All I Can Offer - Lost - Charlie/Claire
Title: All I Can Offer
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Word Count: 366
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic. Based on Lemar's Lullaby. Set in S2.
Summary: Claire finds a song written for her from Charlie.
She finds the little sheet of lyrics tucked in the centre of the blankets Charlie had brought her. Even if she didn't recognise the handwriting itself she'd know it was him from the warm glow that spreads in the centre of her chest when she reads it.
She can't trust him. She really can't - he's a lying, unstable addict. How could she have someone like that around her? Around her baby? It's too dangerous, and on this island there is more than enough dangers to fend off without trying to combat an overcomplicated love life at the same time. It's too much to deal with. Thomas only left her recently; she'd still fighting to paste over the cracks in her heart from that unfortunate misjudgement.
But Charlie makes her smile. When he's being normal - when he's being nice - he's like the sun itself and she feels safe in his presence. He's no Sawyer. If the Others ever returned for them, she doubts if Charlie would be able to single-handedly hold them off - but she knows that he'd try. He'd do anything it took to keep her safe.
Looking down the beach, she catches his gaze for a second before he nervously looks away as he notices the sheet of paper that she's holding in her hand.
They could do this. They could be a family, the three of them. All she has to do is give Charlie a second chance.
She thinks about it, biting on her bottom lip, then gathers Aaron from his crib. He shifts and stirs against her but doesn't wake, and she'd swear up and down that he gets heavier every single day.
"So," she says when she sits down beside Charlie, looking at his guitar - that instrument that is so fundamentally him. "What's the tune?"
And he grins, and she's never seen him looking so happy: she'd kiss him right now, the gentle brush of her lips against his, if he wasn't already reaching for his guitar, caressing its strings like she sometimes wishes he'd do to her skin.
The warm feeling in her chest grows as he starts to sing and play - for her.
All that I'm praying for is my love finds her like a lullaby,
Finds her in the night, sings her to sleep.
All that I'm hoping for is my voice finds her like a lullaby,
Sings her to sleep, she'll wake with me
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Word Count: 366
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic. Based on Lemar's Lullaby. Set in S2.
Summary: Claire finds a song written for her from Charlie.
She finds the little sheet of lyrics tucked in the centre of the blankets Charlie had brought her. Even if she didn't recognise the handwriting itself she'd know it was him from the warm glow that spreads in the centre of her chest when she reads it.
She can't trust him. She really can't - he's a lying, unstable addict. How could she have someone like that around her? Around her baby? It's too dangerous, and on this island there is more than enough dangers to fend off without trying to combat an overcomplicated love life at the same time. It's too much to deal with. Thomas only left her recently; she'd still fighting to paste over the cracks in her heart from that unfortunate misjudgement.
But Charlie makes her smile. When he's being normal - when he's being nice - he's like the sun itself and she feels safe in his presence. He's no Sawyer. If the Others ever returned for them, she doubts if Charlie would be able to single-handedly hold them off - but she knows that he'd try. He'd do anything it took to keep her safe.
Looking down the beach, she catches his gaze for a second before he nervously looks away as he notices the sheet of paper that she's holding in her hand.
They could do this. They could be a family, the three of them. All she has to do is give Charlie a second chance.
She thinks about it, biting on her bottom lip, then gathers Aaron from his crib. He shifts and stirs against her but doesn't wake, and she'd swear up and down that he gets heavier every single day.
"So," she says when she sits down beside Charlie, looking at his guitar - that instrument that is so fundamentally him. "What's the tune?"
And he grins, and she's never seen him looking so happy: she'd kiss him right now, the gentle brush of her lips against his, if he wasn't already reaching for his guitar, caressing its strings like she sometimes wishes he'd do to her skin.
The warm feeling in her chest grows as he starts to sing and play - for her.
All that I'm praying for is my love finds her like a lullaby,
Finds her in the night, sings her to sleep.
All that I'm hoping for is my voice finds her like a lullaby,
Sings her to sleep, she'll wake with me