Lost fic- Ka Pai
Title: Ka Pai
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Sun/Claire, but not really
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to braid your own hair.
Claire was trying to braid her hair back, but the wind that had prompted her to do so was snatching locks from her fingers, cycloning them around her head. Her arms were starting to cramp and she bit her lip, wanting to cry with frustration. Her arms hurt, her baby was dancing the tarantella in her belly and her fucking hair wouldn't behave. She was about to just give up and possibly beg Kate to hack it off for her, when hands gently brushed hers, taking up the now tangled braid.
She lowered her hands and turned and the Asian woman she'd seen on the beach smiled timidly. The woman said something, her voice musical to Claire's ears after the flat American tones of almost everyone else on the island. Claire shrugged, her forehead wrinkling.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," she said apologetically.
The woman said something else and lifted the ends of Claire's hair. She wove them together and gestured to herself.
"You'd braid my hair?" Claire asked. The woman responded with something else and began carefully untangling the strands. "I'm Claire," she enunciated carefully, pointing to herself. "Claire."
The woman nodded. "Je irumum Sun imnida," she said just as carefully.
"Imnida?" Claire asked.
She shook her head. "Sun," she repeated and Claire nodded, smiling.
"Sun. Thank you." Claire turned back to face the water as Sun began fingercombing her hair. The warmth of the day and Sun's gentle fingers lulled her into a content bubble, isolated from the people moving around them. She lay one hand on her belly and drifted off to sleep.
She could hear singing, a tune and a voice she didn't recognize, and Claire opened her eyes. She had her head in Sun's lap and the other woman was stroking her hair and singing something softly in her own language. Claire smiled up at her, still sleepy and warm, but Sun pulled back her hand and made to get up.
Claire sat up awkwardly. "No, it's alright," she said as Sun scrambled to her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I don't mind. It made me feel like home," she admitted softly.
"Mian-hamnida," Sun said anxiously and left, disappearing around some of the wreckage.
"Ka pai," Claire said futilely in the only other language she knew anything at all of, Maori. She watched Sun go and reached up to feel the neat plait of hair. She smiled, stroking it as the wind picked up.
-fin
*Ka Pai is Thank You in Maori.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Sun/Claire, but not really
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to braid your own hair.
Claire was trying to braid her hair back, but the wind that had prompted her to do so was snatching locks from her fingers, cycloning them around her head. Her arms were starting to cramp and she bit her lip, wanting to cry with frustration. Her arms hurt, her baby was dancing the tarantella in her belly and her fucking hair wouldn't behave. She was about to just give up and possibly beg Kate to hack it off for her, when hands gently brushed hers, taking up the now tangled braid.
She lowered her hands and turned and the Asian woman she'd seen on the beach smiled timidly. The woman said something, her voice musical to Claire's ears after the flat American tones of almost everyone else on the island. Claire shrugged, her forehead wrinkling.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," she said apologetically.
The woman said something else and lifted the ends of Claire's hair. She wove them together and gestured to herself.
"You'd braid my hair?" Claire asked. The woman responded with something else and began carefully untangling the strands. "I'm Claire," she enunciated carefully, pointing to herself. "Claire."
The woman nodded. "Je irumum Sun imnida," she said just as carefully.
"Imnida?" Claire asked.
She shook her head. "Sun," she repeated and Claire nodded, smiling.
"Sun. Thank you." Claire turned back to face the water as Sun began fingercombing her hair. The warmth of the day and Sun's gentle fingers lulled her into a content bubble, isolated from the people moving around them. She lay one hand on her belly and drifted off to sleep.
She could hear singing, a tune and a voice she didn't recognize, and Claire opened her eyes. She had her head in Sun's lap and the other woman was stroking her hair and singing something softly in her own language. Claire smiled up at her, still sleepy and warm, but Sun pulled back her hand and made to get up.
Claire sat up awkwardly. "No, it's alright," she said as Sun scrambled to her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I don't mind. It made me feel like home," she admitted softly.
"Mian-hamnida," Sun said anxiously and left, disappearing around some of the wreckage.
"Ka pai," Claire said futilely in the only other language she knew anything at all of, Maori. She watched Sun go and reached up to feel the neat plait of hair. She smiled, stroking it as the wind picked up.
-fin
*Ka Pai is Thank You in Maori.