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Entry tags:	*fic, character: juliet burke, character: kate austen, fandom: lost, femmeslash, genre: general, genre: romance, rating: g, ship: kate/juliet

It's Jealousy
Title: It's Jealousy
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate/Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 275
Prompt: jealousy
Summary: You notice the way, the different way, she looks at you when she thinks you’re not looking back; and how angry she seems to become when you manage to catch her in the act.
Author's Notes For the fic battle at lost_femmeslash. This is my first time writing Kate/Juliet, and also the first time in a long time that I've used second-person. But still, I think it's rather successful. :) Originally posted here.

It’s Jealousy

At first, you think Kate’s staring at Jack, unabashed and wistful. And she’s glaring at you, of course, because now you’re always there with him; you’re a constant, you’re an enemy—you’ve moved past being the competition, even though you think she should embrace what she already has.

But you’re observant—you always have been and have always needed to be—so you start to notice things, (especially since you’re still particularly attuned to change and progression). You notice the way, the different way, she looks at you when she thinks you’re not looking back; and how angry she seems to become when you manage to catch her in the act.

And then you notice, you realize, that she’s not glaring at you but staring. She’s staring, and you think that it should to be misguided, like she’s actually looking at someone over your shoulder. Except that it doesn’t feel like a mistake.

So you do what you do best: you experiment. You cement yourself to Jack’s side, you exist as close to him as you possibly can, and you watch her. You watch, and you try to unravel what, exactly, is going on, because you’re just as tired of partial truths as everyone else.

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t look at you. She looks at Jack, and there’s something in her expression that makes you falter, something startling and recognizable, something you didn’t expect.

It’s jealousy. Yet somehow, you’re sure—even though you can’t explain it—that she’s not jealous of you. And somehow, it doesn’t feel like a mistake.

You glance away, wondering; but the next time you look up, she’s gone.