Christmas drabble for failegaidin!
Title: Wild Horses
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Prompt: Wild Horses/Songs
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for S4.
Summary: Charlotte contemplates her new life on the island with Daniel.
A/N: Song lyrics from Natasha Bedingfield's "Wild Horses". For failegaidin. Merry Christmas!
I feel these four walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out . . . hmm
Is this my life, I'm wondering?
Charlotte stared at the tent flaps as they swayed back and forth with the wind, doing little to fight against the superior force of nature. Occasionally, she'd get a glimpse of what lay outside of her--their (she had to repeatedly remind herself)--tent, their small haven of sanctuary on this screwed up island. It was sunny outside, but she remained in the dark. Daniel was outside, working on some thing or another . . . She was inside, planning.
She made a lot of plans these days.
Few ever came to fruition, though.
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make?
There was no going back now. The island was gone . . . and so were they. It was better off that way. She'd told herself this over and over again and she'd even begun to believe it now. It was better that they were here than back in the real world--or what constituted as the real world. What was real these days, anyway? Wasn't this real? Wasn't what she had with him more real than anything that could have occurred back in the "real world"?
She didn't know but she thought about it a lot.
More than she probably should have.
It's greener pastures I'm thinking about, hmm
Wide open spaces far away
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared . . .
Before, she'd felt confident in her decision to stay here on the island, but now that there was no hope of ever returning to civilization as she'd know it . . . well, it was a very restricting feeling. Almost like being locked within a cage and having the key to it thrown away. Whether the others shared this opinion or not, she couldn't say. But Daniel seemed to be managing well enough, better than she felt that she was anyway.
Trapped. Yes, that would be the proper word to describe it.
Trapped between her past, present, and future--in a state of limbo on an island that wasn't suppose to exist at all.
Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too!
A part of her wanted to go outside, to confront her reality, and experience whatever the island had to offer. She was here for a reason, wasn't she? They all were. More to the point, she'd never been one to stay still in one place for any inordinate amount of time; she desired action. If nothing else, she was guided by her curiousity, pesky thing that it was.
But the other part whispered about the dangers of the island, about the sacrifice that she'd have to make in order to achieve whatever it was that she'd come here to.
And she wasn't sure if she was ready to do that yet.
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to . . .
Charlotte glimpsed Daniel outside. What was she thinking, falling in love with this man? He was peculiar, paper thin, and often had trouble holding a conversation for more than a minute or two without going off on some unrelated tangent about molecules or lab rats. He wasn't her type. Well, she didn't exactly have a type, but she knew that he couldn't have been it even if she had.
And, yet . . .
She loved him. It was inexplicable, but irrevocable. Absolutely mind-boggling. But it was what it was, and if she was stuck on this island . . . she was glad that he was here with her.
I wanna run with the wild horses . . .
"Hey, Charlotte," Daniel said, peeking into the tent. "Uh, would you mind coming to help me with, uh, . . . something? It won't take more than a minute or two, I don't think. I mean, it shouldn't take more than a minute or so."
Charlotte smiled, standing and brushing herself off. "Yeah, I'll help you, Dan."
As long as she was stuck here, she figured she might as well make the best of it.
And she had a feeling that Daniel was going to help her do that.
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Prompt: Wild Horses/Songs
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for S4.
Summary: Charlotte contemplates her new life on the island with Daniel.
A/N: Song lyrics from Natasha Bedingfield's "Wild Horses". For failegaidin. Merry Christmas!
I feel these four walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out . . . hmm
Is this my life, I'm wondering?
Charlotte stared at the tent flaps as they swayed back and forth with the wind, doing little to fight against the superior force of nature. Occasionally, she'd get a glimpse of what lay outside of her--their (she had to repeatedly remind herself)--tent, their small haven of sanctuary on this screwed up island. It was sunny outside, but she remained in the dark. Daniel was outside, working on some thing or another . . . She was inside, planning.
She made a lot of plans these days.
Few ever came to fruition, though.
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make?
There was no going back now. The island was gone . . . and so were they. It was better off that way. She'd told herself this over and over again and she'd even begun to believe it now. It was better that they were here than back in the real world--or what constituted as the real world. What was real these days, anyway? Wasn't this real? Wasn't what she had with him more real than anything that could have occurred back in the "real world"?
She didn't know but she thought about it a lot.
More than she probably should have.
It's greener pastures I'm thinking about, hmm
Wide open spaces far away
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared . . .
Before, she'd felt confident in her decision to stay here on the island, but now that there was no hope of ever returning to civilization as she'd know it . . . well, it was a very restricting feeling. Almost like being locked within a cage and having the key to it thrown away. Whether the others shared this opinion or not, she couldn't say. But Daniel seemed to be managing well enough, better than she felt that she was anyway.
Trapped. Yes, that would be the proper word to describe it.
Trapped between her past, present, and future--in a state of limbo on an island that wasn't suppose to exist at all.
Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too!
A part of her wanted to go outside, to confront her reality, and experience whatever the island had to offer. She was here for a reason, wasn't she? They all were. More to the point, she'd never been one to stay still in one place for any inordinate amount of time; she desired action. If nothing else, she was guided by her curiousity, pesky thing that it was.
But the other part whispered about the dangers of the island, about the sacrifice that she'd have to make in order to achieve whatever it was that she'd come here to.
And she wasn't sure if she was ready to do that yet.
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to . . .
Charlotte glimpsed Daniel outside. What was she thinking, falling in love with this man? He was peculiar, paper thin, and often had trouble holding a conversation for more than a minute or two without going off on some unrelated tangent about molecules or lab rats. He wasn't her type. Well, she didn't exactly have a type, but she knew that he couldn't have been it even if she had.
And, yet . . .
She loved him. It was inexplicable, but irrevocable. Absolutely mind-boggling. But it was what it was, and if she was stuck on this island . . . she was glad that he was here with her.
I wanna run with the wild horses . . .
"Hey, Charlotte," Daniel said, peeking into the tent. "Uh, would you mind coming to help me with, uh, . . . something? It won't take more than a minute or two, I don't think. I mean, it shouldn't take more than a minute or so."
Charlotte smiled, standing and brushing herself off. "Yeah, I'll help you, Dan."
As long as she was stuck here, she figured she might as well make the best of it.
And she had a feeling that Daniel was going to help her do that.