Blanket//Lost//Daniel&Charlotte//G
Title: Blanket
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Charlotte shows Daniel some kindness.
Table/Prompt: Hurt&Comfort/Blanket
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Pretty much short fluff.
"Cold?"
Daniel's eyes flicked to the woman standing in the doorway. Her expression was plain, but her vibrant red hair hinted at a fiery personality lying dormant beneath her ambivalent facade. He recognized her from when he'd first been introduced to the rest of the crew--his team, in particular--by Naomi. Though her face tickled his memory, it did not produce a name by which to call her, embarrassingly enough. What had she presented herself as? An anthropologist, he believed. But what had she said her name was? Arlette, maybe? Charlene?
"A little," he confessed aloud while still contemplating the woman's name.
She tossed him a blanket. "Here. You'll need it."
"Thanks," he said, accepting it gratefully.
Ironically enough, the blanket was the same cold, grey colour as the bulkhead of the ship that Daniel was now leaning against. Pallid and thin, he was surprised that it offered him much in the way of warmth when he wrapped it around himself, but it did ward off the chill...if only a little bit. Besides, it was the thought that counted, right? At least this woman was showing him kindness, attempting to befriend him while the rest of the crew had practically shun him seconds after he'd stepped aboard. And for reasons beyond his comprehension, though he had his suspicions.
"Don't mention it," she said, taking a seat opposite him. She, too, had a blanket and was keeping it tightly wound around her lithe body. "Heater's gone a bit haywire so says the Captain, but he's got Kevin and a few others working on it. Might get a bit colder before he manages to fix the thing though."
He gave a nod in acknowledgement. He really wished that he could remember her name...It would be quite awkward if he could not.
"You're Daniel Faraday, right?" she began after a short intermission of silence. "The physicist?"
"Yeah," he replied dumbly. "And you're, uh, the anthropologist..."
She seemed to sense his struggle and supplied her name. "Charlotte."
"Charlotte," he repeated, immediate relief flooding him. He made a mental note to not forget her name again. Once is acceptable, twice shows a lack of paying attention or carelessness. While it was true that he could be both at times, neither of which were qualities of his that Daniel wanted to impress upon his new acquaintance. "Sorry, I'm bad with names."
Her small smile was understanding...or patronizing. He couldn't tell which. He briefly wondered how much she'd been told about him, about his condition. Daniel hadn't been told much beyond the basics about the rest of the crew, but that didn't mean that they hadn't been briefed on everything about him. The thought was slightly unnerving to him, making him feel even more self-conscious in the presence of Charlotte. How much did she know about him?
"Hope I didn't interrupt your work," she said, at last.
Daniel followed her gaze to the journal on his lap. "Work? Oh. That. That's just--I mean, I wouldn't call it work, per se..." he stammered out. "You didn't interrupt me."
Again, she delivered that same peculiar smile. "Good to know."
He nodded awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.
Fortunately, he didn't have to as Charlotte concluded the conversation. "Well, shouldn't be more than a few days until we reach the island," she said, standing. "Best take it easy until then, yeah?"
"Yeah," he agreed with another nod.
"Nice talking with you, Daniel," she said.
"You, too," he said. "Oh, and thanks...for the blanket."
She gave him a curt nod and then left the way she'd come. Already, Daniel was feeling a bit warmer than before. He glanced down at his journal, making a brief note in it. The note read: Charlotte - Anthropologist.
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: G
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Charlotte shows Daniel some kindness.
Table/Prompt: Hurt&Comfort/Blanket
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Pretty much short fluff.
"Cold?"
Daniel's eyes flicked to the woman standing in the doorway. Her expression was plain, but her vibrant red hair hinted at a fiery personality lying dormant beneath her ambivalent facade. He recognized her from when he'd first been introduced to the rest of the crew--his team, in particular--by Naomi. Though her face tickled his memory, it did not produce a name by which to call her, embarrassingly enough. What had she presented herself as? An anthropologist, he believed. But what had she said her name was? Arlette, maybe? Charlene?
"A little," he confessed aloud while still contemplating the woman's name.
She tossed him a blanket. "Here. You'll need it."
"Thanks," he said, accepting it gratefully.
Ironically enough, the blanket was the same cold, grey colour as the bulkhead of the ship that Daniel was now leaning against. Pallid and thin, he was surprised that it offered him much in the way of warmth when he wrapped it around himself, but it did ward off the chill...if only a little bit. Besides, it was the thought that counted, right? At least this woman was showing him kindness, attempting to befriend him while the rest of the crew had practically shun him seconds after he'd stepped aboard. And for reasons beyond his comprehension, though he had his suspicions.
"Don't mention it," she said, taking a seat opposite him. She, too, had a blanket and was keeping it tightly wound around her lithe body. "Heater's gone a bit haywire so says the Captain, but he's got Kevin and a few others working on it. Might get a bit colder before he manages to fix the thing though."
He gave a nod in acknowledgement. He really wished that he could remember her name...It would be quite awkward if he could not.
"You're Daniel Faraday, right?" she began after a short intermission of silence. "The physicist?"
"Yeah," he replied dumbly. "And you're, uh, the anthropologist..."
She seemed to sense his struggle and supplied her name. "Charlotte."
"Charlotte," he repeated, immediate relief flooding him. He made a mental note to not forget her name again. Once is acceptable, twice shows a lack of paying attention or carelessness. While it was true that he could be both at times, neither of which were qualities of his that Daniel wanted to impress upon his new acquaintance. "Sorry, I'm bad with names."
Her small smile was understanding...or patronizing. He couldn't tell which. He briefly wondered how much she'd been told about him, about his condition. Daniel hadn't been told much beyond the basics about the rest of the crew, but that didn't mean that they hadn't been briefed on everything about him. The thought was slightly unnerving to him, making him feel even more self-conscious in the presence of Charlotte. How much did she know about him?
"Hope I didn't interrupt your work," she said, at last.
Daniel followed her gaze to the journal on his lap. "Work? Oh. That. That's just--I mean, I wouldn't call it work, per se..." he stammered out. "You didn't interrupt me."
Again, she delivered that same peculiar smile. "Good to know."
He nodded awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.
Fortunately, he didn't have to as Charlotte concluded the conversation. "Well, shouldn't be more than a few days until we reach the island," she said, standing. "Best take it easy until then, yeah?"
"Yeah," he agreed with another nod.
"Nice talking with you, Daniel," she said.
"You, too," he said. "Oh, and thanks...for the blanket."
She gave him a curt nod and then left the way she'd come. Already, Daniel was feeling a bit warmer than before. He glanced down at his journal, making a brief note in it. The note read: Charlotte - Anthropologist.