Your Secret Santa
Yes, I know I just posted a fic, but this idea just came to me as I listened to my disney princess christmas cd :D It's Christmas oriented...er...sorry for the delay! lol
Title: Your Secret Santa
Rating: G
Pairing: Claire/Sawyer
Summary: It's Christmas on the island
Sun looked up as the shadow fell over her. "Yes, Sawyer?" she asked in that gentle tone of hers. She noted that the man looked uncomfortable, but she looked back to her project.
Sawyer squatted before her. "I hear you're makin' some stockin's."
Sun looked up. "Yes...I hoped it would make things a little more festive."
Sawyer nodded and looked up the beach, then raked his hand through his hair. "Do you have a spare?"
"A spare?" Sun asked, not sure exactly what he meant.
Sawyer grunted and looked down, hating to have to continue further. "Yeah...I kinda....well, I wa--need one."
Sun smiled and retrieved a blue stocking from the small pile she had sewn the day before. "How about this one?"
Sawyer nodded and smiled. "Yeah, it's perfect." He stood and looked down to her. "What do I owe ya?"
Sun smiled up to him. "You may consider it a Christmas gift."
~*~*~*~
Claire sighed heavily the next morning as she awoke. It was Christmas morning! But this year, Christmas didn't have the festivity as it usually did. She dug her dayplanner from her carry on bag to check the date. Yep, it was Christmas...but it certainly didn't seem that way. There weren't Christmas decorations, wrapped gifts, or a big dinner cooking. She knew it was selfish to focus on the things she missed, considering she survived a plane crash, but she couldn't help it.
Claire threw the ratty blanket off her body and frowned slightly when something landed on the sand with a thump. She leaned down and carefully retrieved what appeared to be a stocking. It was made of blue material with a little fur lining the top. It was obvious that it was made of shredded clothes, but there were great details about it that resembled an actual stocking.
She felt along the stocking---all kinds of bumps and points stuck the pads of her fingers. Claire scanned the island---no one else was awake. She sat indian-style outside of her tent and fished her hand inside. She squealed when she fished out a brush. A brush!!!! She happily started brushing her hair. The rats and tangles hurt, but it felt so good to brush her hair! Once her hair was free of tangles, she brushed through her long golden locks the standard one-hundred times, just as she did at home. She smiled and set the brush on her bed as she ran her fingers through her soft hair.
Claire bit her lip as she stuck her hand inside and dug out a package of ballpoint pens. She squealed again and hugged the package to her chest. She wouldn't run out of pens anymore! She could keep writing in her diary!! She set the pens on the bed along with the brush. The next thing she pulled out was a bar of chocolate. She scanned the beach again before ripping open the package and taking a small bite. She sighed aloud and closed her eyes as the intoxicating flavor melted in her mouth. How she had craved chocolate. She opened her eyes and carefully folded back the foil and set the chocolate bar aside.
Claire scanned the beach again---who in the world had been so wonderful to her? She dug into the stocking again and squealed again when she pulled out a blue halter with sparkles around the neckline. She ran her fingers along the studs and smiled. She was lacking in clothes that could fit her since she was no longer pregnant, but this would be perfect!
There was one more thing in the stocking. Claire drove her fingers to the bottom and pulled back an unopened pacifier. She smiled and glanced to the sleeping Aaron. This was perfect for him! She set the package on her bed and marveled over her gifts. She set the stocking next to her treasures and gasped when a card fell out. The first thing she noticed was that it was not Charlie's handwriting. In fact, it looked like a woman's---whoever had been so kind to her wanted to keep it private. She unfolded the card and read Merry Christmas, Claire. Love, Your Secret Santa
Claire smiled widely and skipped to the shore with her cloth to clean up and start the day.
Sawyer watched her and smiled. He had seen her eyes light up with each present she pulled out. He had been able to give her a good Christmas after all.
Title: Your Secret Santa
Rating: G
Pairing: Claire/Sawyer
Summary: It's Christmas on the island
Sun looked up as the shadow fell over her. "Yes, Sawyer?" she asked in that gentle tone of hers. She noted that the man looked uncomfortable, but she looked back to her project.
Sawyer squatted before her. "I hear you're makin' some stockin's."
Sun looked up. "Yes...I hoped it would make things a little more festive."
Sawyer nodded and looked up the beach, then raked his hand through his hair. "Do you have a spare?"
"A spare?" Sun asked, not sure exactly what he meant.
Sawyer grunted and looked down, hating to have to continue further. "Yeah...I kinda....well, I wa--need one."
Sun smiled and retrieved a blue stocking from the small pile she had sewn the day before. "How about this one?"
Sawyer nodded and smiled. "Yeah, it's perfect." He stood and looked down to her. "What do I owe ya?"
Sun smiled up to him. "You may consider it a Christmas gift."
~*~*~*~
Claire sighed heavily the next morning as she awoke. It was Christmas morning! But this year, Christmas didn't have the festivity as it usually did. She dug her dayplanner from her carry on bag to check the date. Yep, it was Christmas...but it certainly didn't seem that way. There weren't Christmas decorations, wrapped gifts, or a big dinner cooking. She knew it was selfish to focus on the things she missed, considering she survived a plane crash, but she couldn't help it.
Claire threw the ratty blanket off her body and frowned slightly when something landed on the sand with a thump. She leaned down and carefully retrieved what appeared to be a stocking. It was made of blue material with a little fur lining the top. It was obvious that it was made of shredded clothes, but there were great details about it that resembled an actual stocking.
She felt along the stocking---all kinds of bumps and points stuck the pads of her fingers. Claire scanned the island---no one else was awake. She sat indian-style outside of her tent and fished her hand inside. She squealed when she fished out a brush. A brush!!!! She happily started brushing her hair. The rats and tangles hurt, but it felt so good to brush her hair! Once her hair was free of tangles, she brushed through her long golden locks the standard one-hundred times, just as she did at home. She smiled and set the brush on her bed as she ran her fingers through her soft hair.
Claire bit her lip as she stuck her hand inside and dug out a package of ballpoint pens. She squealed again and hugged the package to her chest. She wouldn't run out of pens anymore! She could keep writing in her diary!! She set the pens on the bed along with the brush. The next thing she pulled out was a bar of chocolate. She scanned the beach again before ripping open the package and taking a small bite. She sighed aloud and closed her eyes as the intoxicating flavor melted in her mouth. How she had craved chocolate. She opened her eyes and carefully folded back the foil and set the chocolate bar aside.
Claire scanned the beach again---who in the world had been so wonderful to her? She dug into the stocking again and squealed again when she pulled out a blue halter with sparkles around the neckline. She ran her fingers along the studs and smiled. She was lacking in clothes that could fit her since she was no longer pregnant, but this would be perfect!
There was one more thing in the stocking. Claire drove her fingers to the bottom and pulled back an unopened pacifier. She smiled and glanced to the sleeping Aaron. This was perfect for him! She set the package on her bed and marveled over her gifts. She set the stocking next to her treasures and gasped when a card fell out. The first thing she noticed was that it was not Charlie's handwriting. In fact, it looked like a woman's---whoever had been so kind to her wanted to keep it private. She unfolded the card and read Merry Christmas, Claire. Love, Your Secret Santa
Claire smiled widely and skipped to the shore with her cloth to clean up and start the day.
Sawyer watched her and smiled. He had seen her eyes light up with each present she pulled out. He had been able to give her a good Christmas after all.