Home - Lost Fanfic - Locke/Claire
Title: Home.
Fandom: LOST
Rating: Open for all!
Warning: Don't think there is one for a change. Woo!
Characters: Locke/Claire, Aaron
Disclaimer: I own nuthin'!
Authors Note: This was written as part of Cult_ships Challenge 36: Flashforward.
Summary: He had never wanted to leave the island but he had because she had asked him to.
Home
He had never wanted to leave the island but he had because she had asked him to. But as she watched him becoming more and more distant she had realised she had been selfish. Who was she to say that life off the island was any safer for her son? Everywhere she looked in the world she had longed to return to for so many months, she came face to face with violence, greed, prejudice, hatred…the list went on. While she fully acknowledged the island had its downfalls, at least Aaron wouldn’t have been surrounded by such a shallow drive for money. While he got a traditional education here he would have learnt survival skills and an appreciation of nature and humanity back home that he would never in receive in a school.
Back home.
That was what John called the island; home. She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to him since they had come back here but he wasn’t the same man anymore. On the island he had been warm and passionate; here he had retreated into a shell of ice where even his kisses made her feel numb.
It would have been unfair to say he no longer loved her because the little things he did told her this wasn’t the case; he just seemed so lost and she wasn’t sure she could find him anymore.
He was a good father but she regretted that Aaron would never know him the way he was.
The fellow survivors they met all commented how well John looked and how content he seemed with her and Aaron. But none of them had known him like she had and all of those little things imperceptible to people who didn’t love him were over looked; like how the sparkle in his eyes had dulled to a mere twinkle and how his hands were always twitching as if dieing to touch the bark of a tree or make a cradle from twigs and homemade glue.
When he comes in from his seat beneath the stars on the front porch he is startled to find her sat at the kitchen table, mascara smudges visible beneath her baby blue eyes.
“Is everything ok, Claire?” His too soft hand weighs heavy on her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, John.” It’s not just an apology; it’s a cry from her heart to his. “I was so selfish…you don’t belong here…we don’t belong here...Oh, god I made a mistake”
He kneels down next to her chair capturing her hands in those hands that seem alien to her, gone are the calluses that had once been such a part of him.
“Claire, I belong with you.” His voice is confident and sure but his eyes betray that secret yearning to go back.
“No, we belong with you on that island. I’m sorry I didn’t see that before.” Her eyes are pinned to the floor as she pulls one hand from his to wipe away her messy tears.
He kisses her and this time she isn’t left feeling numb, instead something ignites; that spark that had been on the verge of failing flared once more.
“We’ll find a way back.” He promises as cradles her face in his hands and kisses her soft, pink lips that will always taste of mangoes.
She touches the scar on his face with her fingertips and realises that’s what she has wanted all along and that maybe it wasn’t John who had withdrawn, maybe it had been her all along and by finally admitting it to herself that she wanted to go back she was finally free.
“I love you, John.” She smiled as she touched the white gold ring on the third finger of his left hand.
Just like that tangible sign that linked their love perhaps they were linked through their love of their island home too.
Feedback is greatly appreciated. It's always nice to know someone is reading what I write.
Fandom: LOST
Rating: Open for all!
Warning: Don't think there is one for a change. Woo!
Characters: Locke/Claire, Aaron
Disclaimer: I own nuthin'!
Authors Note: This was written as part of Cult_ships Challenge 36: Flashforward.
Summary: He had never wanted to leave the island but he had because she had asked him to.
Home
He had never wanted to leave the island but he had because she had asked him to. But as she watched him becoming more and more distant she had realised she had been selfish. Who was she to say that life off the island was any safer for her son? Everywhere she looked in the world she had longed to return to for so many months, she came face to face with violence, greed, prejudice, hatred…the list went on. While she fully acknowledged the island had its downfalls, at least Aaron wouldn’t have been surrounded by such a shallow drive for money. While he got a traditional education here he would have learnt survival skills and an appreciation of nature and humanity back home that he would never in receive in a school.
Back home.
That was what John called the island; home. She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to him since they had come back here but he wasn’t the same man anymore. On the island he had been warm and passionate; here he had retreated into a shell of ice where even his kisses made her feel numb.
It would have been unfair to say he no longer loved her because the little things he did told her this wasn’t the case; he just seemed so lost and she wasn’t sure she could find him anymore.
He was a good father but she regretted that Aaron would never know him the way he was.
The fellow survivors they met all commented how well John looked and how content he seemed with her and Aaron. But none of them had known him like she had and all of those little things imperceptible to people who didn’t love him were over looked; like how the sparkle in his eyes had dulled to a mere twinkle and how his hands were always twitching as if dieing to touch the bark of a tree or make a cradle from twigs and homemade glue.
When he comes in from his seat beneath the stars on the front porch he is startled to find her sat at the kitchen table, mascara smudges visible beneath her baby blue eyes.
“Is everything ok, Claire?” His too soft hand weighs heavy on her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, John.” It’s not just an apology; it’s a cry from her heart to his. “I was so selfish…you don’t belong here…we don’t belong here...Oh, god I made a mistake”
He kneels down next to her chair capturing her hands in those hands that seem alien to her, gone are the calluses that had once been such a part of him.
“Claire, I belong with you.” His voice is confident and sure but his eyes betray that secret yearning to go back.
“No, we belong with you on that island. I’m sorry I didn’t see that before.” Her eyes are pinned to the floor as she pulls one hand from his to wipe away her messy tears.
He kisses her and this time she isn’t left feeling numb, instead something ignites; that spark that had been on the verge of failing flared once more.
“We’ll find a way back.” He promises as cradles her face in his hands and kisses her soft, pink lips that will always taste of mangoes.
She touches the scar on his face with her fingertips and realises that’s what she has wanted all along and that maybe it wasn’t John who had withdrawn, maybe it had been her all along and by finally admitting it to herself that she wanted to go back she was finally free.
“I love you, John.” She smiled as she touched the white gold ring on the third finger of his left hand.
Just like that tangible sign that linked their love perhaps they were linked through their love of their island home too.
Feedback is greatly appreciated. It's always nice to know someone is reading what I write.