This Empty Husk is All That's Left - Lost - Claire/Daniel
Title: This Empty Husk is All That's Left
Pairing: Claire/Daniel (sort of)
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: When Claire returns, something about her has changed.
Lying on her back, her supernatural eyes don't stop watching him. She's been like this since she first strode out of the jungle, unharmed, over a week ago. The other survivors tell him that something is different about her - something has changed. They look to him for the answers.
You're a scientist, aren't you? Miles had said.
And Daniel had wanted to explain that that made him less equipped to deal with this, not more. He deals with numbers and chemicals and equations. Facts. Not people. Not this.
"You don't need to be scared of me, Daniel," Claire says. Australia still pounds through her accent, warm and earthy, but her blue eyes sparkle with a sharpness that doesn't seem quite right. "I'm not here to hurt you. Any of you."
"That's-" He pauses to find the right word, then mumbles, "encouraging." He doesn't move from his spot near the entrance of the tent.
"You're sweet, did you know that? Did my Charlotte ever tell you that? She should."
Your Charlotte? he wants to ask, but his throat freezes.
"You should be careful, Dan. I like sweet guys."
He doesn't know why, doesn't know how, but that sounds like an honest to God threat if ever he heard one.
"Charlie. Boone. You never met them, I guess. Shame. You will." She smiles, and Daniel's surprised to find that she doesn't have fangs where teeth should be. "I promise."
"You're not Claire," he rasps. "Are you?"
"No. Not exactly."
Her hair is like the sand itself; her eyes the colour of the turbulent sea. She lies peacefully in the tent, watching him and biding her time.
"I'm here… I'm- I'm going to, ah, run a few tests? Just experiments, to - well - see if we cant work out what's… happened. To you, I mean."
Her tongue wets her bottom lip, pink over pink, and she smiles devilishly. "Knock yourself out, handsome," she invites, welcoming.
He can run all the tests he likes.
On this island, Daniel has the sinking feeling that science is finally going to fail him.
Pairing: Claire/Daniel (sort of)
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: When Claire returns, something about her has changed.
Lying on her back, her supernatural eyes don't stop watching him. She's been like this since she first strode out of the jungle, unharmed, over a week ago. The other survivors tell him that something is different about her - something has changed. They look to him for the answers.
You're a scientist, aren't you? Miles had said.
And Daniel had wanted to explain that that made him less equipped to deal with this, not more. He deals with numbers and chemicals and equations. Facts. Not people. Not this.
"You don't need to be scared of me, Daniel," Claire says. Australia still pounds through her accent, warm and earthy, but her blue eyes sparkle with a sharpness that doesn't seem quite right. "I'm not here to hurt you. Any of you."
"That's-" He pauses to find the right word, then mumbles, "encouraging." He doesn't move from his spot near the entrance of the tent.
"You're sweet, did you know that? Did my Charlotte ever tell you that? She should."
Your Charlotte? he wants to ask, but his throat freezes.
"You should be careful, Dan. I like sweet guys."
He doesn't know why, doesn't know how, but that sounds like an honest to God threat if ever he heard one.
"Charlie. Boone. You never met them, I guess. Shame. You will." She smiles, and Daniel's surprised to find that she doesn't have fangs where teeth should be. "I promise."
"You're not Claire," he rasps. "Are you?"
"No. Not exactly."
Her hair is like the sand itself; her eyes the colour of the turbulent sea. She lies peacefully in the tent, watching him and biding her time.
"I'm here… I'm- I'm going to, ah, run a few tests? Just experiments, to - well - see if we cant work out what's… happened. To you, I mean."
Her tongue wets her bottom lip, pink over pink, and she smiles devilishly. "Knock yourself out, handsome," she invites, welcoming.
He can run all the tests he likes.
On this island, Daniel has the sinking feeling that science is finally going to fail him.