He’s found a used bookstore two blocks down. She marvels at the fact that she didn’t just know, immediately, that this was where they were headed. She’d passed it a million times in her life between the island and the island. She’d never gone in.
But two days home and he goes straight for it, like a kid at Christmas. He disappears into the aisles as soon as they’re in the door, and Kate wanders on her own. She was never much of a reader; she runs her hands halfheartedly along the spines of the books, but only picks up one or two. He’s gone for at least forty-five minutes, and comes back with seven beaten paperbacks, looking more comfortable than she’s seen him since before she left him in that Dharma bed and then he left her in that doomed helicopter.
“What, Freckles, you can’t read?” He says, in high humor, nodding at her empty hands.
She can’t help but laugh and shake her head. “Apparently not. Why did you even bring me?”
He shrugs. He doesn’t know, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. There’s no nonsense about wanting to share this place with her, but all she’s wanted since she got home is some time to herself to not think at all, and he’s given it to her. She’d like to think there’s a unifying element to what they find here: life goes on. Even if it hasn’t yet, it will. And no matter how different they are, no matter how long it’s been or how much they’ve both lost, he’d rather have her there when it does.
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lost - kate/sawyer - just like new times (2/2)
Date: 2010-11-09 10:10 pm (UTC)But two days home and he goes straight for it, like a kid at Christmas. He disappears into the aisles as soon as they’re in the door, and Kate wanders on her own. She was never much of a reader; she runs her hands halfheartedly along the spines of the books, but only picks up one or two. He’s gone for at least forty-five minutes, and comes back with seven beaten paperbacks, looking more comfortable than she’s seen him since before she left him in that Dharma bed and then he left her in that doomed helicopter.
“What, Freckles, you can’t read?” He says, in high humor, nodding at her empty hands.
She can’t help but laugh and shake her head. “Apparently not. Why did you even bring me?”
He shrugs. He doesn’t know, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. There’s no nonsense about wanting to share this place with her, but all she’s wanted since she got home is some time to herself to not think at all, and he’s given it to her. She’d like to think there’s a unifying element to what they find here: life goes on. Even if it hasn’t yet, it will. And no matter how different they are, no matter how long it’s been or how much they’ve both lost, he’d rather have her there when it does.