Word Count: 36,383
Summary: It’s coffee and cocktails and friends and foes. It’s death and drinks and waking up in her bed, in his arms. It’s the past and the present and the force when they collide, like fate and entropy and momentum; it’s something they don’t recognize, can’t remember, can’t ignore, and it’s up and down and in and out and for the record? They were screwed from square one. General Series Spoilers for Lost and Heroes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title is credit to Rilo Kiley.
We’ll Never Sleep (God Knows We’ll Try): Master Post