Fandom: LOST
Pairing: very minimal Charlie/Claire - mainly based around Charlie.
Title: Revival
Theme: sun on your face
Author: wilchel
Rating: PG, only because Charlie is a drug addict ;D
Summary: Even if no one else had the nerve to say it, crashing on the island was almost a miracle for Charlie.
Word Count: 313
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, nor am I making any money off of it.
A/N: I gave up on Script Frenzy. i don't know why you expected anything else, though. Anyway, I'm back to regular writing. Wait - this isn't exactly regular, is it? Fuck me. I'm beginning to suspect that I am strangely obsessed with Charlie. Not that I didn't already know that. ;D :x
Back when Jack had been his surrogate island-father, he'd mentioned something about the possibility of Charlie dying in the near future, had he not kicked the heroin habit. Locke had most likely told him the same thing, but the fact that Jack was actually a doctor made him that much more credible. That, and Charlie's withdrawal symptoms had been at least twenty times worse before Jack had been aware of the problem, so the likelihood that Charlie had been listening to a word that Locke said was slim to none.
Even if no one else had the nerve to say it, crashing on the island was almost a miracle for Charlie. Sure, for others it separated families, and in general just created a plethura of unfixable problems. But for Charlie, it fixed a problem he wouldn't have admitted was practically unfixable back in civilization. And he'd met Claire - and even with all the baggage that brought along with it, it didn't make meeting her any less worth it. So Charlie had decided to keep his mouth shut about being happy that they had crashed on the island; he was alive, drug free, and most notably - happy. There were certainly a handfull of people who couldn't say that about the island, however.
The truth of the matter was that Charlie had completely lost track of what it meant to be happy before he landed on the island. Here he had everything that heroin had stolen from him, and a beautiful island on top of that. It was the first time in a long time that he could appreciate any of this. And it hadn't even just been the drugs; it had been Driveshaft as a whole, the media, their image - it had all stolen the real Charlie Pace.
The fresh air and the sunshine was the only thing that revived him.