we ruin to easy.
title and rating: we ruin to easy; g.
pairing: jack/claire
She isn’t there anymore. Her eyes have darkened since he saw her last, as if the laughter disappeared with her son across the sea. Jack wants to reach out when she’s near him, touch her arm, her back, her throat but he stops himself, hand instinctively closing around nothing in her absence. It does him no good to remember how it used to be (how she used to be) but it does him no good to try to forget.
Watching her walk across the temple, dirt caking her hair, he remembers when Charlie brought her peanut butter. Claire had smiled then, smiled and laughed and been happy for the first time since the crash. Now Charlie was gone and Claire was fading.
“Claire…” Jack’s voice ghosted through her ears but she didn’t turn around. She couldn’t. She knew who he was to her and who he wasn’t supposed to be. She let out a shaky breath, throat closing through eminent tears. She hummed, walking behind the boulder Jack was sitting on and pretending not to see him there. Not to see his closed fist, his folded expression, his defeated posture.
He glanced over his shoulder at her back, her small shoulders, her dirt smudged skin. Reaching out, he traced a gentle outline on the skin above her elbow. She shivered and pulled away. She was gone.
pairing: jack/claire
She isn’t there anymore. Her eyes have darkened since he saw her last, as if the laughter disappeared with her son across the sea. Jack wants to reach out when she’s near him, touch her arm, her back, her throat but he stops himself, hand instinctively closing around nothing in her absence. It does him no good to remember how it used to be (how she used to be) but it does him no good to try to forget.
Watching her walk across the temple, dirt caking her hair, he remembers when Charlie brought her peanut butter. Claire had smiled then, smiled and laughed and been happy for the first time since the crash. Now Charlie was gone and Claire was fading.
“Claire…” Jack’s voice ghosted through her ears but she didn’t turn around. She couldn’t. She knew who he was to her and who he wasn’t supposed to be. She let out a shaky breath, throat closing through eminent tears. She hummed, walking behind the boulder Jack was sitting on and pretending not to see him there. Not to see his closed fist, his folded expression, his defeated posture.
He glanced over his shoulder at her back, her small shoulders, her dirt smudged skin. Reaching out, he traced a gentle outline on the skin above her elbow. She shivered and pulled away. She was gone.