Grey Sky Morning//Lost//Daniel&Charlotte//PG
Title: Grey Sky Morning
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Warning: Season 4.
Summary: Daniel gets left behind.
A/N: Written for blonde_leia as a sort of challenge fic--the theme she gave me was Broken Promises. Credit to Vertical Horizon for the opening lyrics. :)
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay...
The ship began to grow smaller as it sank into the horizon. Daniel watched it go from the shore, his face impassive but eyes full of disbelief. For some inexplicable reason, his chest hurt, too. The realization that he'd been left behind hadn't quite sunk in yet, lost beneath the thousands of confused thoughts scrambling his brain...But, in his heart, he comprehended. He knew.
He knew they were gone.
He knew Charlotte was gone.
But most of all, he knew his only way off this island had just drifted away into the grey sky morning.
He'd been left behind...or had chosen to stay behind. The events of the day hadn't quite been properly processed within his head yet. There had been a lot of chaos, a lot of death. The survivors of Oceanic 815 that hadn't managed to escape the island had become ghosts (if they hadn't had been already considered that back in the real world), doomed to wander this forsaken place for the rest of their days. And Daniel would join them.
He stood there and he watched and he waited. Waited for what? He wasn't sure. There was a small, illogical part of him that kept expecting the freighter to turn around...to come back for him. But they wouldn't. After all, what was he to them? Nothing but a nutcase; he'd been useful, sure, but now they had no need for him. They'd gotten what they'd come here for. The fragile bonds of loyalty had been shattered the moment Benjamin Linus had been apprehended.
It had been nothing short of war. And Daniel was certainly no soldier by any definition. In the end, however, they had won. Good had triumphed over evil...hadn't it? He wasn't so sure anymore. Who were the good guys? Had he been one of them? Who were the bad guys? Had they truly lost? Questions, questions, questions. And not a single answer to be found.
No matter how much he tried, he could not seem to tear his eyes from the now-empty horizon. Gone. The ship was gone. Daniel knew the ship was gone. The ship wasn't coming back. He knew that, too. But, still, he could not move...couldn't have moved to save his life. Not like it was worth much now that he was condemned to live out the rest of his days on this island, considered dead to the rest of the world. Not like that mattered either...There would be no one to mourn him, to miss him.
His arms felt heavy as they dangled at his sides, he felt limp as a rag doll but managed to continue standing upright. Whatever powers that were seemed to feel the need to at least allow him to keep his dignity...if only for a little longer.
Charlotte had lied.
It was a mantra, repeating over and over in his head. When he'd asked her if they'd be getting off this island, she'd said yes. When he'd asked her if they'd survive, she'd said yes. When he'd asked her if there was any possibility of him having a life with her off this island, she had said yes. Actually, her exact words had been: "Certainly took you long enough to ask, Dan" followed by an affirmation of sorts. The memory would have made him smile if he didn't know, for a fact, that he would never be seeing her again.
She was on that freighter, headed back to the real world--back to reality. And he was not; he was on this island. And that meant that Charlotte's words had been lies. Shattered fragments of truths that he'd wanted so desperately to believe in at the time. Broken promises, lain out now so all the world could see them for what they were.
He had nothing left. Just memories...and even those would fade with time, he knew.
But he would live.
Despite any possible desires to the contrary, he would continue to live. And he would survive. And he would remember--for as long as he could--the woman that had made his world a little brighter...only to give it cause to plunge into darkness when she departed into that grey sky morning.
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Warning: Season 4.
Summary: Daniel gets left behind.
A/N: Written for blonde_leia as a sort of challenge fic--the theme she gave me was Broken Promises. Credit to Vertical Horizon for the opening lyrics. :)
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay...
The ship began to grow smaller as it sank into the horizon. Daniel watched it go from the shore, his face impassive but eyes full of disbelief. For some inexplicable reason, his chest hurt, too. The realization that he'd been left behind hadn't quite sunk in yet, lost beneath the thousands of confused thoughts scrambling his brain...But, in his heart, he comprehended. He knew.
He knew they were gone.
He knew Charlotte was gone.
But most of all, he knew his only way off this island had just drifted away into the grey sky morning.
He'd been left behind...or had chosen to stay behind. The events of the day hadn't quite been properly processed within his head yet. There had been a lot of chaos, a lot of death. The survivors of Oceanic 815 that hadn't managed to escape the island had become ghosts (if they hadn't had been already considered that back in the real world), doomed to wander this forsaken place for the rest of their days. And Daniel would join them.
He stood there and he watched and he waited. Waited for what? He wasn't sure. There was a small, illogical part of him that kept expecting the freighter to turn around...to come back for him. But they wouldn't. After all, what was he to them? Nothing but a nutcase; he'd been useful, sure, but now they had no need for him. They'd gotten what they'd come here for. The fragile bonds of loyalty had been shattered the moment Benjamin Linus had been apprehended.
It had been nothing short of war. And Daniel was certainly no soldier by any definition. In the end, however, they had won. Good had triumphed over evil...hadn't it? He wasn't so sure anymore. Who were the good guys? Had he been one of them? Who were the bad guys? Had they truly lost? Questions, questions, questions. And not a single answer to be found.
No matter how much he tried, he could not seem to tear his eyes from the now-empty horizon. Gone. The ship was gone. Daniel knew the ship was gone. The ship wasn't coming back. He knew that, too. But, still, he could not move...couldn't have moved to save his life. Not like it was worth much now that he was condemned to live out the rest of his days on this island, considered dead to the rest of the world. Not like that mattered either...There would be no one to mourn him, to miss him.
His arms felt heavy as they dangled at his sides, he felt limp as a rag doll but managed to continue standing upright. Whatever powers that were seemed to feel the need to at least allow him to keep his dignity...if only for a little longer.
Charlotte had lied.
It was a mantra, repeating over and over in his head. When he'd asked her if they'd be getting off this island, she'd said yes. When he'd asked her if they'd survive, she'd said yes. When he'd asked her if there was any possibility of him having a life with her off this island, she had said yes. Actually, her exact words had been: "Certainly took you long enough to ask, Dan" followed by an affirmation of sorts. The memory would have made him smile if he didn't know, for a fact, that he would never be seeing her again.
She was on that freighter, headed back to the real world--back to reality. And he was not; he was on this island. And that meant that Charlotte's words had been lies. Shattered fragments of truths that he'd wanted so desperately to believe in at the time. Broken promises, lain out now so all the world could see them for what they were.
He had nothing left. Just memories...and even those would fade with time, he knew.
But he would live.
Despite any possible desires to the contrary, he would continue to live. And he would survive. And he would remember--for as long as he could--the woman that had made his world a little brighter...only to give it cause to plunge into darkness when she departed into that grey sky morning.