Lost; Charlotte/Daniel; blue, red, yellow, white.
Title: blue, red, yellow, white.
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Summary: Daniel thinks of colours but he forgets.
Notes: I kind of took the Daniel forgetting sub-plot and ran with it. Based on absolutely no actual, solid theory on Daniel or Charlotte's future storylines. My first Lost fic :)
i. blue
when they first meet she is blue. her shirt is bright and her eyes are cool. and she is all blue.
Naomi introduces them. Charlotte, Daniel Faraday. Daniel, Charlotte Staples Lewis.
“very nice to meet you.” her hand is extended. she looks him directly in the eye. the gaze burns and soothes him.
the contradiction confuses him. he mumbles. fumbles. returns the gesture in his own awkward way.
her lips twitch. a smile. amusement.
later he tries to fix the memory in place. he doesn’t want to forget. he thinks of her as blue. blue like the ocean. no. blue like the sky. no. too obvious, too vast.
her charm is more subtle. more specific. she is blue like the flower that grew between the cracks.
she is blue like the forget-me-not in his path.
ii. red
on the island. she was red.
queen of hearts. four of diamonds. ace. nine. hearts, diamonds. remember. sometimes clubs, sometimes spades. but mostly red.
her hair; in the light, in a plait, in between his finger tips. red.
on his finger tips her blood. red too. redder than her hair. harsher. on her skin.
“Daniel” she breathes. exhausted from the heat, from the blood, from all the red.
she says his name but she means help me. save me. explain. make it stop. don’t let me die.
he says nothing. he closes his eyes and looks towards the sky. his eyelids are red.
red. red. red. red. he can’t lose her. can’t lose or forget.
blue. she use to be blue, he thinks, but he can’t quite remember.
iii. yellow
when they leave, after the island, she wears yellow. a sundress. a dress the colour of sun.
she smiles and twirls, laughing, happy to be back in a place that is constant. fixed.
he kisses her hard when they touch down in oxford. it is spring , she is wearing yellow and he is happy.
“it’s good to be back.”
she grins. “yes it is.” she takes his hand.
blue has gone, all he has left are her eyes. red is fading, fading from his mind, her hair is still red but the pain is blurry. the blood smudged on his memory. now all he sees is yellow. he will remember yellow.
her dress, the sun, the menu in the café.
yellow. he tells himself not to forget. please.
iv. white.
later, she is looking at him. looking at him as he sits in his chair. blue eyes, red hair, yellow dress.
is she familiar? the colours remind him. recognition of something that is no longer there.
what has gone? where, why, how, when, questions, questions questions.
he tries to remember. to do what she is asking.
“Daniel, think, remember Daniel. think about the island. it’s me, Charlotte.”
he wants to. to remember her. she is pretty. and she is blue. and she is red. and she is yellow. and white.
he searches his memory. claws at his past. these colours are familiar.
no.
everything has gone white.
there is nothing he can do but forget.
the end.
Feedback and comments are appreciated :D
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Summary: Daniel thinks of colours but he forgets.
Notes: I kind of took the Daniel forgetting sub-plot and ran with it. Based on absolutely no actual, solid theory on Daniel or Charlotte's future storylines. My first Lost fic :)
i. blue
when they first meet she is blue. her shirt is bright and her eyes are cool. and she is all blue.
Naomi introduces them. Charlotte, Daniel Faraday. Daniel, Charlotte Staples Lewis.
“very nice to meet you.” her hand is extended. she looks him directly in the eye. the gaze burns and soothes him.
the contradiction confuses him. he mumbles. fumbles. returns the gesture in his own awkward way.
her lips twitch. a smile. amusement.
later he tries to fix the memory in place. he doesn’t want to forget. he thinks of her as blue. blue like the ocean. no. blue like the sky. no. too obvious, too vast.
her charm is more subtle. more specific. she is blue like the flower that grew between the cracks.
she is blue like the forget-me-not in his path.
ii. red
on the island. she was red.
queen of hearts. four of diamonds. ace. nine. hearts, diamonds. remember. sometimes clubs, sometimes spades. but mostly red.
her hair; in the light, in a plait, in between his finger tips. red.
on his finger tips her blood. red too. redder than her hair. harsher. on her skin.
“Daniel” she breathes. exhausted from the heat, from the blood, from all the red.
she says his name but she means help me. save me. explain. make it stop. don’t let me die.
he says nothing. he closes his eyes and looks towards the sky. his eyelids are red.
red. red. red. red. he can’t lose her. can’t lose or forget.
blue. she use to be blue, he thinks, but he can’t quite remember.
iii. yellow
when they leave, after the island, she wears yellow. a sundress. a dress the colour of sun.
she smiles and twirls, laughing, happy to be back in a place that is constant. fixed.
he kisses her hard when they touch down in oxford. it is spring , she is wearing yellow and he is happy.
“it’s good to be back.”
she grins. “yes it is.” she takes his hand.
blue has gone, all he has left are her eyes. red is fading, fading from his mind, her hair is still red but the pain is blurry. the blood smudged on his memory. now all he sees is yellow. he will remember yellow.
her dress, the sun, the menu in the café.
yellow. he tells himself not to forget. please.
iv. white.
later, she is looking at him. looking at him as he sits in his chair. blue eyes, red hair, yellow dress.
is she familiar? the colours remind him. recognition of something that is no longer there.
what has gone? where, why, how, when, questions, questions questions.
he tries to remember. to do what she is asking.
“Daniel, think, remember Daniel. think about the island. it’s me, Charlotte.”
he wants to. to remember her. she is pretty. and she is blue. and she is red. and she is yellow. and white.
he searches his memory. claws at his past. these colours are familiar.
no.
everything has gone white.
there is nothing he can do but forget.
the end.
Feedback and comments are appreciated :D