Title: What Love Is
Author: JacquiJack
Rating: PG-13 again.
Warnings: Language and sexual references.
Summary: If someone had asked Charlie a few years ago what love is, he would have told you the Lord is love. A few months ago, it would have been those little packets of powder. But from today, tomorrow and forever, he knew the real answer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of its characters. I am not associated with the show in any way, apart from being a hardcore fan.
Author's Note: A tiny drabble about dear Charlie. Not meant to be long and detailed.
He sat there. Hugging his knees, one hand subconsciously touching his neck. Staring out to sea.
Thinking about her.
It was crazy. He was a rock god. He used to have millions of girls hanging on him, following him around, asking him to marry them. He would look at a woman and only think about how large her breasts were, what fine legs they had and how good it would be to have them on top of him, moaning his name. Hell, he had had those thoughts about a few of the women there, even when they first crashed. In particular, Kate and Shannon. They would have been great fun, if he had ever had a chance with them in the first place.
But with Claire it was different.
When Charlie first saw her, he was struck by her beauty. She wasn't heavily made up, and she certainly wasn't wearing a skimpy outfit. She had a cut on her chin that sometimes looked like a funny moustache; depending on what light you were in. Because of her pregnancy she probably wasn't someone he would have taken a second glance at in his previous life. But she had this… something about her. She glowed. She was natural, and she was beautiful. Her blonde hair, waving in the wind. Her blue eyes sparkling, even as she struggled to pull her bags. There was something about her that drew him in.
His first instinct was to help her. Not to imagine fucking her, or to flirt with her. To help her out, make sure she was okay. And that was a big deal to him. She was different to him, she was special. When she smiled, he felt like grinning from ear to ear, literally. And when she laughed… it was easily the best feeling Charlie had ever experienced. Knowing that he had made her laugh. The sensation was better than being high, or boning random groupies, or anything he had ever felt before.
If someone had asked Charlie a few years ago what love is, he would have told you the Lord is love. A few months ago, it would have been those little packets of powder. But from today, tomorrow and forever, he knew the real answer.
It was Claire.
The feeling that came over him when her hand touched his, and guided it to her stomach, where he felt the baby kick. That feelingwas what love was. And it was honestly the best feeling in the world. And despite the dire circumstances they were in, he had never felt more happy and at ease with himself in his life.
So of course that had to have been taken away from him.
His brain repeated, over and over. Get a grip, Charlie. You'll never see her again. Grieve and move on, you bloody moron.
But his heart was saying something different. His heart told him that Claire was still alive, out there somewhere, thinking about him. And though some people might say that it is foolish to listen to your heart and not your head, he was willing to be dubbed a fool. Because these thoughts were what kept him from not going insane, and not wishing he had died back in the jungle.
There's a fine line between denial and faith. And it was much better on his side.