Zelda (zelda_zee) wrote in lostsquee,

Only Fools are Enslaved by Time and Space for irishunicorn03

Title: Only Fools are Enslaved by Time and Space
Author: ozmissage
Recipient: irishunicorn03
Pairing or Characters: Jack/Kate; Sawyer, Jacob, and Esau
Rating: R
Warnings: Character deaths
Prompt: Jack and Kate are the Adam and Eve skeletons.
Summary: They saw the end before the beginning. They just didn’t realize it until it was too late.
Author Notes: This was inspired by a theory found over at Lostpedia.

Two skeletons lie side by side in a cave.

One of them holds a pouch containing two stones---one black, one white. This is not meant to be symbolic.

They don’t have names anymore and if (when) they are found they will be regarded as objects of curiosity, remnants of some other time.

But they existed once. They lived and they breathed; they fought a war here on this island and they lost.

Then they died.

This is how our story ends.


“Are you satisfied now?”

Jacob merely smiles at his companion and casts a glance at the bodies curled against one another in the cave.

“Not just yet.”


Jack is never sure why he kept the stones. He slipped them into his pocket right before Locke came around the corner without even thinking about what he was doing.

He was curious about this “Adam and Eve”. There was something ritualistic about the way the bodies were laid to rest; they were together but still held apart, lying across from each other in the cave.

He assumed the stones themselves must have meant something. One black, one white, smooth as marble---maybe they were markers.

Sometimes he would take them out of his pocket and hold them in his hand, letting his thumb trace the cold surface. They became his thinking stones while he was on the island and holding them was almost soothing at times.

Some time after that day, Kate caught him looking at the stones and took the white one from him and held it gingerly in her palm.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” she had said, the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes. He couldn’t tell if she remembered where the stone came from. If she did, she didn’t let on.

He shook his head. He had honestly never thought of the stones as being pretty before, there was too much death clinging to them for that. But she was right; there was something beautiful about them. He never had been any good at seeing the obvious.

“Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

Kate laughed and tilted the white stone back in his hand.


“We ain’t drawing straws, Freckles.”

They had been at this for an hour. It was perfunctory really. Jack knew how it was going to end, straws or no straws. Still he let them fight amongst themselves; allowed them the illusion of a choice.

Kate crosses her arms, that familiar look of defiance clouding her face. Jack smirks to himself; Sawyer should have known Kate wouldn’t accept this without a fight. She never did like people telling her what to do. He’s always admired that about her, at least when it wasn’t directed at him.

“This isn’t a game Sawyer. Whoever does this is going to die. This isn’t about being the hero; it’s not as simple as jumping out of a helicopter this time. It’s your life.”

Sawyer ducks his head.

“Don’t have much of a life left,” he says softly.

Jack watches Kate closely, she looks stricken, but he can see she isn’t going to give up on this, on him. In another time this fact would have broken his heart. But he understands now. They were all tired of watching each other die.

“Shut up, James,” she says.

Jack sits quietly in the corner listening to them argue; the rhythm of their voices somehow both familiar and foreign. He was beginning to get tired of watching them do this dance.

He felt the stones in his pocket, cool and hard against his hip. They would need one more to make it fair.


The first night he ever spent with Kate there was a thunderstorm. They were both quiet, keenly aware of Aaron asleep down the hall. His hands shook when he touched her, hers were steady.

The storm reminded him of the island and every time Kate moved against him he could swear he smelled the ocean on her skin. Lightening flashed and he could see her; dark hair a tangled mess, her face guarded as always.

“I’m glad I came,” he had whispered. His voice had been hoarse, raw.

She had leaned her forehead against his, pressed the ghost of a kiss to his lips. He hadn’t known what she was thinking, hadn’t really wanted to know. All that mattered was that he was finally there with her. Their eyes had met in the darkness and she had smiled.

“Me too,” she replied.


They put the stones in a pouch. One black, two white.

Jack shakes the bag to mix them up and holds it open to Kate first.

“This is bullshit,” Sawyer mutters.

Jack ignores him and keeps his eyes on Kate. She takes a deep breath and slips her hand into the bag. She takes a long time choosing; Jack could see the muscles in her arm flexing as she picked first one stone, then the other. She wants it to be her.

After a moment she pulls her hand out of the pouch. She opens it to reveal a white stone sitting in the middle of her palm. She swears. Sawyer nods his approval and turns to Jack.

“Guess it’s just you and me then, Doc.”


Esau feels rage growing in his chest. He has spent lifetimes playing this game, over and over to the same result and he’s sick of it.

“Can’t this be the end of it, Jacob? What more could you possibly want?”

Jacob turns his back to the bodies in the cave and faces his comrade instead. He thinks his old friend has a habit of asking exceedingly stupid questions.

“To win,” he replies.


The day Jack had purchased Kate’s engagement ring had been a bit of a disaster.

He didn’t know what kind of ring she would like. He could tell the jeweler was losing patience with him; the counter was littered with little black boxes but none of them felt right, he couldn’t imagine any of them on her finger.

Maybe that should have told him something.

He picked up the least objectionable one. It was pretty, not as intricate as the ring he had purchased for Sarah so many years ago. It was simple but beautiful---just like Kate.

“This is the one.”

The jeweler had looked at Jack skeptically. He had no doubt hoped that his difficult customer would pick something a little pricier after all of his trouble.

“Are you sure?”

Jack slipped the ring onto the tip of his thumb and examined the diamond. He wasn’t sure at all.

“Absolutely,” he said.


“You’re not doing this, Jack!”

Kate jogs to keep up with his stride. He’s moving towards the Orchid as fast as he can; this mess is all going to end today and he’s quite looking forward to seeing it happen.

“I have to,” he says without looking back.

Kate shakes her head and grabs his arm, forcing him to stop. She looks terrified.

“No. I’m not going to let you die like this,” she says firmly.

Jack brings a hand up to her cheek and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. She’s crying. God, he hates to see her cry.

“And I’m not going to let you die at all,” he replies.


He kept the stones in his nightstand for three years. He didn’t take them out as much as he did when he was on the island. He was too busy trying to live the lie, too busy trying to believe it.

After he left Kate and Aaron, he returned them to his pocket. They had felt heavier than they used to be somehow.


“Help me move the woman,” Jacob says.

Esau shakes his head; he had had more than enough of this nonsense for one day.

“Do it yourself, Jacob.”

Jacob disentangles the woman’s lifeless limbs from the man’s and lifts her up in his arms. Her body is still warm against his chest. He makes a space for her across from her lover and lays her body down gently. He runs a hand over her eyelids and smoothes her dark hair away from her face. She looks peaceful; as innocent as a sleeping child.

“It’s alright, we’ll be starting over soon,” he whispers.


“What are you doing, Sawyer?” Jack asks.

Sawyer winks; careful to hold his gun steady as he pushes his way into the lift at the Orchid. Jack knew Sawyer would pull something like this; he was counting on it in fact.

“I’m saving your ass, Doc.”

Kate’s eyes flicker from one man to the other. Jack knows she’s thinking about taking the gun. Sawyer sees it too and laughs.

“Uh-uh, Freckles. You two best get going before the rescue boat leaves without you. This island ain’t going to be here for much longer.”

“Sawyer, please…” Kate pleads.

Sawyer ignores her and turns to Jack.

“Take care of her, Jack. Promise me, you’ll get her off this damn rock.”

Jack nods and hopes he’s not making another promise he won’t be able to keep. Satisfied, Sawyer slams the door shut.

“Good luck,” Jack calls to him.

“Don’t need luck, Doc,” Sawyer shouts before disappearing below.

Kate runs towards the door. “We have to stop him.”

Jack gently pulls her away. He can feel the black stone in his pocket; he owes her the truth.

“He’s not going to die, Kate. He’s going to end up in Tunisia, probably mad as hell, but he’ll be fine.”

Kate shakes her head in disbelief.

“You were never going down there,” she says slowly.

Jack turns and begins walking away from the Orchid.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”


He had found the answer scrawled in Daniel’s journal. It wasn’t the bomb that would save them, it was him. It was always supposed to be him.

He had to get to the statue. And it needed to be 1958. Sawyer would move the island. Jack would save the world.

Kate would go home.

Of course, nothing is ever that simple.


She won’t get on the boat no matter how much he begs her to.

“I’m with you Jack, remember?”

So she stays.

Then the world goes white.


“You going to choose Shephard again?”

Jacob clamps a hand on Esau’s shoulder and Esau shudders under the other man’s touch. They were walking away from the caves, making their way back to the beach. Back to the beginning, Esau thinks to himself.

“Of course, maybe he’ll get it right this time.”

Esau sighs. “And if he doesn’t?”

Jacob turns to Esau, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’ve got nothing but time.”


The island won’t stop moving, flickering from one time to the next. It’s night and then it’s day and then it’s night again. One moment they see Charlie in the woods, the next they find themselves staring down the barrel of an angry Other’s gun.

No matter how hard he tries, Jack can’t make it to the statue, but that doesn’t matter so much anymore.

Kate’s nose has begun to bleed.


He’s on the beach, Kate’s hands shaking as she stitches him up---

He’s on a bridge, the taste of alcohol heavy on his tongue---

She’s kissing him, hard and desperate. It’s the first time; he can taste the salt from her tears---

They’re together in the shower, she’s writing their names in the steam fogging up the glass door---

“Jack? Jack are you with me?”

He blinks, swallows hard, the phantom feeling of water is still clinging to his skin.

“I’m with you,” he mutters, wiping the blood from his nose.

It doesn’t matter.

She’s already gone again.


He carries her to the cave; her body feels too light in his arms.

They lay side by side on the cold stone, there’s blood caked on her lips. He rubs at it hopelessly. She blinks, her eyes focus and she’s with him again---for the moment at least.

“I’m sorry,” Jack says, his voice cracking.

“Shhh…” she mutters. “It’s okay.”

“It wasn’t all misery,” he whispers suddenly.


She blinks, tries to keep her focus on him. He can see that she’s already slipping away from him again.

“Us. What we had… it wasn’t miserable at all.”

Kate reaches out and takes his hand. He carefully threads his fingers together with hers.

“I know,” she says.

Jack watches as her eyes go blank. His chest tightens and he pulls her closer to him, willing her to come back.

He remembers the stones suddenly. His is still in the pouch in his pocket. He slips his hand into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out the white one she drew from the bag.

His and hers, he thinks to himself.

And then he understands.

“Please…please…let me change it. Please…” he begs with his last breath.

Jacob stands at the entrance of the cave and waits for Jack Shephard to die.


Two skeletons lie side by side in a cave.

One of them holds a pouch containing two stones---one black, one white. This is not meant to be symbolic.

A man and woman find them one day quite by accident. They are running from a swarm of bees when they stumble into the cave. The woman sees the bodies first.

“What do you think happened to them?” Kate asks.

Jack shakes his head and leans in to examine the skeleton closest to him; he spots the pouch lying next to the man and reaches for it without thinking.

This is how our story begins.
Tags: lost hohoho 2009: fic

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