Comfort
Title: Comfort
Characters/Paring: Daniel/Juliet
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague references to S5 events.
Warnings: Implied character death.
Word Count: 199
A/N: Written for toestastegood's comment_fic prompt "Lost, Daniel/Juliet, holding hands"
He clutched reflexively at his notebook with his free hand as he wrote frantically with his other. He couldn't count on Desmond, or Locke, or anyone else. He'd never really trusted anything but numbers before anyway, but now - after Charlotte - he didn't have time, couldn't place hope on others. He had to find them another way out of this, he had to.
Warmth enveloped his twitching fingers, and Daniel nearly jumped out of his skin in shock.
"Juliet?" He couldn't make out the expression on her face; never had been good with people.
Gently, soothingly, she pried his fingers free, sliding her hand into his grip instead. Warm, soft, comforting in that too-personal sort of way he had never gotten used to.
"You'll never figure it out if you don't get some rest." Juliet told him with the air of one who knows, who has spent too many late nights driving at a problem seemingly without a solution. "We know you're doing your best. She knew that too."
"I-" He started to speak, but trailed off when he realized that he didn't know what to say.
"Rest," she insisted.
Then she was gone; but the warmth remained.
Characters/Paring: Daniel/Juliet
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague references to S5 events.
Warnings: Implied character death.
Word Count: 199
A/N: Written for toestastegood's comment_fic prompt "Lost, Daniel/Juliet, holding hands"
He clutched reflexively at his notebook with his free hand as he wrote frantically with his other. He couldn't count on Desmond, or Locke, or anyone else. He'd never really trusted anything but numbers before anyway, but now - after Charlotte - he didn't have time, couldn't place hope on others. He had to find them another way out of this, he had to.
Warmth enveloped his twitching fingers, and Daniel nearly jumped out of his skin in shock.
"Juliet?" He couldn't make out the expression on her face; never had been good with people.
Gently, soothingly, she pried his fingers free, sliding her hand into his grip instead. Warm, soft, comforting in that too-personal sort of way he had never gotten used to.
"You'll never figure it out if you don't get some rest." Juliet told him with the air of one who knows, who has spent too many late nights driving at a problem seemingly without a solution. "We know you're doing your best. She knew that too."
"I-" He started to speak, but trailed off when he realized that he didn't know what to say.
"Rest," she insisted.
Then she was gone; but the warmth remained.