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So I got the new Lost novelization Secret Identity in the mail. Once again, just like the last one, it has nothing to do with Lost aside from the few times when Boone, or Shannon, or Arzt (yes, him, this takes place in Tabula Rasa, he's not bits and pieces yet) pop up and have some conversation with Dexter, the main character (I somehow could not help but picture him as that guy from the idiotic Cartoon Network show Dexter's Lab). It's almost infuriating. Worse yet the writer must have a difficulty with Jack and Kate who are once more barely featured and dreadfully out of character. At least the flashbacks had a good plot to them, that was the whole reason I kept reading, just out of morbid curiousity. I just don't get it.

And in a not even remotely lighter tone, they got rid of the only decent radio station in the entire area of Northern Virginia. Seriously. I fired off a spew off angry letters and finally got a reply that, for the two days it took for them to send something back, could not have been more impersonal.

I've got to get off this computer and hit something. Anger issues right now. Back later with more for slash_100.

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Title: This Time
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate Austen/Sun Kwon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Prompt: #1-Beginnings
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost.

Of all the parts of a relationship, Kate loves the beginning the most. Things are new and fresh, the connection hadn’t had time to atrophy yet. You were just starting to feel each other out, testing boundaries and establishing a foundation for what was to come. It was beyond this point that things always screwed themselves up for Kate. Nothing seemed to come out right, she always said the wrong thing and the relationship got… messy. But maybe it wouldn’t turn out that way this time.

In all her relationships, she had seen her boyfriend as a person from her past. Jack is like her father; protective, riddled to the core with good intentions and he always, someway or another, makes her feel inferior and unworthy. Sawyer is like Wayne; the same blunt, almost greasy humor and a voice she could practically swim in. And the look he gives her when he says something particularly crude, the same one Wayne threw her way when he was too drunk to stand and sometimes when he wasn’t. It made her sick. But Sun, she was a blank slate.

She could start over with her. Yes, Kate promises herself as Sun winks at her and starts toward her across the beach. Yes, this time it will be different.