Disclaimer: I make no profit from this. Keamy and all of the other Lost characters do not belong to me. Constance, however, is mine. Lyrics are italicized.
A/N: The site won't keep the spacing I put in so I have set off the lyrics with dashes (---). I'm sorry if this is distracting but I wanted to make it easier to distinguish the lyrics from the story. Thanks!
Lyrics from Linkin Park-With You
Chapter 4-Found
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"I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant
And I can't bring you back"
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Constance had been apprehensive about saying goodbye to Charles at the airport. She was still fearful that she wasn't cut out for this. He hadn't seemed too terribly upset she was leaving. As she stepped out of the limo he had reminded her of her mission. She was to make sure Keamy completed his, at any cost.
She found the further she was from Charles; the more free she felt. By the time she was on the plane to Fiji she felt herself relax the slightest bit. She hadn't realized she had been so tense around him.
During the flight Constance had time to think about what she was going to walk into. In mere hours she was going to be trapped on a freighter with the man who had framed her and left her to die. The thought both excited her and terrified her. She knew she wanted Keamy dead but she also knew if he caught her there was little chance he would let her live. Constance decided it would be best to keep a low profile on the freighter until they got to the island. Then she would get to work.
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"It's true the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
with you
You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes"
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"Sara Jackson?" she heard a woman ask.
Constance turned around and smiled, "Yes, I'm Sara."
"Hi Sara, I'm Naomi. Welcome aboard. You'll be in bunk 8. You can take your things there now and get settled in. We'll be leaving shortly."
"Thank you." Constance said as she picked up her bags. She took a quick glance around to make sure Keamy wasn't on the deck before she stepped on to the freighter. With a smirk that she could have only learned from Charles she left to find her room.
Two weeks she had been on the freighter; two weeks she had been successful in avoiding Keamy. She would be lying if she claimed it was easy. The man seemed to be everywhere. Constance had met many of the people on the freighter. Her favorite had to be the pilot, Lapidus. He was pretty quiet but if you got him talking he would fill you in on all the puzzling things he saw happening on the freighter. Constance almost felt sorry for him because he still believed this was a rescue mission.
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"I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor the rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real
I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
So even though you're close to me
You're still so distant
And I can't bring you back"
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One night, when they were only a few days away from the island, Constance was headed below deck when she heard someone calling her.
"Jackson!" he called. She recognized the voice immediately and turned to see Keamy jogging across the deck to catch up with her. "Hey, Jackson!" he called again.
Constance turned quickly and went down the stairs leading below deck. She crossed into one of the halls and didn't stop. Neither did Keamy.
"Hey, wait!" he said coming towards her quickly.
Constance reached the end of the hallway and stopped. She knew if she tried to run he would only follow her. Her back was facing him as he came up to her.
"I don't know how we have been on this boat for two weeks and haven't met yet." He said good naturedly. "I'm Martin Keamy."
Constance took a deep breath as she turned around, "I know who you are."
She watched the recognition come over his face and forced herself to stand her ground as the recognition turned into fury.
"Constance." He growled as his hand shot out to grip her throat. "How the hell are you alive?"
Panic began to engulf her mind but she forced it away. After all, this is what Charles had been training her for. She brought her leg up sharply and kneed Keamy in the groin. She pushed his arm away as he staggered back and punched him hard in his jaw, sending him to one knee.
"Good to see you too, lover." She spat. "I am alive, no thanks to you."
"I was at the trial. They don't just take away a death sentence." He said looking up at her with an emotion she couldn't recognize in his eyes.
"Come now Keamy, as you know I have a great deal of money. You don't think I could have gotten myself out of that mess you created for me?"
"Scared little Constance?" Keamy laughed. "No, you couldn't have done that on your own."
Constance bent down until she was eye level with him, "You'll find that I've changed Keamy. The timid woman you wooed and took to Uganda is gone. But you're right. I didn't do it by myself. It seems we have a mutual friend who wanted to keep closer tabs on you."
Keamy pulled himself to his feet, once again towering over her, "Widmore."
Constance smiled, "Yes, I don't think he trusts you to get the job done."
"And he trusts you? You are more qualified than me?"
"Apparently I can be very convincing." Constance said her eyes darkening as she remembered the things she'd had to do for Widmore.
Keamy stepped closer until they were mere inches apart. "I should have killed you then. I should kill you now."
Constance looked up at him and for the first time wasn't afraid, "You can try."
Keamy moved even closer, "I think I might like the new Constance."
Constance read the look in his eyes seconds before his lips crashed down onto hers. When she had been with Keamy before he had always been gentle with her; there was nothing gentle about this kiss.
Neither one of them expected Constance to return the kiss. Seeing he wasn't being pushed away Keamy picked her up and Constance wrapped her legs around his waist. He kicked open the nearest door and tossed her onto the bed. With a dark grin he closed the door before turning back to her.
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"It's true the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you"
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The next morning Keamy was woken by the sunlight shining through the window and cold steel against his neck. Constance straddled his waist, only a sheet covering her still naked body; his own blade in her hand ready to cut his throat.
"Morning, lover." She purred. "Now, I think it is time I learned about your mission. Tell me everything you know about Benjamin Linus."
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"No, no matter how far we've come I
I can't wait to see tomorrow"
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