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Title: Choices
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate Austen/Sun Kwon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 476
Prompt: #24 - Choices
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost.
Timeline: Takes place directly after "Collision".

 

Sun never thought about what the return of the raft would mean. She thought they were all dead; that they weren’t coming back. But then there was Michael, sweaty and out of breath. He was saying something about supplies and how he needed to find Jack. She took him down to the hatch, but after that was a blur.

Likewise, Kate never thought about it either. One second she was playing golf with Jack and the next she was giving Sawyer pills. Both were too caught up in the here and now that neither had time to even think about each other and what it would mean for them. It was only until after the chaos surrounding their return had died down, and people began to settle beside the cooking fires, that Kate and Sun finally had a chance to talk.

“Hey.” Kate approached, strolling up beside Sun as she gazed into the ocean. Sun had her arms wrapped around herself, her forefinger stroking her upper arm absentmindedly.

Sun glanced up, jerking out of her shattered reverie.

“Hello”

Sun smiled awkwardly, turning her body to face Kate. However, it seemed she wasn’t willing to confront the problem at hand with the same directness.

“You should get some boar before it’s gone. Seems the excitement got everyone hungry,” Kate advises, her eyes narrowing in concern.

Sun looked toward the sunset again and replied quietly, “I’m not very hungry.”

“Well I suppose that since you’re married to the resident fisherman, you can really eat whenever you want to.” Kate attempts at a joke, but her voice ends up coming out squeaky and cracked.

Sun doesn’t laugh or wince, just continues to stare out at the clouds that are curdled like milk and the way the pinks and oranges splay across them and make them glow from behind.

“The sunset. It’s beautiful, isn’t it” she remarks, sounding detached.

“Always is.” Kate pauses before venturing into the conversation neither seems willing to have.

“So are we going to talk about this?”

Sun twists around toward her again, her eyes hurt and showing the torn conflict within.

“Talk about what?” she asks in faux naivete. Sun swallows the lump in her throat and blinks.

“You know what.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” Sun shakes her head. She tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Look, Sun. Jin’s back and whether you like it or not, you’ve got a choice to make.”

Kate spins back around and walks toward the direction of the camp that can be seen in the form of torch fires flickering through the trees.

Sun sighs and plops down into the sand, the condensed crunch sound coming from below her. She pulls in her knees, resting her arms there and using them as a place to put her chin.

So, she had to choose.