Fanfic: Fairy Tales
I got in bed. But I couldn't sleep. Head too full of the LOST finale, which I will expound upon properly tomorrow. But this little thing popped into my head out of nowhere and had to be written down.
Fairy Tales
by Sache8
Our Aunt Kate wasn't really my aunt, mine or Aaron's. And yet...she was. She was my father's best friend, and (I learned in time) former lover. She had been Aaron's mother for a time, until Aaron's real mother had come, who once had a brother, who Aaron remembered a little bit.
Aunt Kate told us stories, stories that captured the imagination as only children our age would allow them be captured. A magical island with a cruel monster, and a white knight who sacrificed himself to face it, and died there.
When I was nine years old, I repeated the story to my father. I expected him to laugh, to scruff my hair, and tell me how silly Auntie Katie was. Instead, his eyes were sad and he hugged me tightly for a very long time. When I left the room, and looked back in, he was crying. My father usually cried behind his eyes, but for me he always had smiles.
I never saw my father cry this way. Not before, not after.
He never married. Mom never seemed to expect him to.
When Aaron turned eighteen-a year after me- a man came to see us. I felt as though I knew him, somehow. A very large man, who seemed to need to be larger than everyone else to contain the kindness that burst from every step, every light in his eyes. When he smiled at me, I knew that time danced with him differently than it did with me.
"I see there are perks to being lighthouse keeper, Hugo," my father said, after the big man had hugged him tight and picked him right up off the floor.
We flew with the man to Fiji--Oceanic, of course. And then we got on a boat with a smiling man and woman- both with voices like music- and a handsome boy named Charlie, with curls and a tan, who seemed to walk more steadily on the boat than he did on the dock.
The boat took us to the magical island. Me, Aaron, my father, my mother, Hugo, the man, the woman, the boy, Claire, and Aunt Kate. The fairy tale island from the stories.
Aunt Kate cast flowers to the wind and whispered the name of her white knight. And she cried.
I had never seen her cry. Not before, not after.
Then she smiled, I think for the first true time in my life.
My name is Clementine Phillips. I believe in fairy tales.
A/N: Okay, wth? Where in the world do you get random fic bunnies that prominently feature the two characters that least interested you and Sawyer's daughter, of all people?
I'm blaming the vicodin.
Good night again, I hope.
Fairy Tales
by Sache8
Our Aunt Kate wasn't really my aunt, mine or Aaron's. And yet...she was. She was my father's best friend, and (I learned in time) former lover. She had been Aaron's mother for a time, until Aaron's real mother had come, who once had a brother, who Aaron remembered a little bit.
Aunt Kate told us stories, stories that captured the imagination as only children our age would allow them be captured. A magical island with a cruel monster, and a white knight who sacrificed himself to face it, and died there.
When I was nine years old, I repeated the story to my father. I expected him to laugh, to scruff my hair, and tell me how silly Auntie Katie was. Instead, his eyes were sad and he hugged me tightly for a very long time. When I left the room, and looked back in, he was crying. My father usually cried behind his eyes, but for me he always had smiles.
I never saw my father cry this way. Not before, not after.
He never married. Mom never seemed to expect him to.
When Aaron turned eighteen-a year after me- a man came to see us. I felt as though I knew him, somehow. A very large man, who seemed to need to be larger than everyone else to contain the kindness that burst from every step, every light in his eyes. When he smiled at me, I knew that time danced with him differently than it did with me.
"I see there are perks to being lighthouse keeper, Hugo," my father said, after the big man had hugged him tight and picked him right up off the floor.
We flew with the man to Fiji--Oceanic, of course. And then we got on a boat with a smiling man and woman- both with voices like music- and a handsome boy named Charlie, with curls and a tan, who seemed to walk more steadily on the boat than he did on the dock.
The boat took us to the magical island. Me, Aaron, my father, my mother, Hugo, the man, the woman, the boy, Claire, and Aunt Kate. The fairy tale island from the stories.
Aunt Kate cast flowers to the wind and whispered the name of her white knight. And she cried.
I had never seen her cry. Not before, not after.
Then she smiled, I think for the first true time in my life.
My name is Clementine Phillips. I believe in fairy tales.
A/N: Okay, wth? Where in the world do you get random fic bunnies that prominently feature the two characters that least interested you and Sawyer's daughter, of all people?
I'm blaming the vicodin.
Good night again, I hope.