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aim_toothpaste wanted Lost, with Kate and Sawyer at Christmas.
For Christmas, Jin gives Sun a nicely polished seashell. Charlie carves something that looks like a truck out of a bit of driftwood with one of Locke's knives, and gives it to Aaron. Locke manages to catch another boar, roasts it over the fire, and calls it Christmas dinner.
Kate gives nothing, and gets nothing in return. She does a shift in the hatch with Jack in the morning, listening to a record of Christmas songs they found, and eats with the others at lunchtime. It doesn't feel like Christmas without all the tacky decorations and with the summer heat.
Not that she really cares.
After they've eaten, she goes down and sits on the beach and just watches the waves rolling in. Solitude has become a rarity, simply because everyone's scared enough that being together feels safer than being alone. Kate's not sure about that, but it's been a while since she ventured into the jungle by herself.
Sometime, sooner or later, a shadow comes towards her, followed by a person. At first she thinks it might be Jack, but it isn't. "Go away, Sawyer," she says, with all the energy she can muster. It isn't a lot, and he keeps coming, and sits down beside her.
"Nice to see you too, Freckles."
"Huh. Yeah."
"Know something?" Sawyer says, after a moment, staring straight ahead at the ocean. "Far as Christmases go, this one's a damn sight better than most."
"True," Kate says, and means it. It might even make her Top Five Best Christmases, though being the best of a bad bunch isn't much to be excited about.
She ignores Sawyer, and keeps watching the waves.
carlanime asked for "Swallows and Amazons", and Nancy when she isn't being a pirate.
"Bother the GA. So much of the holidays wasted, and now we're going back to school," Nancy said, as the train rounded a bend and the lake, sparkling in the sunshine, passed out of sight. "Let's think of something really good for the winter holidays, especially if the Swallows come."
"No sailing, anyway," said Peggy.
"It'll have to be exploring. The Swallows will like that. Furthest North, maybe. We haven't been to the head of the lake for years and they never have."
"Eskimos," said Peggy. "And seals."
"Something to think about all term, anyway. And back to piracy for the summer. Or more exploring. We haven't properly explored most of the fells. Now there's six of us we can go further, especially since Mother trusts John and Susan."
They had to change trains at Strickland Junction. As the train slowed, Nancy jammed her hated school hat on her head and wished for her red cap. Mother had had to get her a new hat, because the last one had been irreperably dented in an accident with Nancy's hockey stick, and it was stiff and uncomfortable and poked her in the head. She was going to have a headache.
There were about a dozen girls already at the station, all dressed identically in the awful uniform, and Miss Ellison, the Latin mistress. "I wish we hadn't got to go away to school," Nancy said, thinking of the sun shining on the water of the lake, and Amazon and Swallow lying unused in the boathouses, and Wild Cat Island and Swallowdale with no-one but Peter Duck to live in them. Really, she was getting to be almost as sentimental as Titty, but it did feel like such a waste to be going away from it all.
She and Peggy lugged their things off the train as the porter unloaded their trunks, and stacked hockey sticks, lacrosse sticks and night cases near the other girls' things. Cook had given them pemmican sandwiches and hunks of sticky fruitcake for their lunch; a meal that seemed more suitable for pirates on the high seas than school-girls on a train platform, but they ate them anyway. "Last good meal till the next holidays," Nancy said, out of Miss Ellison's hearing.
Finally their train to school arrived. Miss Ellison bustled about, making sure the trunks got loaded into the van and that all the girls got into the carriage reserved for them. She stood at the door of the carriage marking them off on her list, and Nancy and Peggy brought up the rear. "Ruth Blackett... Margaret Blackett."
Miss Ellison climbed into the carriage and slammed the door behind her. Somewhere down the line, the porter blew his whistle, and the train moved slowly out of the station.
aim_toothpaste wanted Lost, with Kate and Sawyer at Christmas.For Christmas, Jin gives Sun a nicely polished seashell. Charlie carves something that looks like a truck out of a bit of driftwood with one of Locke's knives, and gives it to Aaron. Locke manages to catch another boar, roasts it over the fire, and calls it Christmas dinner.
Kate gives nothing, and gets nothing in return. She does a shift in the hatch with Jack in the morning, listening to a record of Christmas songs they found, and eats with the others at lunchtime. It doesn't feel like Christmas without all the tacky decorations and with the summer heat.
Not that she really cares.
After they've eaten, she goes down and sits on the beach and just watches the waves rolling in. Solitude has become a rarity, simply because everyone's scared enough that being together feels safer than being alone. Kate's not sure about that, but it's been a while since she ventured into the jungle by herself.
Sometime, sooner or later, a shadow comes towards her, followed by a person. At first she thinks it might be Jack, but it isn't. "Go away, Sawyer," she says, with all the energy she can muster. It isn't a lot, and he keeps coming, and sits down beside her.
"Nice to see you too, Freckles."
"Huh. Yeah."
"Know something?" Sawyer says, after a moment, staring straight ahead at the ocean. "Far as Christmases go, this one's a damn sight better than most."
"True," Kate says, and means it. It might even make her Top Five Best Christmases, though being the best of a bad bunch isn't much to be excited about.
She ignores Sawyer, and keeps watching the waves.
carlanime asked for "Swallows and Amazons", and Nancy when she isn't being a pirate."Bother the GA. So much of the holidays wasted, and now we're going back to school," Nancy said, as the train rounded a bend and the lake, sparkling in the sunshine, passed out of sight. "Let's think of something really good for the winter holidays, especially if the Swallows come."
"No sailing, anyway," said Peggy.
"It'll have to be exploring. The Swallows will like that. Furthest North, maybe. We haven't been to the head of the lake for years and they never have."
"Eskimos," said Peggy. "And seals."
"Something to think about all term, anyway. And back to piracy for the summer. Or more exploring. We haven't properly explored most of the fells. Now there's six of us we can go further, especially since Mother trusts John and Susan."
They had to change trains at Strickland Junction. As the train slowed, Nancy jammed her hated school hat on her head and wished for her red cap. Mother had had to get her a new hat, because the last one had been irreperably dented in an accident with Nancy's hockey stick, and it was stiff and uncomfortable and poked her in the head. She was going to have a headache.
There were about a dozen girls already at the station, all dressed identically in the awful uniform, and Miss Ellison, the Latin mistress. "I wish we hadn't got to go away to school," Nancy said, thinking of the sun shining on the water of the lake, and Amazon and Swallow lying unused in the boathouses, and Wild Cat Island and Swallowdale with no-one but Peter Duck to live in them. Really, she was getting to be almost as sentimental as Titty, but it did feel like such a waste to be going away from it all.
She and Peggy lugged their things off the train as the porter unloaded their trunks, and stacked hockey sticks, lacrosse sticks and night cases near the other girls' things. Cook had given them pemmican sandwiches and hunks of sticky fruitcake for their lunch; a meal that seemed more suitable for pirates on the high seas than school-girls on a train platform, but they ate them anyway. "Last good meal till the next holidays," Nancy said, out of Miss Ellison's hearing.
Finally their train to school arrived. Miss Ellison bustled about, making sure the trunks got loaded into the van and that all the girls got into the carriage reserved for them. She stood at the door of the carriage marking them off on her list, and Nancy and Peggy brought up the rear. "Ruth Blackett... Margaret Blackett."
Miss Ellison climbed into the carriage and slammed the door behind her. Somewhere down the line, the porter blew his whistle, and the train moved slowly out of the station.
