The Little Black Book Pt. 2
Title: The Little Black Book Pt. 2
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Rating: PG
Summary: Claire finds Charlie's little black book... but what's in it?
Author's note: For blondiusmaximus, of course.
Author's note 2: Not only is this my first Lost FPS, it is also my first true het pairing. :/
“So what’s in it?” Claire asks as she takes a seat next to Charlie on the ground. In front of them is a giant blazing fire that warms her breeze-chilled skin.
Charlie doesn’t reply, mesmerized by the dancing flames as the twist and crack in the wind. Claire reaches out and tugs gently on the sleeve of his shirt, slowly pulling him back to reality and the island.
His eyes slide to her as their surrounds come back into focus. “What?”
“You looked a bit lost,” Claire replies, quickly biting her lip at her choice of words.
“Complete opposite, actually,” Charlie says absentmindedly, focus returning to the fire.
“How so?” She asks, glancing at the fire before looking back at Charlie.
“You get lost staring into the flames, yeah, but eventually... I don’t know, you find yourself.” Claire’s eyes never leave the young man’s tired face. The flames warm the color of his cheeks, casting shadows in sporadic and ever-changing places as the slight breeze blows inland. “Or part of yourself, anyway. You forget where you are, you don’t care anymore, nothing matters. It’s just you and your thoughts.”
Claire nods slightly and looks away. “That’s why I keep my diary.”
“You keep a diary?” Charlie turns to her, the side of his face away from the fire falling into shadow.
“Yeah, have all my life. Well, not the same one but, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah...” His voice is soft against the roaring of the flames but just a shaky.
“Have you ever kept one?”
“What? No.”
“Oh...” Claire sighs, slightly nodding her head as if in understanding. But she doesn’t understand. How could anyone not want to keep track of their life, not want to keep the thoughts that pop up in the middle of the night when the silence covers you like a blanket and all you can hear is the words bouncing around in your head. “Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s in your notebook?”
Without a word, Charlie stood and walked away, his back to the fire and Claire. She watches him leave and disappear into the darkness before she turns back to the fire, feeling the guilt sink in her gut. Staring into the growing flames, all she could think about was him.
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Rating: PG
Summary: Claire finds Charlie's little black book... but what's in it?
Author's note: For blondiusmaximus, of course.
Author's note 2: Not only is this my first Lost FPS, it is also my first true het pairing. :/
“So what’s in it?” Claire asks as she takes a seat next to Charlie on the ground. In front of them is a giant blazing fire that warms her breeze-chilled skin.
Charlie doesn’t reply, mesmerized by the dancing flames as the twist and crack in the wind. Claire reaches out and tugs gently on the sleeve of his shirt, slowly pulling him back to reality and the island.
His eyes slide to her as their surrounds come back into focus. “What?”
“You looked a bit lost,” Claire replies, quickly biting her lip at her choice of words.
“Complete opposite, actually,” Charlie says absentmindedly, focus returning to the fire.
“How so?” She asks, glancing at the fire before looking back at Charlie.
“You get lost staring into the flames, yeah, but eventually... I don’t know, you find yourself.” Claire’s eyes never leave the young man’s tired face. The flames warm the color of his cheeks, casting shadows in sporadic and ever-changing places as the slight breeze blows inland. “Or part of yourself, anyway. You forget where you are, you don’t care anymore, nothing matters. It’s just you and your thoughts.”
Claire nods slightly and looks away. “That’s why I keep my diary.”
“You keep a diary?” Charlie turns to her, the side of his face away from the fire falling into shadow.
“Yeah, have all my life. Well, not the same one but, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah...” His voice is soft against the roaring of the flames but just a shaky.
“Have you ever kept one?”
“What? No.”
“Oh...” Claire sighs, slightly nodding her head as if in understanding. But she doesn’t understand. How could anyone not want to keep track of their life, not want to keep the thoughts that pop up in the middle of the night when the silence covers you like a blanket and all you can hear is the words bouncing around in your head. “Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s in your notebook?”
Without a word, Charlie stood and walked away, his back to the fire and Claire. She watches him leave and disappear into the darkness before she turns back to the fire, feeling the guilt sink in her gut. Staring into the growing flames, all she could think about was him.