in a crowed park filled with mommies and their children; the helicopter, planted in the clearing of the jungle as if it belonged there. It will fly away forever and it will take her back to them.
You want to get off this island more than anything else in the world, he told her once, the day she became one of them. She never told him why and she feels proud of herself for that too, for achieving her purpose without revealing to him every nook of her soul, for not telling him secrets he wouldn't have really cared to know, after all.
She smiles again and opens her eyes wide to the dense darkness that stuffs the inside of her tent. Then she closes them again, consciously trying to impose sleep upon her restless mind. Insomnia has been her companion since the first night she spent on this island, and she’s come to enjoy the quiet hours that underline and appease her overall loneliness. Now every night is shorter than the previous one: the final day is coming closer.
She struggles to keep her smile on her lips, tries to breathe deeply and evenly, concentrates on one thought.
No matter what now, he will get her out. She always knew that sooner or later, she would find the way to make sure of that and she wouldn't hesitate for a moment in the execution. No matter what now, Jack will get her off the island.
He looked away from him after her noble act of self-sacrifice, once again, the latest of a long list of sad, defeated smiles, and it barely itched this time. Her smile widens when it occurs to her that Ben would be proud. She almost laughs at the disconnected irony. She feels so satisfied herself, determined, capable and strong. She will wave goodbye at Ben from the helicopter and he will be proud and humiliated, and she will finally be free. He taught her so well that she can play his own game and beat him at him now. The rest of it… Jack and his kisses, Sun’s trust, Claire and her baby, the only family she managed to save… that never mattered to Juliet and it never will.
She almost laughs, suppressing a painful sob and turning around on the blankets spread over the sand.
-
.end
Title: You're gonna be alright now
Characters: Juliet (hints of Jack/Juliet and Ben/Juliet)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1100
Summary: Set right after the events of Something Nice Back Home. She feels reassured tonight, after checking that his heart is beating strong again and her heart remains untouched, unbreakable.
Note: for
philosophy_20's #11, extrinsic.Disclaimer: Lost is not mine, and neither is Downtown.
You're gonna be alright now
-
It's over, after she steps out of the tent. Kate will spend the night watching him and it doesn't hurt, it doesn’t even itch, after so long, when the bubble pops and the fantasy fades, one more time. For Juliet, it’s been three long years of disenchantment.
There is one thing Juliet cares for in the world and it isn't Jack, even if it does involve Jack. Some things will never change, no matter what. She never allowed herself to forget that and she feels reassured tonight, after checking that his heart is beating strong again and her heart remains untouched, unbreakable.
She smiles while she crawls under the tent he helped her build, the day she became one of them. She knows him well enough to know exactly how he will feel tomorrow, after the fear, the pain and the elation wear off with the first rays of morning light: guilty, flawed, a complete failure. She read his file four times in a row. He failed to love her and he doesn’t have what it takes to simply not care about it.
Juliet smiles and bites her tongue until she tastes blood.
Juliet is the queen of self-sacrifice, after so long; with her angelic blond locks and her make-believe fragility glittering in her blue eyes, she is the image of the perfect victim, a lovely damsel in distress. She knows him well enough to be sure that, after saving his life and letting him go, there is nothing Jack won't do now to get her out. Yeah, he said together, but she forced herself to not listen to his words, despite the warm feeling of his hands on her skin, at last. Together or apart it never made any difference to her. The only thing that matters is her spot on the helicopter.
Juliet knows how to play her cards. A good poker player never lets anything surface the mask, and Juliet has such a beautiful blank expression.
Jack is easy, when comparing. This doesn’t bother her half as much as all the wine she drank to numb her body to the feeling of his body, during one of his dinner-parties just for two. Ben taught her, and she learned, and she will never forget her lesson anymore.
Like she will never forget her purpose, the only thing that matters to her: her family.
It’s been a long day, one of the longest, and she feels proud of herself and satisfied, if tired out and strangely unquiet. She lies on her back and sighs, annoyed. After three years of living through this, she can recognize the signs, long before the warmth in her stomach reaches up to her throat. Quickly, she starts going through the lyrics, imprinted in her flesh, and tries to play the melody behind her closed eyelids.
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely you can always go… downtown.
She bites her lip, like she always does, and forces out her exhausted, overused smile. The words roll out her tongue effortless but inexplicably the too-familiar tune escapes her ears. She is so, so tired.
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know… downtown.
She clutches her eyes shut and concentrates on the words, held so close to her fainting heart. The traffic in the city, the neon lights are pretty; there are movie shows and you listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa Nova. The music keeps on fading until it disappears, but the images linger with her and, as always, she manages to stop the breakdown right before it comes.
He kissed her and she cooked him a cheeseburger and Ben taught her very well, because in between coy smiles and private jokes, almost intimate, she never lost sight of the only thing that is important: her family, the only thing she ever had. The furious crashing of the waves against the sand can’t dilute the images in her head. The traffic in the city and the neon lights are pretty; a red slide in a crowed park filled with mommies and their children; the helicopter, planted in the clearing of the jungle as if it belonged there. It will fly away forever and it will take her back to them.
You want to get off this island more than anything else in the world, he told her once, the day she became one of them. She never told him why and she feels proud of herself for that too, for achieving her purpose without revealing to him every nook of her soul, for not telling him secrets he wouldn't have really cared to know, after all.
She smiles again and opens her eyes wide to the dense darkness that stuffs the inside of her tent. Then she closes them again, consciously trying to impose sleep upon her restless mind. Insomnia has been her companion since the first night she spent on this island, and she’s come to enjoy the quiet hours that underline and appease her overall loneliness. Now every night is shorter than the previous one: the final day is coming closer.
She struggles to keep her smile on her lips, tries to breathe deeply and evenly, concentrates on one thought.
No matter what now, he will get her out. She always knew that sooner or later, she would find the way to make sure of that and she wouldn't hesitate for a moment in the execution. No matter what now, Jack will get her off the island.
He looked away from him after her noble act of self-sacrifice, once again, the latest of a long list of sad, defeated smiles, and it barely itched this time. Her smile widens when it occurs to her that Ben would be proud. She almost laughs at the disconnected irony. She feels so satisfied herself, determined, capable and strong. She will wave goodbye at Ben from the helicopter and he will be proud and humiliated, and she will finally be free. He taught her so well that she can play his own game and beat him at him now. The rest of it… Jack and his kisses, Sun’s trust, Claire and her baby, the only family she managed to save… that never mattered to Juliet and it never will.
She almost laughs, suppressing a painful sob and turning around on the blankets spread over the sand.
-
.end
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