More Fanfiction
It seems that my previous attempts at fanfiction were...unappreciated, for the most part, so I've decided to try it again with a pairing everyone can appreciate: Charlie/Claire!!!
Without further ado...
Claire rocked Aaron back and forth in the crib Locke had made for him. She was worried for Locke; he hadn't been seen in days, nor had Eko. Rumors were flying across the beach. Had the monster caught them? Had they been blown up in the hatch? One faint whisper even reported that they'd been abducted by aliens; it wasn't hard to believe, when it sometimes seemed that aliens were the only ones who could have put them on this island.
Claire was pulled our of her reveries by a soft strain of music. Not really surprised, she turned around and smiled. Sure enough, standing a few feet behind her was Charlie, playing the guitar.
Somehow, Claire had found it in herself to forgive Charlie. Maybe it was that when she saw him walking out of the jungle after the sonic boom, she'd been so relieved he was alive that all else was forgotten. Or maybe she'd realised that what he'd done hadn't been so bad after all. Whatever the case, their relationship was patched up now, and she really couldn't be happier.
"Shhh," she said, walking over to Charlie with an impish grin on her face. "Aaron's sleeping."
Charlie nodded. "All right," he whispered. Then he leaned down and caught her lips with his.
It was as beautiful as their first kiss and twice as passionate. Claire somehow managed to lose herself in it; she forgot that she was raising a baby on an uncharted island, that there was a dangerous monster in the jungle, that there were people trying to get to Aaron. She forgot everything but Charlie and herself and the kiss. And when it was over, it hadn't lasted long enough.
That's all for now!
Without further ado...
Claire rocked Aaron back and forth in the crib Locke had made for him. She was worried for Locke; he hadn't been seen in days, nor had Eko. Rumors were flying across the beach. Had the monster caught them? Had they been blown up in the hatch? One faint whisper even reported that they'd been abducted by aliens; it wasn't hard to believe, when it sometimes seemed that aliens were the only ones who could have put them on this island.
Claire was pulled our of her reveries by a soft strain of music. Not really surprised, she turned around and smiled. Sure enough, standing a few feet behind her was Charlie, playing the guitar.
Somehow, Claire had found it in herself to forgive Charlie. Maybe it was that when she saw him walking out of the jungle after the sonic boom, she'd been so relieved he was alive that all else was forgotten. Or maybe she'd realised that what he'd done hadn't been so bad after all. Whatever the case, their relationship was patched up now, and she really couldn't be happier.
"Shhh," she said, walking over to Charlie with an impish grin on her face. "Aaron's sleeping."
Charlie nodded. "All right," he whispered. Then he leaned down and caught her lips with his.
It was as beautiful as their first kiss and twice as passionate. Claire somehow managed to lose herself in it; she forgot that she was raising a baby on an uncharted island, that there was a dangerous monster in the jungle, that there were people trying to get to Aaron. She forgot everything but Charlie and herself and the kiss. And when it was over, it hadn't lasted long enough.
That's all for now!