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She's been here since September. Been through people getting powers, people coming, people going, the island itself changing, finding out that she's maybe fictional or some kind of crap, but it's really not until today Kate's realized just how much this place fucks with her. Over breakfast, she finds out one of the people she really likes and respects lost her husband and now she's like five months pregnant and raising the kid of someone else who left her. By herself. The kid - who she fucking loves, okay? and, whatever, just she does - lost his mom, his uncle, and now his step-dad in a place that's way too safe for death to be something you just get like she and Thad did.
And when she comes home to detox for an hour before going to make up with her boyfriend, because she's been a complete fucking jackass for a week and he could just disappear any second without her ever getting to fix it, there's this sweet set up on her porch. A laptop with a huge screen and killer resolution, long life batteries, cords, speakers, HDMI for TV hookup, seriously everything a chick could want. There's a gold bow on top and a card that says "For Kate Freelander," and when she powers it up, it's got a sick media library. Movies, tv, music, games. She's not even sure whether to laugh or cry. Which she doesn't do. Cry. Not much. Not often. Not because it's weak or whatever. It's just not her thing.
She shakes her head and packs it all up in one of her woven hemp bags. Cleans herself up. Then spends about ten minutes deciding what face she's wearing when she goes to see Declan. Leather, lace, trench coat? She lines her eyes with some kohl and smudges some berry colored stain on her mouth but she's still not sure. Maybe jewelry will settle it. With a flick of her hand, she opens the box (not her box, and fuck if she doesn't miss that) and --
The light catches on a flash of bright silver and deep, rich blue. It's beautiful.
Kate doesn't cry, but when she lifts out the bracelet and slides it around her wrist, the kohl on her eyes smears and her lashes are wet. No one's ever given her anything like this before. She's an idiot.
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Half an hour later, she's on Declan's doorstep with their new system, wearing refreshed makeup, the bracelet he gave her, and a straight-up Kate face. Black leather, black lace, blue top and jeans. She knocks because it's been a week and he won't be expecting her.
"Declan?"
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Title lyrics from Pat Benatar's We Belong.
And when she comes home to detox for an hour before going to make up with her boyfriend, because she's been a complete fucking jackass for a week and he could just disappear any second without her ever getting to fix it, there's this sweet set up on her porch. A laptop with a huge screen and killer resolution, long life batteries, cords, speakers, HDMI for TV hookup, seriously everything a chick could want. There's a gold bow on top and a card that says "For Kate Freelander," and when she powers it up, it's got a sick media library. Movies, tv, music, games. She's not even sure whether to laugh or cry. Which she doesn't do. Cry. Not much. Not often. Not because it's weak or whatever. It's just not her thing.
She shakes her head and packs it all up in one of her woven hemp bags. Cleans herself up. Then spends about ten minutes deciding what face she's wearing when she goes to see Declan. Leather, lace, trench coat? She lines her eyes with some kohl and smudges some berry colored stain on her mouth but she's still not sure. Maybe jewelry will settle it. With a flick of her hand, she opens the box (not her box, and fuck if she doesn't miss that) and --
The light catches on a flash of bright silver and deep, rich blue. It's beautiful.
Kate doesn't cry, but when she lifts out the bracelet and slides it around her wrist, the kohl on her eyes smears and her lashes are wet. No one's ever given her anything like this before. She's an idiot.
Half an hour later, she's on Declan's doorstep with their new system, wearing refreshed makeup, the bracelet he gave her, and a straight-up Kate face. Black leather, black lace, blue top and jeans. She knocks because it's been a week and he won't be expecting her.
"Declan?"
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Title lyrics from Pat Benatar's We Belong.
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Date: 2012-01-30 03:08 am (UTC)When there's a knock at the door and she's on his doorstep, Declan's smile is warm, genuine and more than a bit relieved.
"Katie-love. Was about to go looking for you tomorrow."
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Date: 2012-01-30 03:11 am (UTC)God.
Without a word, she puts down the bag she's carrying and slides her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry. About all of it. I love you." Because she has to get it out. She has to get the words out before he can disappear or she starts crying and doesn't stop. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2012-01-30 11:01 am (UTC)He holds her for a few moments before leaning down and pressing a kiss against her hair. It feels good to have her here again, after a week of not really seeing her at all.
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Date: 2012-01-31 02:21 am (UTC)"But I shouldn't have been such a jackass about sex. It wasn't even really about that. I'd just..it was a really long day of not being able to do fucking anything to help a friend and nothing going right. I think I just needed one thing to go right that I didn't have to fight for."
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Date: 2012-02-01 02:31 am (UTC)"C'mon, then. We're on the way to being fine now, yeah?"
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Date: 2012-02-01 02:37 am (UTC)But as soon as they're safely inside, she smiles up at him and pushes back the sleeve on her jacket to show off the bracelet. "I think we passed fine when you slipped this in my jewelry." She bit her lip and tried not to get all misty-eyed and shit. It's not the gift itself. It's just that no one's ever... "It's really beautiful, babe. You didn't have to. I wasn't going anywhere. Swear."
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Date: 2012-02-01 03:08 am (UTC)"Never seen that before, love. I'm sorry, I didn't get it for you. Don't even know where you'd get something like that on the island, even."
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Date: 2012-02-01 03:26 am (UTC)"I guess it could be a present, like one of the ones everyone's been getting. But I haven't heard of anyone getting two." She tips her head toward the bag. "I got what's in there."
A thought occurs to her, that someone might be fucking with her. Trixa or one of the others she stole shit from, but she buries it for now. It's not Declan's problem and she'll deal with it later.
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Date: 2012-02-01 03:59 am (UTC)He wraps his arm around her waist and catches her chin in his hand. "May I kiss you, love?"
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:04 am (UTC)But since he didn't get it for her, she kind of doesn't want to be wearing it. It's not hers and it feels weird. "Let me just take it off before we kiss and make up. I don't... it's weird. If it's not from you, I don't think I want it." And she definitely doesn't want him kissing her while she's wearing it.
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:08 am (UTC)"For what it's worth, I wish I had gotten it for you. You deserve it."
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:16 am (UTC)No, her fingers aren't shaking. Whatever. She holds her wrist out to him. "Can you? It's hard to do one-handed."
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:19 am (UTC)"Love you, Katie."
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:25 am (UTC)It's not like her to get so rattled but with Jack disappearing and William and everything, it's been a long week. This fucking island has her turned so far inside out, she doesn't even know what's like her anymore.
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Date: 2012-02-01 08:10 pm (UTC)"We don't have to...we can just kiss, if that's better. If this has shaken you up, I don't want to force things, you know?"
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Date: 2012-02-01 08:55 pm (UTC)Just... a lot of things. "A friend's husband disappeared today. She's pregnant and they were raising that kid. The one I told you about. William? The one whose mom and sort-of-dad disappeared? Me and Savannah watched him while she kind of pulled herself together. But I couldn't stop thinking it could've been you. Or Will or Magnus." Even Tesla, she'd miss at this point. But not that much. "Or Bells or Coraline or Cissie or Phoebe or Buffy and..." Kate huffs out a sigh and tips her chin to look up at him. "And for a chick who spent her life with one foot out the door, I've got way too fucking many ties, babe. Way too many people I don't want to lose and no control over it. I guess, the bracelet kind of just drives that home. That's all."
For a chick who doesn't talk, when she decides to, fuck, does she ever do a bang up job of spilling all her insecurities at once. Nice one, Kate. Sigh.
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Date: 2012-02-01 09:37 pm (UTC)"But it's not something I understand all that well, the disappearance thing. It hasn't happened to anyone I'm close to yet."
Problem being, of course, that Declan hasn't gotten close to anyone since showing up on the island. He's got most of his team and his girl so he hasn't really...branched out. He'd miss Auggie, probably, or Phoebe, but nobody else outside of team.
"It's something I saw James struggle with, though. So I...I'm rambling, love, come kiss me? I want to kiss you again."
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Date: 2012-02-01 11:02 pm (UTC)Doesn't matter anyway. Nothing he can do about it by understanding it, she guesses. It's not going to change anything and words don't help.
"Yeah," she says quietly instead and presses up to her toes to kiss him, just a light brush of their mouths together. "I missed you, Declan. It sucked. If you left now..." Her voice catches and she has to squeeze her eyes shut to stop the emotion from streaking down her face. "Just don't. Don't leave. Okay?"
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:01 am (UTC)"Need you, Katie."
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Date: 2012-02-02 06:30 am (UTC)"Bed, babe? I want..." Everything. She wants to be under him, wants to be his. Wants him to make her forget this place, this week, Jack disappearing, William losing another parent, everything. But she doesn't want a fight about whether he can be what she needs because he is when he stops thinking about what he should or shouldn't do and just does what their bodies want. Kate squeezes her eyes shut and runs her hands down his arms. "Make me forget everything but you."
He should know...he should remember what that means.
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Date: 2012-02-02 08:05 pm (UTC)"Come on, then?"
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Date: 2012-02-02 09:20 pm (UTC)"I forget," she murmurs when she winds her arms around his neck, then draws her legs up his to wrap around his hips. When she said nothing but him, she meant nothing. Not even the floor. Kate quirks a grin against his mouth for that thought and then brushes her mouth against his. "When we're apart, I forget how good this feels."
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Date: 2012-02-02 10:30 pm (UTC)He walks them into the bedroom, slow and steady, and lays her down.
"This better, then?"
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Date: 2012-02-03 12:35 am (UTC)It's not necessary and she knows it, but a little baby I want you's never a bad thing. Especially when it's so fucking true it hurts.
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Date: 2012-02-03 01:05 am (UTC)"Love you, Katie."