Christmas drabble for _badly_drawn_!
Title: Guardian Angel
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: With Miles and the rest of the crew constantly harassing him, Daniel finds it a little hard to work. But maybe Charlotte can help him out?
A/N: For _badly_drawn_. Merry Christmas!
Even all of of Daniel's scientific logarithms put together couldn't have accurately accounted for and predicted the impending disaster that being stuck on a ship with complete strangers would present for him.
Not only was he somewhat claustrophobic within tight quarters, but the majority of the crew liked to pick on him when they grew tired of their own business and chores. He'd dealt with the latter for the majority of his latter life, as his mind had begun to go some, so it wasn't that that bothered him so much . . . but it did bother him that all the constant interruptions were hindering his work, and the atmosphere wasn't exactly conducive to his science in the first place.
He heard some footsteps approaching from behind, and he immediately assumed the worst. "Uh, Miles, kind of busy here, at the moment . . ." he began, rapidly trying to think of a way to get the mean little Asian man to leave him alone.
However, his assumption proved incorrect . . . as most assumptions tended to.
"Didn't mean to interrupt you," replied an accented voice, one he recognized as belonging to one of the few tolerable people on the ship.
"Charlotte!" he blurted out, whirling around to face her. "Sorry! I, uh, I thought you were Miles."
"I take it he's been giving you a spot of trouble lately, yeah?"
"Yeah . . ."
Charlotte leaned against the railing of the ship, adjacent to where Daniel was working with a prototype rocket of some sort.
"You shouldn't let him get to you," she told him. "You're more important to this assignment than he is, you know. I'm sure he's just jealous."
He blinked. More important to this assignment? He'd thought that they were all an equal part to it, but Charlotte seemed to think otherwise. And it was probable that she knew more about all this than he did; they rarely told him anything, and the little they did tell him wasn't all that helpful to enlighten what they were going to do once they reached their destination.
Still, it was nice that she was trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, maybe," he said.
The red-haired woman moved to him, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "As for the rest of the crew, well, it's just a little cabin fever." A strange look caught her eye, something Daniel likened to mischief. How had she known about the other crew hassling him as well? She must have been more observant than he gave her credit for.
Since she was obviously awaiting a response from him, he nodded. "Yeah," he agreed complacently.
"I'll make sure they all leave you alone from now on. Sound good?"
She gave his shoulder a small squeeze, and then departed back the way she'd come before he could give a proper reply. Daniel smiled, somehow assured now that he had a guardian angel aboard the ship looking out for him.
Fandom: LOST
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: With Miles and the rest of the crew constantly harassing him, Daniel finds it a little hard to work. But maybe Charlotte can help him out?
A/N: For _badly_drawn_. Merry Christmas!
Even all of of Daniel's scientific logarithms put together couldn't have accurately accounted for and predicted the impending disaster that being stuck on a ship with complete strangers would present for him.
Not only was he somewhat claustrophobic within tight quarters, but the majority of the crew liked to pick on him when they grew tired of their own business and chores. He'd dealt with the latter for the majority of his latter life, as his mind had begun to go some, so it wasn't that that bothered him so much . . . but it did bother him that all the constant interruptions were hindering his work, and the atmosphere wasn't exactly conducive to his science in the first place.
He heard some footsteps approaching from behind, and he immediately assumed the worst. "Uh, Miles, kind of busy here, at the moment . . ." he began, rapidly trying to think of a way to get the mean little Asian man to leave him alone.
However, his assumption proved incorrect . . . as most assumptions tended to.
"Didn't mean to interrupt you," replied an accented voice, one he recognized as belonging to one of the few tolerable people on the ship.
"Charlotte!" he blurted out, whirling around to face her. "Sorry! I, uh, I thought you were Miles."
"I take it he's been giving you a spot of trouble lately, yeah?"
"Yeah . . ."
Charlotte leaned against the railing of the ship, adjacent to where Daniel was working with a prototype rocket of some sort.
"You shouldn't let him get to you," she told him. "You're more important to this assignment than he is, you know. I'm sure he's just jealous."
He blinked. More important to this assignment? He'd thought that they were all an equal part to it, but Charlotte seemed to think otherwise. And it was probable that she knew more about all this than he did; they rarely told him anything, and the little they did tell him wasn't all that helpful to enlighten what they were going to do once they reached their destination.
Still, it was nice that she was trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, maybe," he said.
The red-haired woman moved to him, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "As for the rest of the crew, well, it's just a little cabin fever." A strange look caught her eye, something Daniel likened to mischief. How had she known about the other crew hassling him as well? She must have been more observant than he gave her credit for.
Since she was obviously awaiting a response from him, he nodded. "Yeah," he agreed complacently.
"I'll make sure they all leave you alone from now on. Sound good?"
She gave his shoulder a small squeeze, and then departed back the way she'd come before he could give a proper reply. Daniel smiled, somehow assured now that he had a guardian angel aboard the ship looking out for him.