Daire Fic: Snowflakes 1/1
Title: Snowflakes
Rating: G
Word Count: 630
Fandom: Lost
Spoilers/Warnings: nothing specific.
Pairing(s): Desmond/Claire
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine and neither are its characters; they’re property of JJ Abrams et al, ABC, & Disney.
Summary: It doesn’t seem like Christmas on the island. Aside from the snow.
They say that the first snow of the season is magical. Claire supposed that’s true, especially when it snows on a deserted tropical island.
It wasn’t a heavy snow, just a light dusting, as the sun began to set.
None of them had thought much of it when the temperature had started to drop a few days earlier but this was completely unexpected. Black smoke that roared and clanged and polar bears that ate people were one thing but snow? It wasn’t even that cold out. Long sleeves and a jacket would keep one warm.
Something about the snow had Claire searching through her journal. Flipping through the entries, the counted from the last dated entry to the most recent, yesterday’s. It was Christmas Eve.
Days had begun to run together and they’d stopped really trying to keep track weeks ago. It was easier if they didn’t know how long they’d been there. It was easier to hold on to a little bit of hope of being rescued.
Claire felt her eyes beginning to water as she set her journal down and walked over to Aaron’s crib and picked him up. She didn’t want her son’s first Christmas to be spent on some island in the middle of nowhere. There’d be no presents. No tree and no Baby’s First Christmas ornaments. No pictures of Aaron sitting on Santa’s lap.
She sat on her make shift bed, cuddling Aaron, and sniffling.
“You all right there?”
Claire blinked and looked up to see Desmond standing at the entrance of her canopy.
Claire sniffled a bit more, “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”
“Mind some company?”
She shook her head, “No, of course not. You’re always welcome.”
He sat at the foot of her bed. “Care to talk about it?”
She gave him a sad smile, “I just realized that today is Christmas Eve.”
“I don’t think that means too much in this place, do you?”
“Not really. Except that it is snowing.”
“Christmas means a lot to you?”
She shrugged as she began gently bouncing Aaron on her knee, “I know there’s the whole religious bit and that it’s about more than giving gifts and all that but I just wish -- I don’t know.” She looked over at Desmond, “It’s Aaron’s first Christmas. This isn’t any way to celebrate.”
He considered this for a few moments before he spoke, “Are you around people who care about the both of you?”
“Yes.”
“And you care about them?”
“Of course.”
“And you’re both healthy?”
Claire shifted a bit as she glanced over her shoulder at still unused the vaccination kit. “As far as I know.”
“Are you happy?”
She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it. A small began to form on her lips, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Desmond grinned, “I have to say, there are worse ways to celebrate than that. You love your son with all your heart and you would do anything to protect him. I’m sure that when he’s old enough to understand that he’ll appreciate it more than any stuffed Elvin bear.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Desmond moved a little closer to her and placed a reassuring hand on hers, “You’ll give him everything he wants and needs and more once you’re off this island.”
“Thank you.”
He moved his hand from on top of hers, “It’s nothing. Are you going to tell the others?”
“That it’s Christmas time? No. I don’t think it would be welcomed news.”
“I believe you’re right.”
She looked down at Aaron before asking, “So, if you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would it be?”
“Just this,” he said before leaning over Aaron and placing a soft kiss on Claire’s lips. “Happy Christmas, Claire.”
She blushed, “Happy Christmas, Desmond.”
~*~ Finis ~*~
Rating: G
Word Count: 630
Fandom: Lost
Spoilers/Warnings: nothing specific.
Pairing(s): Desmond/Claire
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine and neither are its characters; they’re property of JJ Abrams et al, ABC, & Disney.
Summary: It doesn’t seem like Christmas on the island. Aside from the snow.
They say that the first snow of the season is magical. Claire supposed that’s true, especially when it snows on a deserted tropical island.
It wasn’t a heavy snow, just a light dusting, as the sun began to set.
None of them had thought much of it when the temperature had started to drop a few days earlier but this was completely unexpected. Black smoke that roared and clanged and polar bears that ate people were one thing but snow? It wasn’t even that cold out. Long sleeves and a jacket would keep one warm.
Something about the snow had Claire searching through her journal. Flipping through the entries, the counted from the last dated entry to the most recent, yesterday’s. It was Christmas Eve.
Days had begun to run together and they’d stopped really trying to keep track weeks ago. It was easier if they didn’t know how long they’d been there. It was easier to hold on to a little bit of hope of being rescued.
Claire felt her eyes beginning to water as she set her journal down and walked over to Aaron’s crib and picked him up. She didn’t want her son’s first Christmas to be spent on some island in the middle of nowhere. There’d be no presents. No tree and no Baby’s First Christmas ornaments. No pictures of Aaron sitting on Santa’s lap.
She sat on her make shift bed, cuddling Aaron, and sniffling.
“You all right there?”
Claire blinked and looked up to see Desmond standing at the entrance of her canopy.
Claire sniffled a bit more, “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”
“Mind some company?”
She shook her head, “No, of course not. You’re always welcome.”
He sat at the foot of her bed. “Care to talk about it?”
She gave him a sad smile, “I just realized that today is Christmas Eve.”
“I don’t think that means too much in this place, do you?”
“Not really. Except that it is snowing.”
“Christmas means a lot to you?”
She shrugged as she began gently bouncing Aaron on her knee, “I know there’s the whole religious bit and that it’s about more than giving gifts and all that but I just wish -- I don’t know.” She looked over at Desmond, “It’s Aaron’s first Christmas. This isn’t any way to celebrate.”
He considered this for a few moments before he spoke, “Are you around people who care about the both of you?”
“Yes.”
“And you care about them?”
“Of course.”
“And you’re both healthy?”
Claire shifted a bit as she glanced over her shoulder at still unused the vaccination kit. “As far as I know.”
“Are you happy?”
She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it. A small began to form on her lips, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Desmond grinned, “I have to say, there are worse ways to celebrate than that. You love your son with all your heart and you would do anything to protect him. I’m sure that when he’s old enough to understand that he’ll appreciate it more than any stuffed Elvin bear.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Desmond moved a little closer to her and placed a reassuring hand on hers, “You’ll give him everything he wants and needs and more once you’re off this island.”
“Thank you.”
He moved his hand from on top of hers, “It’s nothing. Are you going to tell the others?”
“That it’s Christmas time? No. I don’t think it would be welcomed news.”
“I believe you’re right.”
She looked down at Aaron before asking, “So, if you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would it be?”
“Just this,” he said before leaning over Aaron and placing a soft kiss on Claire’s lips. “Happy Christmas, Claire.”
She blushed, “Happy Christmas, Desmond.”
~*~ Finis ~*~