Kismet
Title: Kismet
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Charlotte, Eloise & Richard
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,260
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Daniel waits for Charlotte to remember.
Note: Spoilers for the "The End." Might be a bit schmaltzy. Or a lot.
Written for D is for Destiny prompt given by fifmeister
His mother always had a sense of omniscience about her, even as a child he thought of her as this small but terrifyingly all knowing enigma. That aura only seemed to grow in intensity as the years past. It was a trait that has carried over into this place, as it turns out.
He was dead. She was dead. Everyone was dead. But Eloise Hawking was still surveying over all she sees. Like now for instance.
Sitting at a garden table ladled with fruit and flume glasses she stares across it like a plump sparrow hawk, disapproval emitting from her in waves. Luckily the man opposite her had gained years worth of poise and peace and her anger is deflected. He comes and sits next to her and lays a consoling hand on top of hers.
"I'm sorry Ellie, I had no idea that he would remember me."
Eloise sighs, her distress passing. "I know. I just hoped to spare him that, it was such a shock. And do stop calling me Ellie, Richard, you make me feel like I'm ten years old again."
He smiles, remembering. "Sorry, again." his face grows serious and he lowers his voice. "He only remembers being shot, nothing else?"
"Nothing else." Her manner becomes brusque and Richard nods, standing.
"He loved someone, he told me. Her name was Charlotte."
"They've met. From what I understand my son is using every moment to try and woo her. I don't think it's working..." Eloise rises and kisses him on both cheeks, her smile genuine if a little taut. "You've been very patient with me, all of you have. Just a little while longer."
They have to move on, like everyone else, together.
*
The chocolate hadn't worked. He thought about writing notes on the wrappers but reconsidered. He may have come across a little strange. But he wasn't giving up, he had seen it on her face at the concert. She had a sense of him, even if it was faint.
*
It was sweet and delicate, beautiful really and for a moment she lets it move her. The music floats around her, bouncing off the statues and casements like liquid but as it grows louder she hardens herself. It was out of place.
"What are you..." she trails off when she sees the man sitting at the piano. "You?"
"Hello Charlotte."
She catches herself smiling at him, stops. "How the hell did you get that in here?" His whole body seems to shrink for a moment and he taps lifelessly at a key. Charlotte comes forward, hand out stretched. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit surprised." He plays a few upbeat notes.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe how this came to be here...do you - uh, do you like it?" He appears to be holding his breath.
"It's lovely. Though I feel I'm going to scandalise you when I say I don't recognise it." She winces, standing next to his bench. She peers over his shoulder at his music sheet but in it's illegible.
"That's because you've never heard it before. It's new." He doesn't look at her when he utters this.
"Oh, right...Oh!" Her shocked injection echoes around the empty room. She leans closer to the music sheet and finds something she hadn't seen before. The title.
Charlotte.
"Oh my god, that's..." she takes a seat beside him, Daniel moving over. She stares at him in wonder, a great sense of gratitude shaking through her, as well as confusion. "Why would you write that for me?"
He gazes in sympathy and something much deeper. After a hesitating moment he settles his hand on hers. "Why wouldn't I?" Her arm slides against his, her perfume a faint scent. He suddenly smells sun lotion, the shine of it on her arms and the sound of waves.
factor 50. Nothings getting through this bitch. Dan? Come here.
fingertips smear thick white lines under his eyes. She smiles, calls him rambo
and people giggle.
Charlotte springs to her feet, wild eyed. "What the, what the -"
"Charlotte, wait!" But she turns on her heel and walks very quickly out. She wouldn't run. Daniel follows, at a distance. "Are you all right?"
"I think I'm going mental. Since I met you things have been strange." They're outside now, the parking lot of the museum, and Charlotte paces up and down. Daniel stands calmly. "I forget things. I feel dizzy and I keep tasting something, like iron, but then everything goes back to normal."
"Nothing feels quite real, does it?"
"No it doesn't...have we met in the past? I didn't want to ask before in case we have and I've forgotten..." Daniel smiles and pulls her down next to him to sit on a bench.
"I don't think it's something I can tell you, I'm sorry. What do you remember?"
Calmed now she thinks. "A boat, the heat...uh, I think I was going home. You were there, I think." She screws up her face, trying to remember more but gives up, releasing a pent up breath and slumping back. She looks at him and again sees that happiness in his eyes. Something within her inflates achingly as she stares. "I never said thank you, for the music. Can't believe you would do that, it's sounds so...bright, loving. I don't think anyone would say they're my greatest attributes."
But to him she was. She can see that clear as day. They sit for awhile and then walk, talking at length about each other.
He doesn't want to leave her side.
So he never does and it feels like years.
*
When it happens he almost misses it. He enters the room to find her kneeling on the floor and he immediately drops down and gathers her up in his arms. She is panic stricken. Daniel whispers in a comforting tone, hands rubbing against her back.
A bloody handkerchief, an obscenely bright red, rests on the ground by her knee. She shakes before becoming very still, pulling away. Charlotte stares at Daniel and the realisation in her tear filled eyes makes him cup her face.
"Daniel Faraday." She smiles at him tenderly and tugging on his shirt pulls him into her arms again. Neither say a word for a long time.
*
"I died." She is remarkably poised, she almost sounds amused. But he knows that the hard surface that surrounds her is cracked, knows the magnitude that can and will spill out. He always handled her delicately. She runs the back of her hand over her chin, her nose has stopped running. If it ever really did, in this place. "You held my hand...I babbled like an idiot." She guffaws and Daniel winces in pain.
"Please don't."
"I'm sorry... I - I'm not ready Dan. I don't want to go." She thought she had failed him in some way, Daniel realises. He leans in and kisses her. Any displays of affection had been tentative and restrained before; hugs goodbye and welcome, small kisses on his cheek, fleeting contact with her hair. Now it was different, now there was no need to hold back. Brushing her throbbing red lips against his mouth she pulls back as he sighs in contentment.
"It's ok Charlotte, I can wait."
*
Coda
"You know what my mum would say about me marrying an American..."
"Probably the same as my mother."
Eloise Hawking smiles, overhearing. Her son was happy, though he was still ignorant. But he was happy, that was all she wished for.
They could wait a little longer.
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Charlotte, Eloise & Richard
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,260
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Daniel waits for Charlotte to remember.
Note: Spoilers for the "The End." Might be a bit schmaltzy. Or a lot.
Written for D is for Destiny prompt given by fifmeister
His mother always had a sense of omniscience about her, even as a child he thought of her as this small but terrifyingly all knowing enigma. That aura only seemed to grow in intensity as the years past. It was a trait that has carried over into this place, as it turns out.
He was dead. She was dead. Everyone was dead. But Eloise Hawking was still surveying over all she sees. Like now for instance.
Sitting at a garden table ladled with fruit and flume glasses she stares across it like a plump sparrow hawk, disapproval emitting from her in waves. Luckily the man opposite her had gained years worth of poise and peace and her anger is deflected. He comes and sits next to her and lays a consoling hand on top of hers.
"I'm sorry Ellie, I had no idea that he would remember me."
Eloise sighs, her distress passing. "I know. I just hoped to spare him that, it was such a shock. And do stop calling me Ellie, Richard, you make me feel like I'm ten years old again."
He smiles, remembering. "Sorry, again." his face grows serious and he lowers his voice. "He only remembers being shot, nothing else?"
"Nothing else." Her manner becomes brusque and Richard nods, standing.
"He loved someone, he told me. Her name was Charlotte."
"They've met. From what I understand my son is using every moment to try and woo her. I don't think it's working..." Eloise rises and kisses him on both cheeks, her smile genuine if a little taut. "You've been very patient with me, all of you have. Just a little while longer."
They have to move on, like everyone else, together.
*
The chocolate hadn't worked. He thought about writing notes on the wrappers but reconsidered. He may have come across a little strange. But he wasn't giving up, he had seen it on her face at the concert. She had a sense of him, even if it was faint.
*
It was sweet and delicate, beautiful really and for a moment she lets it move her. The music floats around her, bouncing off the statues and casements like liquid but as it grows louder she hardens herself. It was out of place.
"What are you..." she trails off when she sees the man sitting at the piano. "You?"
"Hello Charlotte."
She catches herself smiling at him, stops. "How the hell did you get that in here?" His whole body seems to shrink for a moment and he taps lifelessly at a key. Charlotte comes forward, hand out stretched. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit surprised." He plays a few upbeat notes.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe how this came to be here...do you - uh, do you like it?" He appears to be holding his breath.
"It's lovely. Though I feel I'm going to scandalise you when I say I don't recognise it." She winces, standing next to his bench. She peers over his shoulder at his music sheet but in it's illegible.
"That's because you've never heard it before. It's new." He doesn't look at her when he utters this.
"Oh, right...Oh!" Her shocked injection echoes around the empty room. She leans closer to the music sheet and finds something she hadn't seen before. The title.
Charlotte.
"Oh my god, that's..." she takes a seat beside him, Daniel moving over. She stares at him in wonder, a great sense of gratitude shaking through her, as well as confusion. "Why would you write that for me?"
He gazes in sympathy and something much deeper. After a hesitating moment he settles his hand on hers. "Why wouldn't I?" Her arm slides against his, her perfume a faint scent. He suddenly smells sun lotion, the shine of it on her arms and the sound of waves.
factor 50. Nothings getting through this bitch. Dan? Come here.
fingertips smear thick white lines under his eyes. She smiles, calls him rambo
and people giggle.
Charlotte springs to her feet, wild eyed. "What the, what the -"
"Charlotte, wait!" But she turns on her heel and walks very quickly out. She wouldn't run. Daniel follows, at a distance. "Are you all right?"
"I think I'm going mental. Since I met you things have been strange." They're outside now, the parking lot of the museum, and Charlotte paces up and down. Daniel stands calmly. "I forget things. I feel dizzy and I keep tasting something, like iron, but then everything goes back to normal."
"Nothing feels quite real, does it?"
"No it doesn't...have we met in the past? I didn't want to ask before in case we have and I've forgotten..." Daniel smiles and pulls her down next to him to sit on a bench.
"I don't think it's something I can tell you, I'm sorry. What do you remember?"
Calmed now she thinks. "A boat, the heat...uh, I think I was going home. You were there, I think." She screws up her face, trying to remember more but gives up, releasing a pent up breath and slumping back. She looks at him and again sees that happiness in his eyes. Something within her inflates achingly as she stares. "I never said thank you, for the music. Can't believe you would do that, it's sounds so...bright, loving. I don't think anyone would say they're my greatest attributes."
But to him she was. She can see that clear as day. They sit for awhile and then walk, talking at length about each other.
He doesn't want to leave her side.
So he never does and it feels like years.
*
When it happens he almost misses it. He enters the room to find her kneeling on the floor and he immediately drops down and gathers her up in his arms. She is panic stricken. Daniel whispers in a comforting tone, hands rubbing against her back.
A bloody handkerchief, an obscenely bright red, rests on the ground by her knee. She shakes before becoming very still, pulling away. Charlotte stares at Daniel and the realisation in her tear filled eyes makes him cup her face.
"Daniel Faraday." She smiles at him tenderly and tugging on his shirt pulls him into her arms again. Neither say a word for a long time.
*
"I died." She is remarkably poised, she almost sounds amused. But he knows that the hard surface that surrounds her is cracked, knows the magnitude that can and will spill out. He always handled her delicately. She runs the back of her hand over her chin, her nose has stopped running. If it ever really did, in this place. "You held my hand...I babbled like an idiot." She guffaws and Daniel winces in pain.
"Please don't."
"I'm sorry... I - I'm not ready Dan. I don't want to go." She thought she had failed him in some way, Daniel realises. He leans in and kisses her. Any displays of affection had been tentative and restrained before; hugs goodbye and welcome, small kisses on his cheek, fleeting contact with her hair. Now it was different, now there was no need to hold back. Brushing her throbbing red lips against his mouth she pulls back as he sighs in contentment.
"It's ok Charlotte, I can wait."
*
Coda
"You know what my mum would say about me marrying an American..."
"Probably the same as my mother."
Eloise Hawking smiles, overhearing. Her son was happy, though he was still ignorant. But he was happy, that was all she wished for.
They could wait a little longer.