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Title: Bad News
Author:
slybrunette
Characters: Claire, Shannon, and Vincent.
Rating: PG-13
Award: Second Place in Challenge #40 - Missing Scenes at
lostfichallenge
Summary: The scene between Claire finding the bottle of messages, and her and Shannon telling Sun during "Everybody Hates Hugo". Claire enlists Shannon's help.
The damn dog had tried to run off again. He saw something in the jungle and took off after it. Of course this was becoming a regular occurrence and Shannon was beginning to wonder how Walt had only managed to lose the dog twice since they’d arrived here. But, had it not been for her asthma, Shannon probably would’ve ended up on the track team rather than in a ballet recital, and she used that to her advantage, hauling ass after the energetic yellow lab. She found him, sitting in the jungle, panting. There was nothing there. Sometimes she thought that maybe the dog saw Walt too, that he was always taking off in hopes of finding his previous owner. As if sensing that she understood, he came up to her, nuzzling his nose against the bare skin of her legs and starting back down the beach.
They were only back on the beach a minute when she saw Claire coming up the beach, something held close to her body. Shannon frowned, and looked around, seeing if maybe Charlie was nearby. He wasn’t. In fact there was nobody but her close by.
“Shannon,” Claire said, by way of greeting, as soon as she was within earshot. She sounded nervous, like she wasn’t sure this was such a good idea, which really was mutual, and Shannon kind of hoped Claire would just turn around. She hadn’t really talked to the Australian woman since the day after they crashed, which Claire wouldn’t remember anyway seeing as she had that recent bout of amnesia. Any conversation between the two would feel weird to her. “Can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, sure.” Her voice was chirpy, just a little too high, and showed her discomfort. She was glad when Claire didn’t seem to notice. Vincent started at the newcomer and Shannon stroked his fur to stop him from bounding towards the other woman. He lay back down at her feet. “What do you need?”
“Umm,” Claire paused, her teeth beginning to bite at her lower lip, “I was down at the beach, taking a walk, and this washed up on shore.” That’s when the thing she’d been holding drew her attention once more as Claire held it out to her. A bottle, green tinted, with the cork shoved in. It took her a moment to figure out the significance of the object.
“Those are the messages from the raft.” She said it just to make sure she wasn’t jumping to conclusions. Claire only nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “But that means that the raft…” she trailed off because now it was really making sense. Walt being in places he shouldn’t. There being no sign of rescue.
“They could’ve just tossed them overboard.” Claire replied, trying to be optimistic, because that’s what someone as cheery as her did. They looked for the upside of things. Shannon looked for the downside so she didn’t have any surprises. “It could’ve fallen,” the blonde looked like she wanted to say more but couldn’t bring herself to lie about it anymore than Shannon could listen to it.
She lowered the bottle into her lap, attracting Vincent’s attention, as he sniffed at the container. “What do you want me to do with this Claire?” Sure now they knew the raft had most likely failed but it wasn’t like they were going to go telling everyone else. Or at least she wasn’t.
“Don’t you think we should tell someone about this?” Claire suggested and Shannon didn’t really get why. “I mean someone close to the people on the raft should probably decide what to do.” It seemed like Claire already had someone in mind and was trying to hint towards that without outright stating it.
“Like who? I mean nobody really likes Sawyer all that much, and Michael and Walt are each others family…” finally she got what Claire was referring to. “You want to tell Sun.” The wind picked up and she brushed back a strand of hair that had been blown into her face. “Why didn’t you just tell her on your own? Why bring me into it?”
“I don’t like giving people bad news. I thought you might be better at it.” The blonde said. It was as if she was saying, ‘You’d be better because you don’t care’. Well she did care. She just wasn’t so outright and weepy about it.
With a sigh, she climbed to her feet, “Fine.” If she was going to do it, she was going to get it over with. Let Sun decide what to do with the messages, that way if anyone got mad about whether or not they knew it would be Sun’s fault, not hers. “Do you know where she is?”
“She might be in her garden.” It sounded like as good a guess as any. Of course she wasn’t sure where this garden was but she assumed Claire must, and would steer her in the right direction.
“Alright, let’s go.” Grabbing Vincent’s leash, she headed back into the jungle, Claire on her heels.
Author:
slybrunette
Characters: Claire, Shannon, and Vincent.
Rating: PG-13
Award: Second Place in Challenge #40 - Missing Scenes at
lostfichallenge
Summary: The scene between Claire finding the bottle of messages, and her and Shannon telling Sun during "Everybody Hates Hugo". Claire enlists Shannon's help.
The damn dog had tried to run off again. He saw something in the jungle and took off after it. Of course this was becoming a regular occurrence and Shannon was beginning to wonder how Walt had only managed to lose the dog twice since they’d arrived here. But, had it not been for her asthma, Shannon probably would’ve ended up on the track team rather than in a ballet recital, and she used that to her advantage, hauling ass after the energetic yellow lab. She found him, sitting in the jungle, panting. There was nothing there. Sometimes she thought that maybe the dog saw Walt too, that he was always taking off in hopes of finding his previous owner. As if sensing that she understood, he came up to her, nuzzling his nose against the bare skin of her legs and starting back down the beach.
They were only back on the beach a minute when she saw Claire coming up the beach, something held close to her body. Shannon frowned, and looked around, seeing if maybe Charlie was nearby. He wasn’t. In fact there was nobody but her close by.
“Shannon,” Claire said, by way of greeting, as soon as she was within earshot. She sounded nervous, like she wasn’t sure this was such a good idea, which really was mutual, and Shannon kind of hoped Claire would just turn around. She hadn’t really talked to the Australian woman since the day after they crashed, which Claire wouldn’t remember anyway seeing as she had that recent bout of amnesia. Any conversation between the two would feel weird to her. “Can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, sure.” Her voice was chirpy, just a little too high, and showed her discomfort. She was glad when Claire didn’t seem to notice. Vincent started at the newcomer and Shannon stroked his fur to stop him from bounding towards the other woman. He lay back down at her feet. “What do you need?”
“Umm,” Claire paused, her teeth beginning to bite at her lower lip, “I was down at the beach, taking a walk, and this washed up on shore.” That’s when the thing she’d been holding drew her attention once more as Claire held it out to her. A bottle, green tinted, with the cork shoved in. It took her a moment to figure out the significance of the object.
“Those are the messages from the raft.” She said it just to make sure she wasn’t jumping to conclusions. Claire only nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “But that means that the raft…” she trailed off because now it was really making sense. Walt being in places he shouldn’t. There being no sign of rescue.
“They could’ve just tossed them overboard.” Claire replied, trying to be optimistic, because that’s what someone as cheery as her did. They looked for the upside of things. Shannon looked for the downside so she didn’t have any surprises. “It could’ve fallen,” the blonde looked like she wanted to say more but couldn’t bring herself to lie about it anymore than Shannon could listen to it.
She lowered the bottle into her lap, attracting Vincent’s attention, as he sniffed at the container. “What do you want me to do with this Claire?” Sure now they knew the raft had most likely failed but it wasn’t like they were going to go telling everyone else. Or at least she wasn’t.
“Don’t you think we should tell someone about this?” Claire suggested and Shannon didn’t really get why. “I mean someone close to the people on the raft should probably decide what to do.” It seemed like Claire already had someone in mind and was trying to hint towards that without outright stating it.
“Like who? I mean nobody really likes Sawyer all that much, and Michael and Walt are each others family…” finally she got what Claire was referring to. “You want to tell Sun.” The wind picked up and she brushed back a strand of hair that had been blown into her face. “Why didn’t you just tell her on your own? Why bring me into it?”
“I don’t like giving people bad news. I thought you might be better at it.” The blonde said. It was as if she was saying, ‘You’d be better because you don’t care’. Well she did care. She just wasn’t so outright and weepy about it.
With a sigh, she climbed to her feet, “Fine.” If she was going to do it, she was going to get it over with. Let Sun decide what to do with the messages, that way if anyone got mad about whether or not they knew it would be Sun’s fault, not hers. “Do you know where she is?”
“She might be in her garden.” It sounded like as good a guess as any. Of course she wasn’t sure where this garden was but she assumed Claire must, and would steer her in the right direction.
“Alright, let’s go.” Grabbing Vincent’s leash, she headed back into the jungle, Claire on her heels.