Title(s): Blindsided, Mouvement Introductif, Who Will Fight?
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Lost
Character/Ships: Dan's POV (Dan/Charlotte), Robert/Danielle Rousseau, Miles POV (slight Sawyer/Juliet)
Summary: The island's own flotsam and jetsam.
Spoilers: Up through 5x05
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or its associated 'verse, nor am I affiliated with it in any way. If I did run things, there'd be a lot less O6 and infinitely more Team Island.
I don't know if I'll post these on the bigger fic sites, I'm not thrilled with the way they turned out. Especially the Robert/Danielle one. Comments appreciated. It's not been BETA'd so if anyone wants a go (though I think the Dan/Char one is the only salvageable bit).
Notes: The song mentioned in the first fic is Bon Iver's "Skinny Love." Listen to it, it's gorgeous. The French in the second fic roughly translates to Love at first sight, it exists, though "foudres" literally means "lightening." The line is lifted from the movie Amélie.
Blindsided - Dan/Charlotte
Sometimes he still dreams of her. He thinks them memories—early morning laughter, lying between linen sheets and sunlight dancing on her face; the time they went to a fancy dinner party, some function thrown by the university, and had agreed that they should have a signal for escape (she tugged desperately on her ear lobe only forty-five minutes in and Daniel discreetly got their coats before they disappeared into the night); the evening they’d spent drinking scotch and playing favorite songs (he’d even danced and she’d only laughed a little). But then a cruel voice within Daniel reminds him he’s only made these things up. Dead men can’t dance and he’s as good as.
Their life could have been so simple (far away from islands and nosebleeds and gun-toting blondes). “Do you know what my mother would say if I married an American?” He thinks now that he’d like to know just what she would say, because terrifying in-laws are a walk in the park compared to the coming darkness.
He thinks of red hair and her babbling about the archaeology of Tunisia, he thinks he’d even sing her a song. But the only one that comes to mind just serves to remind him she’s not there at all, “Come on skinny love just last the year, pour a little salt we were never here, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my.”
He’ll be gone soon, too, but he can’t help but ask, what if she’d lasted a little longer?
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Mouvement Introductif - Robert/Danielle
They’d been beautiful once. Young and idealistic and all that you expect people in love to be. But then came the island and the shipwreck and the fear. It made corpses of them all.
Before, they used to banter and sigh and stand forehead to forehead. The silence now is so complete, there’s nothing left to say to each other.
But he once gave her a music box and they lay together and thought up names. She loved him and he loved her and sometimes they’d say so. Les coups de foudres, ça existe. That’s how love stories go, right?
The truth is, they died long before the bullets hit.
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Who Will Fight? - Miles (slight Sawyer/Juliet)
When you spend more of your time talking to people who are dead than those who are alive, your perception becomes a bit… skewed. Maybe that was why Miles noticed things others didn’t. You couldn’t trust people to tell it as it is (not so long as they were breathing) but you can trust what you see with your own two eyes.
What he saw now was desperation. They’d all been left behind, disposed of in various stages of disuse. He watched them cling. Daniel and Charlotte, they made sense. But the other two, too stubborn to acknowledge they’d been abandoned, they spurred and spat and threw their words around. They wasted precious time and bickered, putting off the inevitable. There was no one coming.
Maybe one day they’d realize they’d have to save each other.
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Lost
Character/Ships: Dan's POV (Dan/Charlotte), Robert/Danielle Rousseau, Miles POV (slight Sawyer/Juliet)
Summary: The island's own flotsam and jetsam.
Spoilers: Up through 5x05
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or its associated 'verse, nor am I affiliated with it in any way. If I did run things, there'd be a lot less O6 and infinitely more Team Island.
I don't know if I'll post these on the bigger fic sites, I'm not thrilled with the way they turned out. Especially the Robert/Danielle one. Comments appreciated. It's not been BETA'd so if anyone wants a go (though I think the Dan/Char one is the only salvageable bit).
Notes: The song mentioned in the first fic is Bon Iver's "Skinny Love." Listen to it, it's gorgeous. The French in the second fic roughly translates to Love at first sight, it exists, though "foudres" literally means "lightening." The line is lifted from the movie Amélie.
Blindsided - Dan/Charlotte
Sometimes he still dreams of her. He thinks them memories—early morning laughter, lying between linen sheets and sunlight dancing on her face; the time they went to a fancy dinner party, some function thrown by the university, and had agreed that they should have a signal for escape (she tugged desperately on her ear lobe only forty-five minutes in and Daniel discreetly got their coats before they disappeared into the night); the evening they’d spent drinking scotch and playing favorite songs (he’d even danced and she’d only laughed a little). But then a cruel voice within Daniel reminds him he’s only made these things up. Dead men can’t dance and he’s as good as.
Their life could have been so simple (far away from islands and nosebleeds and gun-toting blondes). “Do you know what my mother would say if I married an American?” He thinks now that he’d like to know just what she would say, because terrifying in-laws are a walk in the park compared to the coming darkness.
He thinks of red hair and her babbling about the archaeology of Tunisia, he thinks he’d even sing her a song. But the only one that comes to mind just serves to remind him she’s not there at all, “Come on skinny love just last the year, pour a little salt we were never here, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my.”
He’ll be gone soon, too, but he can’t help but ask, what if she’d lasted a little longer?
Mouvement Introductif - Robert/Danielle
They’d been beautiful once. Young and idealistic and all that you expect people in love to be. But then came the island and the shipwreck and the fear. It made corpses of them all.
Before, they used to banter and sigh and stand forehead to forehead. The silence now is so complete, there’s nothing left to say to each other.
But he once gave her a music box and they lay together and thought up names. She loved him and he loved her and sometimes they’d say so. Les coups de foudres, ça existe. That’s how love stories go, right?
The truth is, they died long before the bullets hit.
Who Will Fight? - Miles (slight Sawyer/Juliet)
When you spend more of your time talking to people who are dead than those who are alive, your perception becomes a bit… skewed. Maybe that was why Miles noticed things others didn’t. You couldn’t trust people to tell it as it is (not so long as they were breathing) but you can trust what you see with your own two eyes.
What he saw now was desperation. They’d all been left behind, disposed of in various stages of disuse. He watched them cling. Daniel and Charlotte, they made sense. But the other two, too stubborn to acknowledge they’d been abandoned, they spurred and spat and threw their words around. They wasted precious time and bickered, putting off the inevitable. There was no one coming.
Maybe one day they’d realize they’d have to save each other.
Current Music: bon iver - skinny love
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