Charlie/Claire fic - Mood Music
Title: Mood Music
Author: Miss Courtadoo
Rating: PG
Pairings: Charlie/Claire with a side of Jack/Kate
Length: 1397 words
Genre: Fluff, humor
Summary: Charlie and Claire take a late night walk on the beach while Charlie plays some of his favorite songs.
Warnings: Light spoilers through 2.05
Disclaimer: Alas, I own none of the characters from Lost, they belong to JJ Abrams and ABC. The song lyrics belong to the amazing man named Jim Croce. I only own the plot. Sad.
Author's Notes: Because we are lacking in the C/C department for the past few weeks and because there's no new episode this week, this is a little treat I was planning on writing for a while, just never took the time to do it. It's sugary sweet-ness, so I hope you peanut butter shippers enjoy!
Mood Music
Charlie stuck his head around the tree to see Jack and Kate staring intently at each other by the fire.
"Hey, have either of you seen Claire?"
Then Kate blinked. "Ah, damn you, Charlie! He won again. I call a rematch, Charlie distracted me!"
"Well, I know I am quite the-" Charlie began, but Jack cut him off.
"That's why it's called a staring contest, Kate." Jack chuckled. "To keep staring despite distractions."
"I don't care, I want a rematch!" she said, shoving him playfully.
"Okay, fine. But I'm telling you... you can't beat me."
Charlie only rolled his eyes. "Guys... Claire?"
Jack looked up. "Oh, right. I think she was laying down Aaron."
"Yeah, she left just as the baby started to cry, he was breaking our concentration." Kate grew still and locked her gaze on Jack once again.
Charlie smirked. "Hey, I know how to fix this staring problem once and for all, Kate."
She whirled around. "Really? How?"
"Just give him a good snog."
Charlie watched in pure enjoyment as both faces turned beet red, then he turned to go find Claire.
"I cannot believe he just said that..." he heard Kate mutter, who was now probably averting her eyes to anything but Jack.
"Well, he does have a point..."
"Claire, you in the-"
The young mother moved swiftly beyond the curtain of the baby's room to cover Charlie's mouth with her hand. Her touch send shivers down his spine, though she didn't seem to notice as she turned back to the tent to hear any obvious signs of the child waking. After a moment of glaring at him, her features softened almost into silent giggles, and she took hold of his hand, leading him away from the tent.
"I didn't mean to scare you, Charlie," she whispered, "but do you know how long it took me to finally get that boy to sleep?"
"Till now, obviously."
Her hand once again flew to his mouth and she stood on her tiptoes to look sharply into his eyes. "And you are far too loud for your own good."
After a moment, she giggled again and kissed him on the nose, pulling him back into her camp.
"So why were you looking for me?" she asked quietly. "And where is that damn peanut butter jar?"
Charlie smiled at the thought of the peanut butter, but he was cringing on the inside. "Well, you've been up with Aaron all day, just forget it..."
"No, tell me," she said eagerly.
Charlie hesitated, but when Claire cleared her throat, Charlie couldn't help but smile. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk on the beach, but it's getting kinda late so-"
"I'd love to." she piped up. "I love going on walks with you, it's something I look forward too whenever Aaron is asleep."
"Anything to help the little mother relax." Charlie commented.
"See, you are so sweet." she said with a smile, throwing a blanket off the cot to reveal a half empty jar of peanut butter. "Ah, there you are! I knew there was still some left over the from the other night. Little bugger thought it could hide from me...."
"So you often talk to peanut butter jars?" Charlie asked. "If so, we could go talk to Jack before our little escapade..."
"Shut your mouth, Charlie Pace!" she laughed. "You know I'm bringing this peanut butter for you."
Charlie then pulled her close, and covered her mouth with his own hand, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Shhh, don't lie in front of the baby! I refuse to let you raise our child this way."
He hadn't meant to sound so paternal, but Claire caught his full meaning, and looked up at him adoringly. Charlie quickly removed his hand, anxiety boiling over.
"You really would make a good daddy, you know?" she said, gathering her blanket and the peanut butter jar. "Some girl is going to be really lucky."
"Yeah..." Charlie said, quite unsure of himself at the moment. "Listen, I'm going to run back to my camp to get guitar, I'll meet you by the fire."
She nodded, and turned to check on Aaron once more, when Charlie suddenly remembered how he'd left Jack and Kate by the fire. "Um, on second thought, you stay here, I'll just be right back."
It was a beautiful night on the beach; the stars were out and dancing across the sky, and the waves were breaking on the edge of shore. Charlie and Claire had picked a spot where the moon was shining and the wind wasn't blowing, so they laid out the blanket, and Claire was requested random songs for him to play. But she had stumped him with this one. He paused in his guitar picking and looked up at her. "My favorite what?"
"Band, artist, singer." she smiled, sticking a peanut butter covered finger in her mouth. "Who inspired you to become a musician?"
Charlie pondered this long and hard, wanting to be truthful. "Well, I've always admired the Beatles, they were just such great men."
Claire swallowed and nodded emphatically. "I agree."
"I've been a fan of Sir Elton John, even though he is kinda..." Charlie's voice trailed off as a strange expression crossed his face and made Claire laugh.
"I love Sting, Queen and Santana, all talented musicians." he said, recovering from his own laughter. "But my favorite old American singer has to be Jim Croce."
Claire only shrugged. "Never heard of him."
Charlie gasped dramatically. "You've never... woman, how can you say you've never heard of the man they call Jim Croce?"
"I don't know, I just haven't."
"Well, surely you've heard 'Time in a Bottle?'"
Charlie strummed the first few chords and sang the first line or two, but Claire was still shaking her head.
"Hmmm, okay. What about 'Leroy Brown?'"
He then proceeded to dramatically rock out to his song of choice causing Claire to roll over the blanket in tears of laughter.
“Not that one, either, eh?” Charlie chuckled. After looking thoughtfully at Claire, he strummed the chords to a new song, a softer, smoother song. “How about this one?”
His voice as he sang was warm and heavy, filling the air and surrounding Claire body and soul. He didn’t look up; he was focusing on the words of the song.
Well, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know it's kind of strange
But every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Every time the time was right
All the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song.
When he finally did look up, Claire was smiling. She shook off the blanket and set down the jar of peanut butter. She then made her way to Charlie, moved aside the guitar and straddled his lap.
“It was a lovely song, Charlie.” she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m glad you liked it.” he said with a smile.
She hesitated for a moment before she said, “Did you mean it?”
He pulled her close, and cheek to cheek, he whispered in her ear, “Every word.”
She held him tight, letting the words linger, relishing the warmth he gave, the strength he shared. “Good,” she whispered back, the pulling back to smile at him. ”Because I love you too.”
And with that she kissed him, gently pushing him down onto the blanket, the peanut butter long forgotten.
FIN
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Author: Miss Courtadoo
Rating: PG
Pairings: Charlie/Claire with a side of Jack/Kate
Length: 1397 words
Genre: Fluff, humor
Summary: Charlie and Claire take a late night walk on the beach while Charlie plays some of his favorite songs.
Warnings: Light spoilers through 2.05
Disclaimer: Alas, I own none of the characters from Lost, they belong to JJ Abrams and ABC. The song lyrics belong to the amazing man named Jim Croce. I only own the plot. Sad.
Author's Notes: Because we are lacking in the C/C department for the past few weeks and because there's no new episode this week, this is a little treat I was planning on writing for a while, just never took the time to do it. It's sugary sweet-ness, so I hope you peanut butter shippers enjoy!
Mood Music
Charlie stuck his head around the tree to see Jack and Kate staring intently at each other by the fire.
"Hey, have either of you seen Claire?"
Then Kate blinked. "Ah, damn you, Charlie! He won again. I call a rematch, Charlie distracted me!"
"Well, I know I am quite the-" Charlie began, but Jack cut him off.
"That's why it's called a staring contest, Kate." Jack chuckled. "To keep staring despite distractions."
"I don't care, I want a rematch!" she said, shoving him playfully.
"Okay, fine. But I'm telling you... you can't beat me."
Charlie only rolled his eyes. "Guys... Claire?"
Jack looked up. "Oh, right. I think she was laying down Aaron."
"Yeah, she left just as the baby started to cry, he was breaking our concentration." Kate grew still and locked her gaze on Jack once again.
Charlie smirked. "Hey, I know how to fix this staring problem once and for all, Kate."
She whirled around. "Really? How?"
"Just give him a good snog."
Charlie watched in pure enjoyment as both faces turned beet red, then he turned to go find Claire.
"I cannot believe he just said that..." he heard Kate mutter, who was now probably averting her eyes to anything but Jack.
"Well, he does have a point..."
"Claire, you in the-"
The young mother moved swiftly beyond the curtain of the baby's room to cover Charlie's mouth with her hand. Her touch send shivers down his spine, though she didn't seem to notice as she turned back to the tent to hear any obvious signs of the child waking. After a moment of glaring at him, her features softened almost into silent giggles, and she took hold of his hand, leading him away from the tent.
"I didn't mean to scare you, Charlie," she whispered, "but do you know how long it took me to finally get that boy to sleep?"
"Till now, obviously."
Her hand once again flew to his mouth and she stood on her tiptoes to look sharply into his eyes. "And you are far too loud for your own good."
After a moment, she giggled again and kissed him on the nose, pulling him back into her camp.
"So why were you looking for me?" she asked quietly. "And where is that damn peanut butter jar?"
Charlie smiled at the thought of the peanut butter, but he was cringing on the inside. "Well, you've been up with Aaron all day, just forget it..."
"No, tell me," she said eagerly.
Charlie hesitated, but when Claire cleared her throat, Charlie couldn't help but smile. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk on the beach, but it's getting kinda late so-"
"I'd love to." she piped up. "I love going on walks with you, it's something I look forward too whenever Aaron is asleep."
"Anything to help the little mother relax." Charlie commented.
"See, you are so sweet." she said with a smile, throwing a blanket off the cot to reveal a half empty jar of peanut butter. "Ah, there you are! I knew there was still some left over the from the other night. Little bugger thought it could hide from me...."
"So you often talk to peanut butter jars?" Charlie asked. "If so, we could go talk to Jack before our little escapade..."
"Shut your mouth, Charlie Pace!" she laughed. "You know I'm bringing this peanut butter for you."
Charlie then pulled her close, and covered her mouth with his own hand, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Shhh, don't lie in front of the baby! I refuse to let you raise our child this way."
He hadn't meant to sound so paternal, but Claire caught his full meaning, and looked up at him adoringly. Charlie quickly removed his hand, anxiety boiling over.
"You really would make a good daddy, you know?" she said, gathering her blanket and the peanut butter jar. "Some girl is going to be really lucky."
"Yeah..." Charlie said, quite unsure of himself at the moment. "Listen, I'm going to run back to my camp to get guitar, I'll meet you by the fire."
She nodded, and turned to check on Aaron once more, when Charlie suddenly remembered how he'd left Jack and Kate by the fire. "Um, on second thought, you stay here, I'll just be right back."
It was a beautiful night on the beach; the stars were out and dancing across the sky, and the waves were breaking on the edge of shore. Charlie and Claire had picked a spot where the moon was shining and the wind wasn't blowing, so they laid out the blanket, and Claire was requested random songs for him to play. But she had stumped him with this one. He paused in his guitar picking and looked up at her. "My favorite what?"
"Band, artist, singer." she smiled, sticking a peanut butter covered finger in her mouth. "Who inspired you to become a musician?"
Charlie pondered this long and hard, wanting to be truthful. "Well, I've always admired the Beatles, they were just such great men."
Claire swallowed and nodded emphatically. "I agree."
"I've been a fan of Sir Elton John, even though he is kinda..." Charlie's voice trailed off as a strange expression crossed his face and made Claire laugh.
"I love Sting, Queen and Santana, all talented musicians." he said, recovering from his own laughter. "But my favorite old American singer has to be Jim Croce."
Claire only shrugged. "Never heard of him."
Charlie gasped dramatically. "You've never... woman, how can you say you've never heard of the man they call Jim Croce?"
"I don't know, I just haven't."
"Well, surely you've heard 'Time in a Bottle?'"
Charlie strummed the first few chords and sang the first line or two, but Claire was still shaking her head.
"Hmmm, okay. What about 'Leroy Brown?'"
He then proceeded to dramatically rock out to his song of choice causing Claire to roll over the blanket in tears of laughter.
“Not that one, either, eh?” Charlie chuckled. After looking thoughtfully at Claire, he strummed the chords to a new song, a softer, smoother song. “How about this one?”
His voice as he sang was warm and heavy, filling the air and surrounding Claire body and soul. He didn’t look up; he was focusing on the words of the song.
Well, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know it's kind of strange
But every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Every time the time was right
All the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song.
When he finally did look up, Claire was smiling. She shook off the blanket and set down the jar of peanut butter. She then made her way to Charlie, moved aside the guitar and straddled his lap.
“It was a lovely song, Charlie.” she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m glad you liked it.” he said with a smile.
She hesitated for a moment before she said, “Did you mean it?”
He pulled her close, and cheek to cheek, he whispered in her ear, “Every word.”
She held him tight, letting the words linger, relishing the warmth he gave, the strength he shared. “Good,” she whispered back, the pulling back to smile at him. ”Because I love you too.”
And with that she kissed him, gently pushing him down onto the blanket, the peanut butter long forgotten.
FIN
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