Fic: Good for Something (Claire/Boone)
Title: Good for Something
Rating: PG
Summary: What she’s doing…it’s about moving forward by honoring what had happened, what had been lost.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For eponine119, for the luau at lostsquee, who wanted unconventional pairings. This doesn't rise quite to the level of shipping that I wanted it to, but hopefully it's acceptable. Used for lostpicksix, prompt #13: chance encounter. Set sometime during ‘Walkabout’.
“Claire, right?”
Claire looks up, squints against the sun. “Yeah,” she answers. “Boone?” He nods. He’s cute. And he has what have to be the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. She smiles up at him and he smiles back.
“I heard you were putting together some…memorial stuff for the people that…didn’t make it.” He doesn’t say ‘died’. She notices that. They’re surrounded by it, but he doesn’t call attention to it by name. She likes that.
What she’s doing…it’s about moving forward by honoring what had happened, what had been lost.
“Yeah, I am,” she replies. Jack wouldn’t, and a part of her understands that. It’s ugly and painful. And she knows that - ironically enough - doctors aren’t very good at dealing with death. She understands why he left it all to her.
It’s just as well. She can do this herself.
“I thought these might help.” He hands her a few date books and wallets. “I found them in the jungle, over there,” he tells her, pointing towards a line of trees.
“Thank you,” she says, setting them on top of the pile in her lap. She shifts around the things she’s looking through, giving him a place to sit so he doesn’t have to hover over her anymore. He sits down.
“I just wanna feel…useful,” he tells her. She gets that. Smiling over at him, she sets a stack of papers and wallets in his lap. He looks up at her, surprised and probably a bit confused.
“You can help me go through these,” she says. Truth be told, it does feel a bit morbid, going through the belongings of the dead all by herself. It’ll be nice to have some company.
He smiles over at her, then looks down at his lap, unfolding the papers at the top of the pile. “Thanks,” he replies.
“Thank you,” she says, popping open the clasp of one of the wallets he’d handed her. He’s right, she thinks. It’s nice to feel good for something again.
Rating: PG
Summary: What she’s doing…it’s about moving forward by honoring what had happened, what had been lost.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For eponine119, for the luau at lostsquee, who wanted unconventional pairings. This doesn't rise quite to the level of shipping that I wanted it to, but hopefully it's acceptable. Used for lostpicksix, prompt #13: chance encounter. Set sometime during ‘Walkabout’.
“Claire, right?”
Claire looks up, squints against the sun. “Yeah,” she answers. “Boone?” He nods. He’s cute. And he has what have to be the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. She smiles up at him and he smiles back.
“I heard you were putting together some…memorial stuff for the people that…didn’t make it.” He doesn’t say ‘died’. She notices that. They’re surrounded by it, but he doesn’t call attention to it by name. She likes that.
What she’s doing…it’s about moving forward by honoring what had happened, what had been lost.
“Yeah, I am,” she replies. Jack wouldn’t, and a part of her understands that. It’s ugly and painful. And she knows that - ironically enough - doctors aren’t very good at dealing with death. She understands why he left it all to her.
It’s just as well. She can do this herself.
“I thought these might help.” He hands her a few date books and wallets. “I found them in the jungle, over there,” he tells her, pointing towards a line of trees.
“Thank you,” she says, setting them on top of the pile in her lap. She shifts around the things she’s looking through, giving him a place to sit so he doesn’t have to hover over her anymore. He sits down.
“I just wanna feel…useful,” he tells her. She gets that. Smiling over at him, she sets a stack of papers and wallets in his lap. He looks up at her, surprised and probably a bit confused.
“You can help me go through these,” she says. Truth be told, it does feel a bit morbid, going through the belongings of the dead all by herself. It’ll be nice to have some company.
He smiles over at her, then looks down at his lap, unfolding the papers at the top of the pile. “Thanks,” he replies.
“Thank you,” she says, popping open the clasp of one of the wallets he’d handed her. He’s right, she thinks. It’s nice to feel good for something again.