the salesman's wife
Fandom: Lost
Title: The Salesman's Wife
Rating: PG
Characters: Daniel/Charlotte
Setting: There's No Place Like Home, when Dan and Charlotte part.
Summary: A little ficlet exploring the strange and inexplicable things we think of at all the wrong times.
This didn't really turn out at all as I planned. It's a bit sloppy and disjointed, but I suppose that's often how the mind works. At least, mine does. I'm rusty, anyhow, so apologies for some justice I took with Charlotte's character.
“Nothing’s forever, Dan,” she had said. They had leaned in, settled on an unsure but welcome kiss on the cheek and he had waved her goodbye. Nothing’s forever but she thought maybe the way he looked at her, in that moment, would never change. She wouldn’t want it to.
Daniel did not understand what Charlotte was looking for. Charlotte did not understand much of Daniel at all. But sometimes they both grasped small truths in each other. So they played card games in the firelight and she let him protect her. Sometimes late at night, when she wasn’t thinking of where she came from, she thought of where she might go. And if Daniel would maybe go with her. Idly her imagination spun tales, try as she might to make it stop. Daniel had slowly found a place in her imagination, stealing into her thoughts like a thief in the night. She’d always had a vivid imagination-had had to, in order to construct a past for herself. And Daniel Faraday had stationed himself next to her, unnoticed. He had become her constant companion. He had snuck into her dreams. She did not protest. But she had not meant to fall in love with him either.
In the long nights she made up stories of the things they’d do, the lives they'd live. It passed the time. It appeased her imagination, which never ceased in its constructions (if she thought of where she would go, it left no room to ponder from where she’d come).
And here, on the beach she watched him go and her mind was grinding forward. It was thinking of possibilities and theories and life before and after the island. But of all the things to think about as she watched him disappear, Charlotte Staples Lewis thought of a song. One which told of a salesman’s wife, dreaming of the roads her husband travels. Dreaming of his suitcase in the hall, knowing each time he’d come back to her.
It was inexplicable, illogical and totally fantastical. But she thought of it all the same as she said this goodbye. It was easier, dreaming his road was simpler than it was. It was easier to think he’d come back.
(Bring the season 5! Also, for any who are mildly curious, the song in question is "The Salesman's Wife" by Hurts to Purr, which is really just a gorgeous song.)
Title: The Salesman's Wife
Rating: PG
Characters: Daniel/Charlotte
Setting: There's No Place Like Home, when Dan and Charlotte part.
Summary: A little ficlet exploring the strange and inexplicable things we think of at all the wrong times.
This didn't really turn out at all as I planned. It's a bit sloppy and disjointed, but I suppose that's often how the mind works. At least, mine does. I'm rusty, anyhow, so apologies for some justice I took with Charlotte's character.
“Nothing’s forever, Dan,” she had said. They had leaned in, settled on an unsure but welcome kiss on the cheek and he had waved her goodbye. Nothing’s forever but she thought maybe the way he looked at her, in that moment, would never change. She wouldn’t want it to.
Daniel did not understand what Charlotte was looking for. Charlotte did not understand much of Daniel at all. But sometimes they both grasped small truths in each other. So they played card games in the firelight and she let him protect her. Sometimes late at night, when she wasn’t thinking of where she came from, she thought of where she might go. And if Daniel would maybe go with her. Idly her imagination spun tales, try as she might to make it stop. Daniel had slowly found a place in her imagination, stealing into her thoughts like a thief in the night. She’d always had a vivid imagination-had had to, in order to construct a past for herself. And Daniel Faraday had stationed himself next to her, unnoticed. He had become her constant companion. He had snuck into her dreams. She did not protest. But she had not meant to fall in love with him either.
In the long nights she made up stories of the things they’d do, the lives they'd live. It passed the time. It appeased her imagination, which never ceased in its constructions (if she thought of where she would go, it left no room to ponder from where she’d come).
And here, on the beach she watched him go and her mind was grinding forward. It was thinking of possibilities and theories and life before and after the island. But of all the things to think about as she watched him disappear, Charlotte Staples Lewis thought of a song. One which told of a salesman’s wife, dreaming of the roads her husband travels. Dreaming of his suitcase in the hall, knowing each time he’d come back to her.
It was inexplicable, illogical and totally fantastical. But she thought of it all the same as she said this goodbye. It was easier, dreaming his road was simpler than it was. It was easier to think he’d come back.
(Bring the season 5! Also, for any who are mildly curious, the song in question is "The Salesman's Wife" by Hurts to Purr, which is really just a gorgeous song.)