Falling
Fandom/Pairing: Lost/CharliexClaire
Prompt: #77. HeroinAddict!Claire. Take it any direction you like.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1591
Summary: AU - Claire will do anything for her heroin. She'll even sink as low as getting back with Charlie.
Author's Notes: Written for hiatus_stories. Thanks toestastegood for betaing. Rated R for drug references and sex. Charlie/Claire hints but nothing in there. Well... sex but... whatever. (:
"Just one more," she whispers to herself as she walks to that street corner, her street corner. Every single person who roams these streets when the moon is shining bright knows - it practically has her name written on it.
It's always one more person though. She's said it twice tonight already, right after her first person, a young dark haired beauty. It isn't something she gets to say often considering how many middle-aged, fat men she gets. The woman had to inform her her name was Anne, but at the end told her it was Susie, and Claire had been so interested that she'd gotten a glance to her driver's license and seen 'Kate' written on it when the woman was in the bathroom. The next had been a normal customer, one who stopped by at least twice a week and always wanted to be in charge. A middle aged-man with a bald head and a bit of a stomach, his looks matched his attitude His face always seemed to have a sickening grin on it as if trying to show that he was nice, when he left her barely able to walk some nights. The third had been a couple, a blond haired woman and a dark haired man by the name of Boone as the blond had yelled it once.
This is definitely her last time though. She knows it for a fact. If she doesn't get home soon, the cops will start prowling and she'll be picked up. It's happened before, and she hadn't been home for over ten hours. Sun had come over, made Aaron breakfast and watched him, but she never made his eggs right as she didn't believe fruit loops were a good thing to add to them. He won't eat them without them in it. Just one more car and she'll go home.
There it is. A black one, looking so out of place in the run-down neighborhood she's in, but she doesn't care as she walks over to it. This can take anywhere from five minutes to an hour, but she has time. It's only 4:15.
Her feet are killing her thanks to three inch heels, her skirt has more stains on it than she wants to count, her shirt has been torn several times, but this last time is it. This last time makes it all worth while. So she leans down as the window rolls down to give her best smile, brushes some hair behind her ear, and seductively says, "Hey there, str-- Charlie?" A sigh, and this is not what she wants.
"Hey Claire," he says with that grin, one that makes her give the smallest shiver because something is up. Whether it's to get him more drugs, to get him some sex, to get him money, to see Aaron… it's for him to get something. She finds herself briefly missing the old him, but pushes that aside because he's costing her business. "I thought you'd want a ride home."
"It's only 4:15. I have time. And anyway, I told you I need space. A lot of it."
A frown is given and it's clear he's confused. "What?" He slowly moves to tap the car clock, and it says 5:37. "Did your watch stop again?"
This trick has been pulled before, so Claire looks down to her watch, not believing it for a second. She's not stupid. But it must've been a good five minutes, and hers hasn't moved at all from 4:15. She pales some before quickly yanking open the door and clambering in. Just as she shuts the door, she notices a cop car rounding the corner. "Charlie, drive."
The car takes off, going a slow thirty miles per hour. The windows are tinted, but not enough, yet thankfully the cops don't follow them. Two left turns and a right later, and Claire calms down enough to realize she doesn't like this car. It feels like she's going to ruin it and have to pay for it.
"Isn't this car a bit rich for you? Last time you had anything, it was that '65 Ford something that had holes in the floorboard that you bought for twenty dollars and you crashed that when--"
"I know. This is a present from Liam."
"You're shitting me."
Quickly, Charlie raises a brow, making Claire just shrug. Swearing isn't something new, but using the LA's lingo definitely is. "I've heard it a lot. I like it. Deal with it."
A soft cough comes from Charlie, one that means the atmosphere is getting too awkward for him, before he turns again to look at her, making Claire uncomfortable. They'd long since lost their old 'bestest friends since preschool and therefore will have a double marriage in a castle with fireworks and horses' friendship. "Right. Like I was saying. It's a gift from Liam. He still felt bad after he was pissed that one day and crashed my good car, that one that cost a couple grand? So he bought me this."
"But it must've cost at least twenty thousand!"
"Yeah, well, it'll give me more time to focus on important things." A smile and Claire can only roll her eyes, because he's gotten cheesier since she's dumped him. Then he says something she didn't expect. "Like paying you back the heroin I took."
A pause, and she grins wide. "Really?"
"Check the glove compartment."
Quickly it's opened and a soft squeal is heard. There's three grams, when he'd only taken one. "No way. How much is mine?"
"A gram and a half. You can have it all though if…" A brow is raised and it isn't clear who's less shocked by the idea - Claire or Charlie. Claire knew it had to be coming ever since Charlie said 'all' but Charlie's entire visit had been leading up to it.
"If what?" She doesn't even sound angry, only playful as she leans back in her chair, a grin on her lips, playing with her hair. Her tongue slowly sweeps over her lower lip and she waits, while she knows her chest is jutting out and will get his attention.
Sure enough, when he responds after briefly looking at the road to make sure he's driving straight, his eyes are on her breasts and not her face. "You sleep with me."
That's definitely easy. It's what he always wants. He has a long time girlfriend, Lucy, but longtime is the main word. They sleep together once a week and it's no where near enough. So she moves her hand over to rub his thigh, and then slides it up to the bulge where his cock lay, covered by pants. "Pull over. The car has dark enough windows."
She should've known it wouldn't be that easy though. It never is.
"No. We're going to your house, and I want to see Aaron. In your room, and after that I get to spend the day playing with him."
A long pause and she's ready to refuse, until she sees the brand new needle he'd taking out, wrapped in plastic. He must've taken it from a hospital, or even gone to the needle-trading place they'd opened up. She'd heard about that and still thought it was a con to arrest people, but Charlie went there occasionally - someone could trade their dirty needles in for clean, free of charge. She doesn't get it.
Now, she stares before quickly taking it. It takes but seconds for her to melt down the powder, and a small prick is all she feels before there's pure pleasure. When a bright purple pill with a butterfly is offered to her, she takes it without question, swallowing it. Maybe some E will get her in the mood.
* * *
It definitely does. Upon arriving home, she barely has a chance to check on Aaron before she's dragging Charlie to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes and having him sink deep inside her from every which way. They finally finish when eight o'clock rolls around, the time that Aaron normally gets up.
Claire dresses quickly, only to give herself another quick dose of heroin - this time a small bit swallowed but within seconds she's wondering her own name - and she walks out to find Charlie taking a picture quickly with her holding the bag.
She's too drugged to ask coherent questions, but he holds up a set of custody papers, making her obviously confused.
"If you don't let me see my son, I'll take him from you. And this time, I have proof it's you using the drugs too, not just me."
All she can do is smile as she watches him, because he's holding Aaron against his hip like he used to. And his hair's pretty, so it's doubly good. "I like your hip hair." A pause and she changes it to, "I like your hair. It's pretty. And Aaron there. On your hip. It's pretty too. And he's pretty. 'cause he is." She pats Charlie's other hip, the one closest to her, as if to prove her point though she forgot which one it was.
Charlie puts down the papers slowly, shifts Aaron, and then helps her over to the couch. They'd both known he'd picked her up for more reasons than just to be cordial with her, but as he moves some of her hair behind her ear and then gets her something to drink while talking to Aaron, at least one of them isn't so sure anymore.
Prompt: #77. HeroinAddict!Claire. Take it any direction you like.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1591
Summary: AU - Claire will do anything for her heroin. She'll even sink as low as getting back with Charlie.
Author's Notes: Written for hiatus_stories. Thanks toestastegood for betaing. Rated R for drug references and sex. Charlie/Claire hints but nothing in there. Well... sex but... whatever. (:
"Just one more," she whispers to herself as she walks to that street corner, her street corner. Every single person who roams these streets when the moon is shining bright knows - it practically has her name written on it.
It's always one more person though. She's said it twice tonight already, right after her first person, a young dark haired beauty. It isn't something she gets to say often considering how many middle-aged, fat men she gets. The woman had to inform her her name was Anne, but at the end told her it was Susie, and Claire had been so interested that she'd gotten a glance to her driver's license and seen 'Kate' written on it when the woman was in the bathroom. The next had been a normal customer, one who stopped by at least twice a week and always wanted to be in charge. A middle aged-man with a bald head and a bit of a stomach, his looks matched his attitude His face always seemed to have a sickening grin on it as if trying to show that he was nice, when he left her barely able to walk some nights. The third had been a couple, a blond haired woman and a dark haired man by the name of Boone as the blond had yelled it once.
This is definitely her last time though. She knows it for a fact. If she doesn't get home soon, the cops will start prowling and she'll be picked up. It's happened before, and she hadn't been home for over ten hours. Sun had come over, made Aaron breakfast and watched him, but she never made his eggs right as she didn't believe fruit loops were a good thing to add to them. He won't eat them without them in it. Just one more car and she'll go home.
There it is. A black one, looking so out of place in the run-down neighborhood she's in, but she doesn't care as she walks over to it. This can take anywhere from five minutes to an hour, but she has time. It's only 4:15.
Her feet are killing her thanks to three inch heels, her skirt has more stains on it than she wants to count, her shirt has been torn several times, but this last time is it. This last time makes it all worth while. So she leans down as the window rolls down to give her best smile, brushes some hair behind her ear, and seductively says, "Hey there, str-- Charlie?" A sigh, and this is not what she wants.
"Hey Claire," he says with that grin, one that makes her give the smallest shiver because something is up. Whether it's to get him more drugs, to get him some sex, to get him money, to see Aaron… it's for him to get something. She finds herself briefly missing the old him, but pushes that aside because he's costing her business. "I thought you'd want a ride home."
"It's only 4:15. I have time. And anyway, I told you I need space. A lot of it."
A frown is given and it's clear he's confused. "What?" He slowly moves to tap the car clock, and it says 5:37. "Did your watch stop again?"
This trick has been pulled before, so Claire looks down to her watch, not believing it for a second. She's not stupid. But it must've been a good five minutes, and hers hasn't moved at all from 4:15. She pales some before quickly yanking open the door and clambering in. Just as she shuts the door, she notices a cop car rounding the corner. "Charlie, drive."
The car takes off, going a slow thirty miles per hour. The windows are tinted, but not enough, yet thankfully the cops don't follow them. Two left turns and a right later, and Claire calms down enough to realize she doesn't like this car. It feels like she's going to ruin it and have to pay for it.
"Isn't this car a bit rich for you? Last time you had anything, it was that '65 Ford something that had holes in the floorboard that you bought for twenty dollars and you crashed that when--"
"I know. This is a present from Liam."
"You're shitting me."
Quickly, Charlie raises a brow, making Claire just shrug. Swearing isn't something new, but using the LA's lingo definitely is. "I've heard it a lot. I like it. Deal with it."
A soft cough comes from Charlie, one that means the atmosphere is getting too awkward for him, before he turns again to look at her, making Claire uncomfortable. They'd long since lost their old 'bestest friends since preschool and therefore will have a double marriage in a castle with fireworks and horses' friendship. "Right. Like I was saying. It's a gift from Liam. He still felt bad after he was pissed that one day and crashed my good car, that one that cost a couple grand? So he bought me this."
"But it must've cost at least twenty thousand!"
"Yeah, well, it'll give me more time to focus on important things." A smile and Claire can only roll her eyes, because he's gotten cheesier since she's dumped him. Then he says something she didn't expect. "Like paying you back the heroin I took."
A pause, and she grins wide. "Really?"
"Check the glove compartment."
Quickly it's opened and a soft squeal is heard. There's three grams, when he'd only taken one. "No way. How much is mine?"
"A gram and a half. You can have it all though if…" A brow is raised and it isn't clear who's less shocked by the idea - Claire or Charlie. Claire knew it had to be coming ever since Charlie said 'all' but Charlie's entire visit had been leading up to it.
"If what?" She doesn't even sound angry, only playful as she leans back in her chair, a grin on her lips, playing with her hair. Her tongue slowly sweeps over her lower lip and she waits, while she knows her chest is jutting out and will get his attention.
Sure enough, when he responds after briefly looking at the road to make sure he's driving straight, his eyes are on her breasts and not her face. "You sleep with me."
That's definitely easy. It's what he always wants. He has a long time girlfriend, Lucy, but longtime is the main word. They sleep together once a week and it's no where near enough. So she moves her hand over to rub his thigh, and then slides it up to the bulge where his cock lay, covered by pants. "Pull over. The car has dark enough windows."
She should've known it wouldn't be that easy though. It never is.
"No. We're going to your house, and I want to see Aaron. In your room, and after that I get to spend the day playing with him."
A long pause and she's ready to refuse, until she sees the brand new needle he'd taking out, wrapped in plastic. He must've taken it from a hospital, or even gone to the needle-trading place they'd opened up. She'd heard about that and still thought it was a con to arrest people, but Charlie went there occasionally - someone could trade their dirty needles in for clean, free of charge. She doesn't get it.
Now, she stares before quickly taking it. It takes but seconds for her to melt down the powder, and a small prick is all she feels before there's pure pleasure. When a bright purple pill with a butterfly is offered to her, she takes it without question, swallowing it. Maybe some E will get her in the mood.
* * *
It definitely does. Upon arriving home, she barely has a chance to check on Aaron before she's dragging Charlie to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes and having him sink deep inside her from every which way. They finally finish when eight o'clock rolls around, the time that Aaron normally gets up.
Claire dresses quickly, only to give herself another quick dose of heroin - this time a small bit swallowed but within seconds she's wondering her own name - and she walks out to find Charlie taking a picture quickly with her holding the bag.
She's too drugged to ask coherent questions, but he holds up a set of custody papers, making her obviously confused.
"If you don't let me see my son, I'll take him from you. And this time, I have proof it's you using the drugs too, not just me."
All she can do is smile as she watches him, because he's holding Aaron against his hip like he used to. And his hair's pretty, so it's doubly good. "I like your hip hair." A pause and she changes it to, "I like your hair. It's pretty. And Aaron there. On your hip. It's pretty too. And he's pretty. 'cause he is." She pats Charlie's other hip, the one closest to her, as if to prove her point though she forgot which one it was.
Charlie puts down the papers slowly, shifts Aaron, and then helps her over to the couch. They'd both known he'd picked her up for more reasons than just to be cordial with her, but as he moves some of her hair behind her ear and then gets her something to drink while talking to Aaron, at least one of them isn't so sure anymore.