( honestly, she'd thought about dropping it in the lake, asking Faith to burn it. something, anything to get rid of it. forget. that's always her first instinct. bury it, as deep as possible. pretend it never happened.
the urge to remember, to share her happiness, as brief as it might have been in the grand scheme of things, only came when she got here, spreading from the centre of her chest, warm and familiar.
(you can lose anyone, at any moment. maybe she's never approached that fact in the right way.)
so she doesn't bother asking. leaves the notebook untouched. a little reminder of the fact that he was here - even if the gods make them forget everything, maybe that will still exist. a tangible little thing that means her memories are more than ultra-vivid dreams, like those they had months ago. )
Don't think I got used enough to LA to have it feel familiar.
( although, maybe she has something of an idea for what that must feel like, after leaving the UK. but she's only been in LA a month. )
[As if it's that easy. Faith knows it's not, but it's so simplistic that it might at least help Kate along in the immediate aftermath of Sam's disappearance.]
Or, you make LA an adventure all over again.
[And you never, ever forget what got you to where you are.]
Better weather in LA. ( it's a half-hearted joke, but one that remains true. Kate's always preferred the sun to the rain and the cold, where she can more easily run.
and she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. can't just let the clinic stand alone a month after its inception, not deliberately. Jon may be able to do her job, but he shouldn't have to. he's not properly trained for it, like she's not properly trained to heal people.
and honestly? Kate couldn't forget how she got here if she tried. she would love to, to forget the mistakes in her past and pretend that she and Faith met in a much nicer way, that Marc's death wasn't her own failing... but she can't. the memories are burned into each of her cells, unable to be forgotten. )
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the urge to remember, to share her happiness, as brief as it might have been in the grand scheme of things, only came when she got here, spreading from the centre of her chest, warm and familiar.
(you can lose anyone, at any moment. maybe she's never approached that fact in the right way.)
so she doesn't bother asking. leaves the notebook untouched. a little reminder of the fact that he was here - even if the gods make them forget everything, maybe that will still exist. a tangible little thing that means her memories are more than ultra-vivid dreams, like those they had months ago. )
Don't think I got used enough to LA to have it feel familiar.
( although, maybe she has something of an idea for what that must feel like, after leaving the UK. but she's only been in LA a month. )
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[As if it's that easy. Faith knows it's not, but it's so simplistic that it might at least help Kate along in the immediate aftermath of Sam's disappearance.]
Or, you make LA an adventure all over again.
[And you never, ever forget what got you to where you are.]
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and she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. can't just let the clinic stand alone a month after its inception, not deliberately. Jon may be able to do her job, but he shouldn't have to. he's not properly trained for it, like she's not properly trained to heal people.
and honestly? Kate couldn't forget how she got here if she tried. she would love to, to forget the mistakes in her past and pretend that she and Faith met in a much nicer way, that Marc's death wasn't her own failing... but she can't. the memories are burned into each of her cells, unable to be forgotten. )
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[Yeah. None of what they've been through is something you just forget.]
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When we get back.