Lost drabble #2
Title: Building Faith
Type: Fanfiction, drabble
Fandom: Lost
Genre: General
Characters: Charlie, Mr. Eko
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“You make this look so easy,” Charlie remarked as he sat on the sand, wiping some sweat off his hands.
Eko gave him a quick glance over his shoulder as he lifted up another long piece of wood, looking thoughtfully at their creation before starting to place it somewhere. Charlie watched them do this again and again, his brow furrowing more and more. He was itching to know what they were making, but had learned that asking would get him nowhere. He looked away and lay back on the sand. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of Eko working until they stopped, and the man’s low and demanding voice sounded from beside him.
“Drink this,” Eko said, pressing a water bottle into his hand.
Charlie smiled at him gratefulness and took a long swig of the refreshing drink. Eko regarded him for a moment before turning his gaze out to the sea.
“Faith.”
Charlie looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.
“What now?”
“You want to know what we are building?” The corner of Eko’s mouth turned up slightly. “We are building faith.”
Charlie looked back at the wooden creation, confused.
“How can you build faith?”
“Think it over, Charlie,” Eko told him, gingerly taking the water bottle and drinking from it.
Charlie scratched his head and squinted his eyes. He stilled when he got it, his hand dropping to his side. His chest tightened; he almost felt like crying. He turned back to the ocean.
“A church,” he said quietly, almost brokenly.
Eko looked at him and waited until he would meet his eyes. And then he smiled, touched his shoulder, and said, “yes”.
Type: Fanfiction, drabble
Fandom: Lost
Genre: General
Characters: Charlie, Mr. Eko
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“You make this look so easy,” Charlie remarked as he sat on the sand, wiping some sweat off his hands.
Eko gave him a quick glance over his shoulder as he lifted up another long piece of wood, looking thoughtfully at their creation before starting to place it somewhere. Charlie watched them do this again and again, his brow furrowing more and more. He was itching to know what they were making, but had learned that asking would get him nowhere. He looked away and lay back on the sand. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of Eko working until they stopped, and the man’s low and demanding voice sounded from beside him.
“Drink this,” Eko said, pressing a water bottle into his hand.
Charlie smiled at him gratefulness and took a long swig of the refreshing drink. Eko regarded him for a moment before turning his gaze out to the sea.
“Faith.”
Charlie looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.
“What now?”
“You want to know what we are building?” The corner of Eko’s mouth turned up slightly. “We are building faith.”
Charlie looked back at the wooden creation, confused.
“How can you build faith?”
“Think it over, Charlie,” Eko told him, gingerly taking the water bottle and drinking from it.
Charlie scratched his head and squinted his eyes. He stilled when he got it, his hand dropping to his side. His chest tightened; he almost felt like crying. He turned back to the ocean.
“A church,” he said quietly, almost brokenly.
Eko looked at him and waited until he would meet his eyes. And then he smiled, touched his shoulder, and said, “yes”.