When the World Melts Away//Lost//Daniel&Charlotte//PG
Title: When the World Melts Away
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG (just for a tinsy bit of language)
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Daniel and Charlotte find a little solace in one another late at night.
Table/Prompt: Fluff/Snuggle
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Dedicated to o_deanna who inspired this little piece due to her comments on what Daniel and Charlotte were doing when the helicopter flew over the beach...and why they didn't come out running to see. :)
A funny thing happens whenever she's with Daniel Faraday.
She can't really explain why it happens and isn't sure if it's a good thing or not but it is what it is. She was never one to really overanalyze a situation anyway; things were much more simpler when they were in black and white, devoid of any colors to screw things up. Straight and to the point, that was what Charlotte Lewis was all about.
But more to that point, she doesn't want to understand why it happens; she's more than content with the simple fact that it does and "let's leave it at that" as she'd say to anyone who'd ask. Things only became complicated when one made them so...And she had no intention of doing that.
After all, Daniel had plenty of frustrating equations of his own to puzzle out without having to add one more variable to the mix. She could recognize that fact all too well whenever she was around him.
However, she was getting off topic--a habit she noticed that she was picking up from Daniel; already her thoughts were beginning to stray as his often did.
When she's with Daniel Faraday, the world seems to melt away. The problems, the concerns of it are still there, lingering in the back of her mind--but they hold no weight. They're as light as air, unimportant. It's sort of like as if everything fades into the background, everything but them.
She likes the sound of that word: them. It goes nicely with us and we, she thinks. Not that she'd ever admit that aloud...especially to Daniel, of all people.
Instead, she keeps her thoughts and opinions to herself. Instead, she allows herself the brief moments of peace and comfort she finds in him. Instead, she revels in the admiration he gives her and basks in the glow of their fledgling relationship (if it can even be called that). Instead, she lets this--whatever this is--run its natural course...And she enjoys it for the time being. Because she can.
Charlotte rests her head on Daniel's shoulder as she sits beside him. He's flipping through his journal with a focused and determined look on his tired face; he seems to be lost in his own world--a world that Charlotte cannot even begin to understand. But that's okay. She doesn't need to constantly remain on his intellectual level, content as she is to float somewhere beneath it. As long as he finds the time to visit her back in the real world every now and then, she doesn't mind it.
She doesn't say anything even though the silence is a little awkward. She doesn't want to break his line of concentration and he seems to be in the middle of something important. Briefly, she closes her eyes, allowing her face to relax into a serene expression, letting her guard down. She doesn't need to pretend around Daniel--doesn't have to play the role of the "tough bitch" to keep others at arms length.
No, Daniel is the one person she allows to get closer to her.
She only hopes that won't come back to bite her in the ass one day.
"I'm sorry," Daniel suddenly apologizes, looking to her by straining his gaze. It's obvious he's trying to avoid moving her from his shoulder. "Am I keeping you up?"
Charlotte realizes then that it is indeed late--the middle of the night, in fact--and the reason that she hasn't fallen asleep is because Daniel has kept a small lantern lit. That that single candle has been fighting against the darkness and has been keeping the tent they share (which they share only because it's convenient...not for a more sinister reason) brightly illuminated. But this isn't really why she's been unable to fall asleep.
"No," she says, reassuring him as her eyelids blink open.
He's not convinced. "Are you sure? I mean, I could finish doing this, uh, tomorrow...or something."
Typical Daniel, she thinks, always putting others before himself.
"It's fine, Dan. Really."
Despite her assurances, it's obvious that he doesn't believe her. He shuts his journal, Charlotte moves back to an upright sitting position.
"We should probably get some sleep," he comments, moving a hand towards the little lantern light.
"Yeah," she agrees.
He extinguishes the light and moves to his own small sleeping roll (the survivors were generous enough to lend them some supplies), and Charlotte moves to the adjacent roll directly beside him. The tent is small, intimate. There's really not much room to maneuver...but Charlotte doesn't really see a downside there.
It's dark, but she can faintly make out the rise and fall of his chest and can hear his eurhythmic breathing. An idea pops into her head. It's absurd and she knows she shouldn't do it.
She does it anyway.
Without saying anything (after all, words were some of those annoying buggers that made things complicated), Charlotte moves closer to him--close enough that their bodies are touching. She hears his breath catch in his throat; it emboldens her. She lets her hand fall across his chest, rests her head in the crook of his neck. She's still now and listens to the rapid thrumming of his heart that seems louder now that she's so close to him. Eventually he relaxes, letting a breath out.
She briefly wonders if he finds as much solace in her as she does in him.
"Um, good night, Charlotte," he says in a small voice.
"Good night, Dan," she replies in a more confident tone.
Daniel’s fast asleep in minutes. She almost is, too, when the sound of rotating helicopter blades reaches her ears. Charlotte knows it could be important...But she doesn't care. She thinks, what could be more important than this?
Lots of things, her mind argues.
And nothing at all, her heart counters back.
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG (just for a tinsy bit of language)
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Daniel and Charlotte find a little solace in one another late at night.
Table/Prompt: Fluff/Snuggle
A/N: Written for mission_insane. Dedicated to o_deanna who inspired this little piece due to her comments on what Daniel and Charlotte were doing when the helicopter flew over the beach...and why they didn't come out running to see. :)
A funny thing happens whenever she's with Daniel Faraday.
She can't really explain why it happens and isn't sure if it's a good thing or not but it is what it is. She was never one to really overanalyze a situation anyway; things were much more simpler when they were in black and white, devoid of any colors to screw things up. Straight and to the point, that was what Charlotte Lewis was all about.
But more to that point, she doesn't want to understand why it happens; she's more than content with the simple fact that it does and "let's leave it at that" as she'd say to anyone who'd ask. Things only became complicated when one made them so...And she had no intention of doing that.
After all, Daniel had plenty of frustrating equations of his own to puzzle out without having to add one more variable to the mix. She could recognize that fact all too well whenever she was around him.
However, she was getting off topic--a habit she noticed that she was picking up from Daniel; already her thoughts were beginning to stray as his often did.
When she's with Daniel Faraday, the world seems to melt away. The problems, the concerns of it are still there, lingering in the back of her mind--but they hold no weight. They're as light as air, unimportant. It's sort of like as if everything fades into the background, everything but them.
She likes the sound of that word: them. It goes nicely with us and we, she thinks. Not that she'd ever admit that aloud...especially to Daniel, of all people.
Instead, she keeps her thoughts and opinions to herself. Instead, she allows herself the brief moments of peace and comfort she finds in him. Instead, she revels in the admiration he gives her and basks in the glow of their fledgling relationship (if it can even be called that). Instead, she lets this--whatever this is--run its natural course...And she enjoys it for the time being. Because she can.
Charlotte rests her head on Daniel's shoulder as she sits beside him. He's flipping through his journal with a focused and determined look on his tired face; he seems to be lost in his own world--a world that Charlotte cannot even begin to understand. But that's okay. She doesn't need to constantly remain on his intellectual level, content as she is to float somewhere beneath it. As long as he finds the time to visit her back in the real world every now and then, she doesn't mind it.
She doesn't say anything even though the silence is a little awkward. She doesn't want to break his line of concentration and he seems to be in the middle of something important. Briefly, she closes her eyes, allowing her face to relax into a serene expression, letting her guard down. She doesn't need to pretend around Daniel--doesn't have to play the role of the "tough bitch" to keep others at arms length.
No, Daniel is the one person she allows to get closer to her.
She only hopes that won't come back to bite her in the ass one day.
"I'm sorry," Daniel suddenly apologizes, looking to her by straining his gaze. It's obvious he's trying to avoid moving her from his shoulder. "Am I keeping you up?"
Charlotte realizes then that it is indeed late--the middle of the night, in fact--and the reason that she hasn't fallen asleep is because Daniel has kept a small lantern lit. That that single candle has been fighting against the darkness and has been keeping the tent they share (which they share only because it's convenient...not for a more sinister reason) brightly illuminated. But this isn't really why she's been unable to fall asleep.
"No," she says, reassuring him as her eyelids blink open.
He's not convinced. "Are you sure? I mean, I could finish doing this, uh, tomorrow...or something."
Typical Daniel, she thinks, always putting others before himself.
"It's fine, Dan. Really."
Despite her assurances, it's obvious that he doesn't believe her. He shuts his journal, Charlotte moves back to an upright sitting position.
"We should probably get some sleep," he comments, moving a hand towards the little lantern light.
"Yeah," she agrees.
He extinguishes the light and moves to his own small sleeping roll (the survivors were generous enough to lend them some supplies), and Charlotte moves to the adjacent roll directly beside him. The tent is small, intimate. There's really not much room to maneuver...but Charlotte doesn't really see a downside there.
It's dark, but she can faintly make out the rise and fall of his chest and can hear his eurhythmic breathing. An idea pops into her head. It's absurd and she knows she shouldn't do it.
She does it anyway.
Without saying anything (after all, words were some of those annoying buggers that made things complicated), Charlotte moves closer to him--close enough that their bodies are touching. She hears his breath catch in his throat; it emboldens her. She lets her hand fall across his chest, rests her head in the crook of his neck. She's still now and listens to the rapid thrumming of his heart that seems louder now that she's so close to him. Eventually he relaxes, letting a breath out.
She briefly wonders if he finds as much solace in her as she does in him.
"Um, good night, Charlotte," he says in a small voice.
"Good night, Dan," she replies in a more confident tone.
Daniel’s fast asleep in minutes. She almost is, too, when the sound of rotating helicopter blades reaches her ears. Charlotte knows it could be important...But she doesn't care. She thinks, what could be more important than this?
Lots of things, her mind argues.
And nothing at all, her heart counters back.