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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:05 pm Post subject: Is It Safe To Love By Becca (Claire FanFic) |
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Like Changing Seasons
When the voice on the radio informed the survivors that rescue was on the way everybody seemed ecstatic, but Claire could not help but wonder if Charlie had escaped alive. She had heard them all talking about how it was a suicide mission but surely he was safe with Desmond, the man whom admitted to predicting Charlie’s death only weeks earlier. Surely he wouldn’t let the selfish need for rescue take priority over someone’s life.
She clutched tighter to her baby thinking how they didn’t have a proper goodbye. How she never told him that she loved him, even though she did. It never seemed appropriate as they hadn’t been together that long and then he seemed to keep messing up, but now the fact she may never have the chance to tell him overwhelmed her. Claire tried to keep her tears back but in moments they were running down her face.
“Ssh, what’s wrong?” Kate asked wrapping an arm around her.
“It’s just...Charlie. He might be...” She found herself unable to finish the sentence, saying it aloud would be too final. Claire wanted to hang onto the smallest hope that he survived.
“I mean, you all said...It was a suicide mission.” In Kate's face she saw a flicker of pity. She was thinking of how to hide the fact she too believed Charlie dead. She took just a fraction of a second too long making her opinion even clearer.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s a tougher guy than you give him credit.”
Claire sighed, despite the fact she was now a mother and not much younger than many of the other survivors, she was still treated like a child.
When they started their journey back towards the beach, Claire tried to see any sign of Charlie, Desmond or even their canoe. As soon as they were back she ran towards Hurley asking if anything had happened since she last asked over the radio.
“Sorry but I’ve seen nothing. You’d be the first I’d tell.” He told her with a tone of sincerity in his voice. Claire knew she could trust him as one of Charlie’s best friends on the island. In-fact she’d trust him anyway; he was such a bad liar and she knew how he’d lost a love only a month earlier. It had always been easy to know where she stood with Hurley.
Claire returned to her tent but felt useless. She sat then stood. Placed Aaron in his crib then picked him up. She paced up and down unable to settle until she had news about Charlie.
After an hour of the survivors cautiously watching her she was finally approached by Jack.
“Hey you got everything you need?” he asked her. She wondered if it was really a question or if he just wanted to keep her occupied.
She nodded her head. What did possessions matter? None of it was really hers anyway; it had been scavenged from the dead.
“Well, I don’t think they’ll be long now. I’d be ready to leave if I were you.”
“We can’t go!” she screamed. Jack appeared surprised by her sudden outburst.
“I mean he’s not back yet. How can we leave without him? What if he…” Claire allowed Jack to comfort her in his arms, feeling safe as if she had handed all her troubles to him.
“It’s alright…ssh. He’ll be back.”
She raised her head and was about to wipe the tears from her eyes when she spotted a canoe landing on the shore. She jumped from Jacks arms and ran towards the boat.
He was back, it was all alright.
I havn't written a fanfic in ages and so i figured i'd write one for a character other than Jack.
Keep an eye out for the next chapter 
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Decay and Die
She raised her head and was about to wipe the tears from her eyes when she spotted a canoe landing on the shore. She jumped from Jacks arms and ran towards the boat.
He was back, it was all alright.
She was at the edge of the water before she realized Desmond was alone in the canoe.
She waited for him to reach her, taking deep breaths of salty air, preparing for the news to be given. It was at that moment she thought of the change taking place in her life. They were leaving the island, returning to reality. Not that reality held much for her except her mother and she’d been in a coma for years. It was as if everything she loved decayed and died. Maybe it was good that Thomas had left before the same happened to him. No matter how much she hated him for leaving she had loved him too, once.
“Desmond!” She shouted once he had reached the shore, “Where’s…” before she could ask he interrupted.
“You must understand, Claire. He wanted to do this. He did this for you, you and Aaron.”
She thought how usually the other survivors treated her like a child; they lied to her and coated their words in sugar, as though she couldn’t handle the truth. For once she found herself wanting that.
“Don’t you dare make excuses! Where is he?”
“He…drowned. It was the only way, Claire. He chose to die a hero. If it wasn’t today he’d of died tomorrow, or the next day. Nobody could’ve prevented it.”
“So…you left him? He died alone?”
He shook his head.
“I waited. I made sure he was dead before I left.”
The pain hit her like a gun shot. She knew she should’ve stopped her questions there but she found her curiosity getting the better of her and before she had the chance to think her tongue slipped.
“But you didn’t help him?” She queried, her tone of voice angrier and louder.
“Claire…”
“I can’t listen to your excuses, Desmond.” She turned and left him standing alone.
She made it to her tent before she broke down into tears. She still had so much she wanted to ask Desmond but the sight of his face was making her sick. The fact he could’ve done something, anything to help him but he just stood and watched him die.
She didn’t understand how Charlie dying could’ve helped her at all. She didn’t even want to leave the island; it scared her to think of returning alone. The island was the first place she had totally fitted in and been accepted. They were family to her and she couldn’t even contemplate living in a home miles from those she’d spent some of the happiest days of her life with.
She knew everybody would soon know the news. They’d all try to be nice. If there was one thing she hated it was people being “nice”. She didn’t want their false sympathy.
Once when she was small her mother told her that dying was a reward for a hard life. The deceased was taken to a place much better than where they spent their life. Maybe it was true. Maybe it was an excuse to remove the grief- and guilt.
She started half-heartedly packing away her few possessions. At the bottom of a pile of clothes she found her diary. She opened it and flicked to the last entry. She read what she wrote about Charlie being brave in her eyes. How he had always tried his best to protect her and Aaron. She found herself between a smile and tears. Those moments when he thought she wasn’t watching and he was playing with Aaron used to make her smile. He would have made such a good dad.
Sun was the first to arrive with her condolences. She never knew what to reply when people told her how “sorry they were of her loss”. It made her feel awkward and out of place. So she just nodded her head and tried to move the conversation on.
Only minutes after Sun left she heard somebody behind her. She turned to see Desmond.
“I’m sorry Desmond. I just can’t talk to you.” He nodded but still proceed to sit next to her.
“Charlie gave me this.” He said producing a sheet of paper. “It’s for you.”
She took it and Desmond walked away only turning to say, “He chose to die Claire,” and then continued to his tent.
She unfolded the paper. The first line said “The first time I heard my song on the radio.”
She continued to read what seemed to be Charlie’s best moments in life when a voice from the beach made her jump.
“Look! It’s the boat! We’re going home!”
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right?) on me and Claire was really in character 