Title: Don't hold my hand
A Miles/Charlotte one-shot
By: Whitestone
Miles Straume stood about as the sun faded from her sky.
He remembered the day's complications with a run of his hand through his hair. It was filthy and sweat ridden. He dumped his black garment on the ground and squatted on the ground.
He sensed the forest. He still heard the rhythm of the dead. It did not frighten him but made him a little nervous. It gave him a funny feeling in his stomach, like butterflies.
He looked around for Charlotte. He wanted to ask her something. She sat on a log in quiet conversation with Daniel.
The freak was struggling to grasp his mind onto something as he flipped through the pages of his ancient notebook. Charlotte sipped her tea. Melancholy was in Miles as he stepped up.
He felt rather alone and wished Sawyer had not put a restraint on him from being near Claire. But he sensed she was fine. How could she not be? It was her Dad. That he had no doubt about, but he wanted to explore. To discover the secrets of the island and their dead.
"Charlotte?" He said slowly.
She rose. "Yah, what do you need?" She stared back.
"I need to talk to you." Miles was not sure of her response.
Dan looked up suspiciously. "Why do you need to talk to her Miles?" He broke in.
Miles glared at the man. He annoyed him rather like a dog annoys a cat. Miles felt trapped in a tree.
"Alone. Okay?" He told Charlotte with an exhale of his breath.
"Sure." She hesitated. "Dan I am going to be back soon."
Dan nodded but was obviously concerned.
Miles and Charlotte walked to a grove of trees and halted.
Charlotte gave him a curious look and he nodded in response. He sat down to prepare for the worst.
"Look, Miles if you're going to start talking about the past-" He stopped her with a raise of his hand. "Not at all Charlotte."
She nodded and put down her attack for the moment. A frog croaked. Charlotte winced from the sound.
"I am sorry you were kidnaped by Locke but that doesn't change the fact that he was right. We are here to do harm." Miles looked at his hand meditatively.
"Furthermore, Linus is defending himself. Keamy killed his daughter."
Miles glanced at Charlotte. He thought her red hair radiant as the nightfall slipped in. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
"Because I don't want to follow the white rabbit anymore. I am sick of believing a lie. We need to help these people."
Miles wondered if he had said his words correctly.
Charlotte burst out: "Linus is a bad man and I am not taking his side." She was angry.
"Charlotte this could mean life or death! Do you get it?" He explained jumping up.
"Yah." She replied back angrily. She was thinking and he looked at her hand.
"Can I?" He mumbled but then blushed.
She looked at him critically. He reached for her hand and held it.
"Please Char. We need to help Linus." Miles pleaded.
Charlotte opened her eyes wide and pulled her hand away.
"Miles don't hold my hand." She said slowly in her British accent.
"Sorry." He said turning away from her.
"I can't Miles. This bloody island is not taking me down with it." She trudged away, leaving Miles in the dark.
Author's note: I wrote this rather impulsively. This is sort of out of the picture but I imagined Miles and Charlotte having a sort of romantic past. But, I did try to stick to their character's personalities. Read and Review!