Challenge #37
Title: And His Name Is Desmond
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Claire/Desmond
Warning: Season 2 spoilers, especially the finale
Summary: Claire is drawn to the unique being known as Desmond
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Lost
Claire watched as Sayid, Jack, and Sawyer leapt into the water, swimming towards the boat. She flinched when she heard several rounds of gunshots and hoped everything was okay. This might be their chance to actually make it off the island. She was surprised to say the least, when they came back with the boat and a disheveled man. She heard Charlie mumble something under his breath about the man, but she ignored it.
“Back up,” Jack told everyone as they started to crowd around. The castaways scattered about and went back to what they were doing. Some of them stuck around to see what was going on, but figured it wasn’t that much important.
“Aye, back again,” the man said, swinging his arms up into the air. He twirled around once before landing on the ground.
“Moron,” Charlie mumbled and took Claire by the arm. “Let’s go.”
“No,” Claire said, jerking her arm back. “I want to see what is going on.”
“Nothing important, I can tell you that. Unless you like watching someone who is drunk off their rocker,” he sneered.
Claire turned to look at him and snapped, “if you don’t want to see what is going on, or don’t care, then why don’t you leave?”
“Fine,” Charlie said, walking off. “Bloody woman.”
Claire heard it but didn’t respond. She wouldn’t stoop to his level of immaturity. Claire watched as the other three men pulled the small boat onto the beach. It was a fine sailing boat and she wondered where he could have gotten it from.
“How many bloody weeks was it?” the man shouted. “Going in nothing but circles! CIRCLES!”
Claire held Aaron in one arm and covered her mouth with her other hand. She tried not to laugh, but the man was quite comical. She watched as he lifted himself off of the sand and started to stagger about.
“Jus’ get used to this place, it’ll be the last thing you see before you die!” he shouted before taking a swig from his bottle.
“I’m not going to be able to take that drunken pirate if he keeps on,” Sawyer frowned. Jack shook his head and sighed.
“We have other things to do, let’s go,” he said, walking off and leaving Sawyer and Sayid behind. Sawyer grumbled and followed after the doctor.
~~~
Claire was rocking the cradle back and forth, trying to get Aaron to sleep for his nap. She heard a lot of people talking about the newcomer and heard that it was the man that was down in the hatch for three years. Desmond was his name. He had taken off as soon as Locke had blown the door to the hatch off.
Claire looked down at the medical kit that Charlie had given her and picked it up. She opened it and took out the thing that was suppose to administer the shot. A voice startled her and she looked up to see Desmond swaggering towards her, another bottle in hand.
“You’re wasting your time sister,” he slurred. Claire didn’t say anything but lift up an eyebrow and glanced back down at the kit. She put the thing back and closed the case, laying it back down in the sand.
“Used it for three bloody long years, didn’t do a damn thing,” his eyes widened slightly. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a swig of the liquor. “Is it yours?”
“What?” Claire looked at him confused. “Oh, yeah.”
“Is the father on this island?” he sat not too far away from her.
“No, he’s not,” she frowned.
Desmond nodded his head, “jus’ figured that- that thing that was standin’ next to you was him.”
“Charlie?” Claire’s stomach twisted inside. “No, he’s not the father. He thinks he is, but he isn’t.”
“Good,” was all he said before getting up and leaving.
‘Good?’ Claire thought. ‘What did he mean by that?’
Claire watched as he walked over to where a bag of his was laying. She figured it had more alcohol in it. She doubted he needed anymore, but that wasn’t for her to say.
~~~
Later that evening Charlie was sitting next to Claire, going on about how he couldn’t hear and a little bit about how he braved everything down in the hatch. Claire had asked him what was going on, but he wouldn’t give her a straight answer.
‘Asshole,’ she thought.
“…there was a big explosion and I jumped to the side in the nick of time!” he went on, dragging the tale on like it was a action movie.
“Oh my god,” Claire exclaimed as she watched three banged up figures emerge from the jungle. She leapt to her feet and went racing towards the figures. Locke was trying to support himself and Eko as best as he could. Claire caught Desmond as he tripped over his own feet. He struggled to keep him up, but Jin appeared and helped her.
They brought them over to the fire where Claire was sitting with Charlie. Claire and Jin propped Desmond up against the tree log. Locke and Eko followed suit, both slumping down onto the ground. Sayid, who was making sure that the boat was secure, came rushing over to see what was going on. Jin said something to Sun in Korean and she nodded her head. The Asian woman running off to get some water and rags.
“What happened?” Claire asked, her eyes fearful and sad.
“…the hatch…magnetic field…” Locke wheezed out.
“So that was that loud noise and blinding light,” Claire pursed her lips together in thought. Sun returned with a bucket of water and several rags. Claire took one and dipped it into the water and began to clean Desmond’s face off. Her hands were shaking as she tried to clean all the blood off. She wasn’t a doctor, like Jack, but she knew she had to do something.
Sun, Jin, and Sayid took care of Locke and Eko while Claire took care of Desmond. She quietly but steadily worked quickly to clean him up. She would have to check to make sure he didn’t have any cuts anywhere. If he did, she would not know what to do. That was Jack’s job, healing people. If he needed stitches, there would be no way she could help him. She could try, but she would not want to give him an infection or even worse, hurt him.
“Ah…what’s going on?” Desmond groaned. Claire was jolted out of her thoughts by his voice.
“Stay still,” she said, gently pushing him back down. “You were injured.”
“Wha? What happened?”
“That’s something that I would like to know,” she mumbled, wringing the rag out.
Desmond hissed when Claire pressed the rag too tightly to his cut, “ack! That’s something you don’t want to know lassie.”
“That’s what everyone tells me,” Claire frowned. “I’m not a moron.”
“Didn’t say you were, just figured you wouldn’t want to hear half a story when I’m about to pass out,” Desmond said and with that, he did what he said, and passed out again.
Claire gave the man a shake and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him breathe deeply. She should have let someone else take care of him, but she did it instead. She didn’t know why she was instantly drawn to the strange man, but she was. Claire worked the rest of the night, cleaning his cuts and making sure that he was still breathing. Sometime during the night she fell asleep, the rag still clutched in her hand.
~~~
The next morning, Claire woke up to someone moaning and complaining. She cracked open her eyes and saw Desmond trying to sit up. She instantly went to his side and helped steady him.
“You shouldn’t be moving around,” she said.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“No, you’re not,” she argued.
“I don’t need any help,” he said, swatting her away from him.
Claire clutched her hand and frowned at him, “what the hell is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem…where is my bottle of Jack?” Desmond mumbled to himself, trying to search for the bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Is that all you can think about is drinking?” Claire snapped.
“Right now, yes! It is the most important thing, because I need a drink,” he said, standing to his feet and wobbling slightly.
“Impossible,” Claire muttered.
Desmond turned his head to look at her, “what’s your name?”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Why should I tell you?”
Desmond shrugged his shoulders, “don’t, fine by me.”
“Claire,” she finally told him.
“Nice to meet you Claire,” Desmond extended his hand. “My name is Desmond.”
Claire stared at his extended hand and took it, giving it a slight shake, “so I have heard.”
“Now, can you do me a favor sweet Claire and help me find my bottle of Jack?” he swayed on his feet. Claire stood up and followed him, she should have headed back to check on Aaron, but she followed him instead.
“You don’t need it, you were injured and the last thing you need is a drink,” she narrowed her eyes, thinking of Charlie and his drugs.
Desmond laughed and flung his arms into the air, exclaiming, “of course I need a drink! It heals everything, or have you not heard that?”
“No, can’t say that I have,” she said dryly. She couldn’t help but think of how eccentric he was and if he ever was normal in the past.
“You have a lot to learn sister,” he grinned.
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped at him. She watched as Desmond found a bottle, but it was empty. He tossed it towards the ocean with an angry shout. She was intrigued by his behavior and kept following him. Some of the other castaways gave them strange looks, especially him, but she blew them off.
“Ahh…the curse of a woman,” he mumbled. “Makes my liquor disappear.”
“You know, I’m getting really ticked off,” Claire narrowed her eyes.
“Then leave, why stay around then?” he turned on her, his face serious.
Claire did not have a legitimate answer as to why she stayed, “I don’t know. Probably because you are peculiar and different from all the other people here. A bit of an outcast, kind of like me when we first crashed here.”
Desmond saw the sad look in her eyes and on her face. He frowned slightly but then flung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “Tell ya what, you help me find my bottle of Jack, and I will tell you all that has been going on.”
“You will?” she asked, not bothering to shrug his arm off of her shoulders.
“Aye, I will. We’ll have a few drinks and be outcasts together, jus’ you and me and that baby!”
“Aaron,” she corrected him.
Desmond stuck a finger in the air, “right, Aaron! Off we go!”
Claire rolled her eyes and walked with him, not that she had a choice, seeing as he pulled her even closer to him. She breathed in his scent and smiled, he smelt different and she enjoyed it. He was not like the other guys on the island, he was unique, different, and very off-key. She would enjoy getting to know him a lot better, as soon as he sobered up.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Claire/Desmond
Warning: Season 2 spoilers, especially the finale
Summary: Claire is drawn to the unique being known as Desmond
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Lost
Claire watched as Sayid, Jack, and Sawyer leapt into the water, swimming towards the boat. She flinched when she heard several rounds of gunshots and hoped everything was okay. This might be their chance to actually make it off the island. She was surprised to say the least, when they came back with the boat and a disheveled man. She heard Charlie mumble something under his breath about the man, but she ignored it.
“Back up,” Jack told everyone as they started to crowd around. The castaways scattered about and went back to what they were doing. Some of them stuck around to see what was going on, but figured it wasn’t that much important.
“Aye, back again,” the man said, swinging his arms up into the air. He twirled around once before landing on the ground.
“Moron,” Charlie mumbled and took Claire by the arm. “Let’s go.”
“No,” Claire said, jerking her arm back. “I want to see what is going on.”
“Nothing important, I can tell you that. Unless you like watching someone who is drunk off their rocker,” he sneered.
Claire turned to look at him and snapped, “if you don’t want to see what is going on, or don’t care, then why don’t you leave?”
“Fine,” Charlie said, walking off. “Bloody woman.”
Claire heard it but didn’t respond. She wouldn’t stoop to his level of immaturity. Claire watched as the other three men pulled the small boat onto the beach. It was a fine sailing boat and she wondered where he could have gotten it from.
“How many bloody weeks was it?” the man shouted. “Going in nothing but circles! CIRCLES!”
Claire held Aaron in one arm and covered her mouth with her other hand. She tried not to laugh, but the man was quite comical. She watched as he lifted himself off of the sand and started to stagger about.
“Jus’ get used to this place, it’ll be the last thing you see before you die!” he shouted before taking a swig from his bottle.
“I’m not going to be able to take that drunken pirate if he keeps on,” Sawyer frowned. Jack shook his head and sighed.
“We have other things to do, let’s go,” he said, walking off and leaving Sawyer and Sayid behind. Sawyer grumbled and followed after the doctor.
~~~
Claire was rocking the cradle back and forth, trying to get Aaron to sleep for his nap. She heard a lot of people talking about the newcomer and heard that it was the man that was down in the hatch for three years. Desmond was his name. He had taken off as soon as Locke had blown the door to the hatch off.
Claire looked down at the medical kit that Charlie had given her and picked it up. She opened it and took out the thing that was suppose to administer the shot. A voice startled her and she looked up to see Desmond swaggering towards her, another bottle in hand.
“You’re wasting your time sister,” he slurred. Claire didn’t say anything but lift up an eyebrow and glanced back down at the kit. She put the thing back and closed the case, laying it back down in the sand.
“Used it for three bloody long years, didn’t do a damn thing,” his eyes widened slightly. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a swig of the liquor. “Is it yours?”
“What?” Claire looked at him confused. “Oh, yeah.”
“Is the father on this island?” he sat not too far away from her.
“No, he’s not,” she frowned.
Desmond nodded his head, “jus’ figured that- that thing that was standin’ next to you was him.”
“Charlie?” Claire’s stomach twisted inside. “No, he’s not the father. He thinks he is, but he isn’t.”
“Good,” was all he said before getting up and leaving.
‘Good?’ Claire thought. ‘What did he mean by that?’
Claire watched as he walked over to where a bag of his was laying. She figured it had more alcohol in it. She doubted he needed anymore, but that wasn’t for her to say.
~~~
Later that evening Charlie was sitting next to Claire, going on about how he couldn’t hear and a little bit about how he braved everything down in the hatch. Claire had asked him what was going on, but he wouldn’t give her a straight answer.
‘Asshole,’ she thought.
“…there was a big explosion and I jumped to the side in the nick of time!” he went on, dragging the tale on like it was a action movie.
“Oh my god,” Claire exclaimed as she watched three banged up figures emerge from the jungle. She leapt to her feet and went racing towards the figures. Locke was trying to support himself and Eko as best as he could. Claire caught Desmond as he tripped over his own feet. He struggled to keep him up, but Jin appeared and helped her.
They brought them over to the fire where Claire was sitting with Charlie. Claire and Jin propped Desmond up against the tree log. Locke and Eko followed suit, both slumping down onto the ground. Sayid, who was making sure that the boat was secure, came rushing over to see what was going on. Jin said something to Sun in Korean and she nodded her head. The Asian woman running off to get some water and rags.
“What happened?” Claire asked, her eyes fearful and sad.
“…the hatch…magnetic field…” Locke wheezed out.
“So that was that loud noise and blinding light,” Claire pursed her lips together in thought. Sun returned with a bucket of water and several rags. Claire took one and dipped it into the water and began to clean Desmond’s face off. Her hands were shaking as she tried to clean all the blood off. She wasn’t a doctor, like Jack, but she knew she had to do something.
Sun, Jin, and Sayid took care of Locke and Eko while Claire took care of Desmond. She quietly but steadily worked quickly to clean him up. She would have to check to make sure he didn’t have any cuts anywhere. If he did, she would not know what to do. That was Jack’s job, healing people. If he needed stitches, there would be no way she could help him. She could try, but she would not want to give him an infection or even worse, hurt him.
“Ah…what’s going on?” Desmond groaned. Claire was jolted out of her thoughts by his voice.
“Stay still,” she said, gently pushing him back down. “You were injured.”
“Wha? What happened?”
“That’s something that I would like to know,” she mumbled, wringing the rag out.
Desmond hissed when Claire pressed the rag too tightly to his cut, “ack! That’s something you don’t want to know lassie.”
“That’s what everyone tells me,” Claire frowned. “I’m not a moron.”
“Didn’t say you were, just figured you wouldn’t want to hear half a story when I’m about to pass out,” Desmond said and with that, he did what he said, and passed out again.
Claire gave the man a shake and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him breathe deeply. She should have let someone else take care of him, but she did it instead. She didn’t know why she was instantly drawn to the strange man, but she was. Claire worked the rest of the night, cleaning his cuts and making sure that he was still breathing. Sometime during the night she fell asleep, the rag still clutched in her hand.
~~~
The next morning, Claire woke up to someone moaning and complaining. She cracked open her eyes and saw Desmond trying to sit up. She instantly went to his side and helped steady him.
“You shouldn’t be moving around,” she said.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“No, you’re not,” she argued.
“I don’t need any help,” he said, swatting her away from him.
Claire clutched her hand and frowned at him, “what the hell is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem…where is my bottle of Jack?” Desmond mumbled to himself, trying to search for the bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Is that all you can think about is drinking?” Claire snapped.
“Right now, yes! It is the most important thing, because I need a drink,” he said, standing to his feet and wobbling slightly.
“Impossible,” Claire muttered.
Desmond turned his head to look at her, “what’s your name?”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Why should I tell you?”
Desmond shrugged his shoulders, “don’t, fine by me.”
“Claire,” she finally told him.
“Nice to meet you Claire,” Desmond extended his hand. “My name is Desmond.”
Claire stared at his extended hand and took it, giving it a slight shake, “so I have heard.”
“Now, can you do me a favor sweet Claire and help me find my bottle of Jack?” he swayed on his feet. Claire stood up and followed him, she should have headed back to check on Aaron, but she followed him instead.
“You don’t need it, you were injured and the last thing you need is a drink,” she narrowed her eyes, thinking of Charlie and his drugs.
Desmond laughed and flung his arms into the air, exclaiming, “of course I need a drink! It heals everything, or have you not heard that?”
“No, can’t say that I have,” she said dryly. She couldn’t help but think of how eccentric he was and if he ever was normal in the past.
“You have a lot to learn sister,” he grinned.
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped at him. She watched as Desmond found a bottle, but it was empty. He tossed it towards the ocean with an angry shout. She was intrigued by his behavior and kept following him. Some of the other castaways gave them strange looks, especially him, but she blew them off.
“Ahh…the curse of a woman,” he mumbled. “Makes my liquor disappear.”
“You know, I’m getting really ticked off,” Claire narrowed her eyes.
“Then leave, why stay around then?” he turned on her, his face serious.
Claire did not have a legitimate answer as to why she stayed, “I don’t know. Probably because you are peculiar and different from all the other people here. A bit of an outcast, kind of like me when we first crashed here.”
Desmond saw the sad look in her eyes and on her face. He frowned slightly but then flung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “Tell ya what, you help me find my bottle of Jack, and I will tell you all that has been going on.”
“You will?” she asked, not bothering to shrug his arm off of her shoulders.
“Aye, I will. We’ll have a few drinks and be outcasts together, jus’ you and me and that baby!”
“Aaron,” she corrected him.
Desmond stuck a finger in the air, “right, Aaron! Off we go!”
Claire rolled her eyes and walked with him, not that she had a choice, seeing as he pulled her even closer to him. She breathed in his scent and smiled, he smelt different and she enjoyed it. He was not like the other guys on the island, he was unique, different, and very off-key. She would enjoy getting to know him a lot better, as soon as he sobered up.