Fic: "Paranormal", LOST, Claire, Jack, Gen
Here is the first ficlet of the season... it turned out a little weird and not really shippy, but I hope you like it KC!
Title: Paranormal
Fandom: LOST
Rating/Word count: Gen, 447 words
For crickets, who requested LOST, Claire/Jack, "can you hear me?"
No warning necessary, though it could be considered spoilery for the end of the series.
Claire is coming back from the grocery store - juggling three bags that are too heavy and could rip any second - when she almost gets bowled over by a young girl getting out of a building in a hurry. One of the bag's handle snaps and the whole content almost gets thrown to the ground. Fortunately, only a few cans and a stray avocado roll away.
"What the hell?" Claire exclaims, not even sorry for her own lack of manners (it's been a rough day).
The girl, maybe seventeen, turns big watery eyes on her and mumbles an apology before bolting down the street as if her pants are on fire (they are not). Curious at what could have made her that upset, Claire checks the building and sees a bronze sign advertising Miss Kiko, Medium. She can't help the derisive snort, but it's mostly because she's thinking at how naive she once was, too.
"You know some are the real deal," Jack says.
Claire rolls her eyes as she crouches to the ground, examining the damaged bag and gathering the food that tried to escape.
"I can't believe you are the one saying that, Mr. Skeptic," she answers. The handle is cut right off, which means she'll have to redistribute the content in the two others bags.
"Well... I died and I'm now haunting my half sister, it gives perspective," Jack says, leaning on the building, hands in his jean pockets. She would have thought that Jack's ghost would be temperamental and high strung, but he's mostly calm.
"Sure. You do know that talking to you when we're in public makes me look crazy, right? Well crazier," Claire says, and right on cue a passer by gives her a pitying look. She reins in the impulse to stick her tongue out.
"Sorry." Jack doesn't look repentant at all. He'd said that it took him a while to be able to communicate with her (or with anyone). Claire's pretty sure that he's not about to stop following her everywhere now that he can have a conversation. Most days she doesn't even mind.
"You should develop some telekinesis, that would be useful," Claire says, hauling her bags up again. They are so heavy, ugh.
"I've been practicing," Jack says. "Soon."
She's not even surprised to learn that: it's in Jack's nature to be an overachiever, after all. But right now he's pretty useless so she's the one to haul the bounty home.
They fall in step easily on the path to the house.
Title: Paranormal
Fandom: LOST
Rating/Word count: Gen, 447 words
For crickets, who requested LOST, Claire/Jack, "can you hear me?"
No warning necessary, though it could be considered spoilery for the end of the series.
Claire is coming back from the grocery store - juggling three bags that are too heavy and could rip any second - when she almost gets bowled over by a young girl getting out of a building in a hurry. One of the bag's handle snaps and the whole content almost gets thrown to the ground. Fortunately, only a few cans and a stray avocado roll away.
"What the hell?" Claire exclaims, not even sorry for her own lack of manners (it's been a rough day).
The girl, maybe seventeen, turns big watery eyes on her and mumbles an apology before bolting down the street as if her pants are on fire (they are not). Curious at what could have made her that upset, Claire checks the building and sees a bronze sign advertising Miss Kiko, Medium. She can't help the derisive snort, but it's mostly because she's thinking at how naive she once was, too.
"You know some are the real deal," Jack says.
Claire rolls her eyes as she crouches to the ground, examining the damaged bag and gathering the food that tried to escape.
"I can't believe you are the one saying that, Mr. Skeptic," she answers. The handle is cut right off, which means she'll have to redistribute the content in the two others bags.
"Well... I died and I'm now haunting my half sister, it gives perspective," Jack says, leaning on the building, hands in his jean pockets. She would have thought that Jack's ghost would be temperamental and high strung, but he's mostly calm.
"Sure. You do know that talking to you when we're in public makes me look crazy, right? Well crazier," Claire says, and right on cue a passer by gives her a pitying look. She reins in the impulse to stick her tongue out.
"Sorry." Jack doesn't look repentant at all. He'd said that it took him a while to be able to communicate with her (or with anyone). Claire's pretty sure that he's not about to stop following her everywhere now that he can have a conversation. Most days she doesn't even mind.
"You should develop some telekinesis, that would be useful," Claire says, hauling her bags up again. They are so heavy, ugh.
"I've been practicing," Jack says. "Soon."
She's not even surprised to learn that: it's in Jack's nature to be an overachiever, after all. But right now he's pretty useless so she's the one to haul the bounty home.
They fall in step easily on the path to the house.