OTP meme
Ganked from lozzy_babe06
The OTP Meme - Choose your current One True Pairing and list 3-5 five reasons that made you fall in love with them. Your answer can be in the form of writing, fan-art, graphics, or any kind of media (e.g. a clip of a scene with the pairing, or maybe a text excerpt). Have fun and spread the love!
Charlie/Claire from Lost had huge amounts of potential back in season one when we were first introduced to the pairing. Over time the writers have pushed them to the side in favour of the triangle/quadrangle of doom and all their lovely potential of course went down the toilet with their seperation and (more recently) Charlie's death. But I always have and always will love this pairing.
Now I could wax on lyrically but instead I'm going to give you my two pieces of media that remind me the most of my OTP. Funnily enough, they're both from season one...
Video: The Water Scene from White Rabbit
Reason: This scene still makes me squee - even after so long. The first hints towards what this ship could have become. *sigh*
Fanfiction: Learning You by literarylemming a.k.a. Mnemosyne.
Summary: Episode tag to "Outlaws." Charlie and Claire commune immediately after the end of the episode.
Reason: her fics were some of the very first Lost ones I ever read and they're all just so fucking incredible. Her fics were what inspired me to start writing my own C/C. This was my favourite of hers and it still remains my favourite Lost fanfiction of all time. Her use of language is just...guh perfect.
Charlie was still watching the sun set, though it was only a rounded half disk on the horizon now, pure scarlet and bathing them in red. Claire finally dragged her eyes up from the beach to look at him. "Charlie," she murmured. "I… wanted to talk to you. About… yesterday."
Charlie didn't move as he answered. "There's nothing to talk about, Claire," he said softly.
"Yes there is, Charlie," she said insistently. Resting her hands on her belly she tried to collect her thoughts. "What happened… What you did… I know it must be hard. I know that's why you said no to me this morning. You wanted to be alone. I understand that. I do. But I wanted you to know… you're not alone." She paused, then tentatively reached out to lay a hand on his arm. His skin was hot - hotter than she remembered.
Remembered when…?
"You've been so nice to me, Charlie," she murmured, squeezing his bicep gently. "You've done… so much more for me than I can repay." BANG BANG he's dead. "But I want to try. Please?"
The silence stretched between them like a tether. Claire could see it, wound like a steel cable in the air that separated them. It was taut and straining. A piece of her didn't want it to break, because a connection would be lost, and she wasn't sure what would happen from there.
"I know, Claire."
SNAP.
"Know what, Charlie?"
"That I'm not alone." She felt something warm graze her hand and looked down to see his fingers lightly brushing over her knuckles against his arm. Glancing up again she saw that he was smiling, if only a small one. And he still wasn't looking at her. "Thanks."
She nodded. "You're welcome," she whispered, surprised by the lump that had formed in her throat.
The OTP Meme - Choose your current One True Pairing and list 3-5 five reasons that made you fall in love with them. Your answer can be in the form of writing, fan-art, graphics, or any kind of media (e.g. a clip of a scene with the pairing, or maybe a text excerpt). Have fun and spread the love!
Charlie/Claire from Lost had huge amounts of potential back in season one when we were first introduced to the pairing. Over time the writers have pushed them to the side in favour of the triangle/quadrangle of doom and all their lovely potential of course went down the toilet with their seperation and (more recently) Charlie's death. But I always have and always will love this pairing.
Now I could wax on lyrically but instead I'm going to give you my two pieces of media that remind me the most of my OTP. Funnily enough, they're both from season one...
Video: The Water Scene from White Rabbit
Reason: This scene still makes me squee - even after so long. The first hints towards what this ship could have become. *sigh*
Click to viewFanfiction: Learning You by literarylemming a.k.a. Mnemosyne.
Summary: Episode tag to "Outlaws." Charlie and Claire commune immediately after the end of the episode.
Reason: her fics were some of the very first Lost ones I ever read and they're all just so fucking incredible. Her fics were what inspired me to start writing my own C/C. This was my favourite of hers and it still remains my favourite Lost fanfiction of all time. Her use of language is just...guh perfect.
Charlie was still watching the sun set, though it was only a rounded half disk on the horizon now, pure scarlet and bathing them in red. Claire finally dragged her eyes up from the beach to look at him. "Charlie," she murmured. "I… wanted to talk to you. About… yesterday."
Charlie didn't move as he answered. "There's nothing to talk about, Claire," he said softly.
"Yes there is, Charlie," she said insistently. Resting her hands on her belly she tried to collect her thoughts. "What happened… What you did… I know it must be hard. I know that's why you said no to me this morning. You wanted to be alone. I understand that. I do. But I wanted you to know… you're not alone." She paused, then tentatively reached out to lay a hand on his arm. His skin was hot - hotter than she remembered.
Remembered when…?
"You've been so nice to me, Charlie," she murmured, squeezing his bicep gently. "You've done… so much more for me than I can repay." BANG BANG he's dead. "But I want to try. Please?"
The silence stretched between them like a tether. Claire could see it, wound like a steel cable in the air that separated them. It was taut and straining. A piece of her didn't want it to break, because a connection would be lost, and she wasn't sure what would happen from there.
"I know, Claire."
SNAP.
"Know what, Charlie?"
"That I'm not alone." She felt something warm graze her hand and looked down to see his fingers lightly brushing over her knuckles against his arm. Glancing up again she saw that he was smiling, if only a small one. And he still wasn't looking at her. "Thanks."
She nodded. "You're welcome," she whispered, surprised by the lump that had formed in her throat.