Playing Nurse//Lost//Daniel&Charlotte//G
Title: Playing Nurse
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Charlotte helps take care of Daniel when he gets seasick.
Table/Prompt: Hurt&Comfort/Sick
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Another fluffy one! *pats self on back*
"Dan, you should really let the doc take a look at you."
"I'm fine, Charlotte. It's just a little seasickness..."
This had been the same conversation that they'd continued to have for the past half an hour. Daniel refused to let their onboard physician look at him and Charlotte refused to leave him alone in such a sickly state.
"Don't be such a child," she clucked. "Let Ray just look you over. It couldn't hurt."
Daniel shook his head but was only rewarded for the action with a wave of nausea. He'd never been on a boat for such an extended amount of time before. There was no way that he could have anticipated the overwhelming sensations the casual rocking of the freighter evoked within him. He felt sick as a dog, but his fear and general distrust of doctors prevented him from seeking out their physician. In Daniel's mind, it wasn't as if Ray could do anything other than confirm what he already knew--that he was suffering from a bout of intense seasickness.
Charlotte elicited a small, relenting sigh before moving over to the sink with a small cloth in hand. She ran some cold water over the rag for a few seconds before turning the valve off and moving towards Daniel. He tried to follow her purposeful movements with his eyes but it only served to increase the ill feelings in his gut.
She sat down on his bed. "Lay down," she said. If he hadn't been so unwell, he probably would have protested in some way. As it stood, he could only oblige.
Charlotte allowed him to rest his head on her lap once he'd laid down on his back, before placing the moist toweled cloth on his forehead. He winced at the sudden icy sensation that was in direct contrast with his warm skin.
"Sorry," she murmured, trying to be as gentle as she could. "Now, close your eyes."
Again, he acquiesced, unable to do otherwise. After a few moments, the nauseous feeling began to abate, remarkably enough. He took slow, even breaths, trying to think of something other than the back and forth motion of the rocking boat. It wasn't an easy thing to do, either, since Daniel's mind was in a constant state of thought about this thing and that. Right now, it was focused in on his body's ailment and was seeking the cause of it...which happened to be the freighter's unsteady but constant movement. He did manage an empty mind for a few moments, though.
"Better?" Charlotte inquired.
"Mhm," Daniel replied through closed lips.
She flipped the cloth over to the fresh side, dabbing at his forehead for a moment before allowing the rag to rest on it. "Try not to think about it," she suggested.
"Easier said than done."
Charlotte smirked. "I know." A pause. "I bet you're wondering how I learned how to cure seasickness, yeah?"
Daniel managed a small smile. "Yeah."
"Well, when I was little, my father used to go on archeological explorations. I can remember begging him to let me go with him. But he'd always say not this time, Charlotte or maybe next time or (and I hated this one the most) the Libyan Desert is no place for a young lady. It used to drive me crazy!"
She laughed a little at the memory. It was a surprisingly light, airy sound. Daniel wanted to look at her but continued to keep his eyes closed, focusing on her accented voice instead. He tried to picture her smiling as she spoke in his mind's eye.
"But one time," she continued. "He finally did decide to let me come. We were living in Cairo at the time, my mum and I, and his dig was in Cyprus, I think it was, in the middle of the Mediterranean. As you can imagine, I was ecstatic, positively thrilled.
"As it turned out, though, we had to take a boat to get there. I'd never been on one before so I was caught completely off guard by the most awful seasickness. Well, I didn't want my father to know that--I didn't want to be diminished in his eyes, though it seems silly to think that now. So, I hid down in the cabins of the ship, hoping that no one would stumble upon me.
"I was terribly ill, oh, it was horrible," she said. "Finally, one of my father's friends found me. Fortunately, he knew all sorts of neat cures for seasickness and he taught me all of them. I made him swear to secrecy that he'd never tell my father and, to this day, I don't think he has."
She shifted, moved away while placing a pillow beneath his head. Daniel slowly opened his eyes, surprised that the nausea had all but disappeared completely. It seemed to him to be nothing short of a miracle. He turned his head slowly to look at her; she was smiling down at him with one arched eyebrow.
"Well?"
He smiled faintly back at her, realization dawning on him. "You took my mind off of it."
"Just one of the many tricks he taught me." She moved to the doorway. "Now, since you still refuse to see the doctor, I'll go get you some ginger tea...That always helped me. We'll have you up and about and back to doing those experiments or whatever it is you do in no time."
"Charlotte." She paused in the doorway, looked back at him. "Thanks. I owe you."
"Yeah," she replied elusively, before disappearing from his view.
He stared back up at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips.
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Charlotte helps take care of Daniel when he gets seasick.
Table/Prompt: Hurt&Comfort/Sick
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Another fluffy one! *pats self on back*
"Dan, you should really let the doc take a look at you."
"I'm fine, Charlotte. It's just a little seasickness..."
This had been the same conversation that they'd continued to have for the past half an hour. Daniel refused to let their onboard physician look at him and Charlotte refused to leave him alone in such a sickly state.
"Don't be such a child," she clucked. "Let Ray just look you over. It couldn't hurt."
Daniel shook his head but was only rewarded for the action with a wave of nausea. He'd never been on a boat for such an extended amount of time before. There was no way that he could have anticipated the overwhelming sensations the casual rocking of the freighter evoked within him. He felt sick as a dog, but his fear and general distrust of doctors prevented him from seeking out their physician. In Daniel's mind, it wasn't as if Ray could do anything other than confirm what he already knew--that he was suffering from a bout of intense seasickness.
Charlotte elicited a small, relenting sigh before moving over to the sink with a small cloth in hand. She ran some cold water over the rag for a few seconds before turning the valve off and moving towards Daniel. He tried to follow her purposeful movements with his eyes but it only served to increase the ill feelings in his gut.
She sat down on his bed. "Lay down," she said. If he hadn't been so unwell, he probably would have protested in some way. As it stood, he could only oblige.
Charlotte allowed him to rest his head on her lap once he'd laid down on his back, before placing the moist toweled cloth on his forehead. He winced at the sudden icy sensation that was in direct contrast with his warm skin.
"Sorry," she murmured, trying to be as gentle as she could. "Now, close your eyes."
Again, he acquiesced, unable to do otherwise. After a few moments, the nauseous feeling began to abate, remarkably enough. He took slow, even breaths, trying to think of something other than the back and forth motion of the rocking boat. It wasn't an easy thing to do, either, since Daniel's mind was in a constant state of thought about this thing and that. Right now, it was focused in on his body's ailment and was seeking the cause of it...which happened to be the freighter's unsteady but constant movement. He did manage an empty mind for a few moments, though.
"Better?" Charlotte inquired.
"Mhm," Daniel replied through closed lips.
She flipped the cloth over to the fresh side, dabbing at his forehead for a moment before allowing the rag to rest on it. "Try not to think about it," she suggested.
"Easier said than done."
Charlotte smirked. "I know." A pause. "I bet you're wondering how I learned how to cure seasickness, yeah?"
Daniel managed a small smile. "Yeah."
"Well, when I was little, my father used to go on archeological explorations. I can remember begging him to let me go with him. But he'd always say not this time, Charlotte or maybe next time or (and I hated this one the most) the Libyan Desert is no place for a young lady. It used to drive me crazy!"
She laughed a little at the memory. It was a surprisingly light, airy sound. Daniel wanted to look at her but continued to keep his eyes closed, focusing on her accented voice instead. He tried to picture her smiling as she spoke in his mind's eye.
"But one time," she continued. "He finally did decide to let me come. We were living in Cairo at the time, my mum and I, and his dig was in Cyprus, I think it was, in the middle of the Mediterranean. As you can imagine, I was ecstatic, positively thrilled.
"As it turned out, though, we had to take a boat to get there. I'd never been on one before so I was caught completely off guard by the most awful seasickness. Well, I didn't want my father to know that--I didn't want to be diminished in his eyes, though it seems silly to think that now. So, I hid down in the cabins of the ship, hoping that no one would stumble upon me.
"I was terribly ill, oh, it was horrible," she said. "Finally, one of my father's friends found me. Fortunately, he knew all sorts of neat cures for seasickness and he taught me all of them. I made him swear to secrecy that he'd never tell my father and, to this day, I don't think he has."
She shifted, moved away while placing a pillow beneath his head. Daniel slowly opened his eyes, surprised that the nausea had all but disappeared completely. It seemed to him to be nothing short of a miracle. He turned his head slowly to look at her; she was smiling down at him with one arched eyebrow.
"Well?"
He smiled faintly back at her, realization dawning on him. "You took my mind off of it."
"Just one of the many tricks he taught me." She moved to the doorway. "Now, since you still refuse to see the doctor, I'll go get you some ginger tea...That always helped me. We'll have you up and about and back to doing those experiments or whatever it is you do in no time."
"Charlotte." She paused in the doorway, looked back at him. "Thanks. I owe you."
"Yeah," she replied elusively, before disappearing from his view.
He stared back up at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips.