UNEXPECTED SPARK

LOST fanfiction. Ana and Charlie ship. Bit random but oh well.

Name: Unexpected Spark
Subject: Chana
Characters owned by: LOST!

Summary: Charlie and Ana are both upset. Ana is sulking about her near death experience down in the hatch and when Charlie is sick of being rejected by Claire he trails down to the hatch to find Ana alone….

Ana sat in the swan feeling lonely. Sad. The damn guy locked up in the room next to her tried to kill her. How was she supposed to feel? She sat back in her chair. Her whole life had flashed before her eyes. The emotion killing her and the thoughts of her ex boyfriend and her dead baby pained her. She felt so alone and unloved. Kate seemed to have her eye on Jack. And Sawyer-he hated her. Everyone did. She had that effect on people.

Charlie entered the hatch, bored and alone. He sighed to himself. Claire had practically disowned him. Who had he to talk to now? He entered the main room and rolled his eyes at the sight of the depressed Ana-Lucia slumped in her chair, "Oh it's you," he muttered, "Should I go now? Or wait until you shoot me?"

Ana barely looked up, "Hi Charlie," she uttered, "Come, sit down. I'm sure you have some interesting story to tell as to why you're here."
Charlie folded his arms, "Interesting? Since when were things interesting round here?" he asked her sarcastically.
Ana managed a small laugh, "So why are you here?"
Charlie sighed and sat on the arm of the opposite Chair, "Oh...no reason really. I heard the weird guy in the hatch was heating things up here."
"Heating things up?" Ana looked up at Charlie and stared at him.
"Yeah, fighting or what not? I don't know-island gossip. Never true, is it?"
She smirked slightly, "No, it is true."
Charlie slumped in to the chair properly, intrigued, "Oh really? Do tell."
She sighed and handled her gun that Charlie glanced at, "He tried to kill me."
He was silent a minute, "Oh," he didn't know how to react. Or what to say for that matter, "What did you do? Is he still alive?" he didn't mean it to sound rude.
Ana glared at him, "Why are you like that?"
"Like what?" he grinned innocently.
"That. I tell you a guy tried to kill me and you laugh it up."
He coughed, "Sorry, it's not funny."
"No."
He leaned in, his knees supporting his arms and elbows, "It's just-you seem the kind of woman who is used to that."
"Yeah. I guess I am," she looked at him in the eyes, "I used to be a cop."
Charlie leaned back, "Oh. I see. That explains alot."
She smirked slightly, "I'm sure it does."
"So..."
Ana placed her hair behind her ear for it only to droop back over her face, "So..."
"Where is everyone?" Charlie asked.
"Don't know," Ana answered, "Guess they trust me now."
Charlie nodded, "More than I can say for me."
"Oh?"
"Long story," he sighed.
"I got time," Ana replied indicating to the timer. 98 minutes.
Charlie smiled nervously and avoided her eye, "You want the truth, Ana Lucia?" he asked gritting his teeth slightly, "They all think I'm on the heroin."
She stared at him, "On the what now?" she asked confused.
"Ah," he pointed to himself, "Ex-drug addict. I thought Sawyer would have at least mentioned it to you."
She shook her head, "And Claire?"
"Hates me," he glanced at her, a flicker of hurt in his eye.
"Well I've had a whole life time of being hated," she mumbled fiddling with the gun.
"Oh, I wonder why," Charlie said sarcastically, "So you were a cop, eh? Get in to much danger?"
Ana was unimpressed at his reply but answered his question, "All the time," she sighed thinking back to when she got shot, "Got shot in the stomach once. I was pregnant. I lost the baby."
He was silent for a few moments. He got up and sat next to her on the sofa, "I..I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"That's ok," she admitted quietly, "It was a while ago anyway."

There was a long pause of silence as they sat next to each other. Each having nothing to say.
"So, you like playing with that gun?" Charlie asked watching Ana as she kept handling it.
"You like being annoying?" she retaliated.
"It was just a question," he smirked slightly resting his hands on his knees as he looked around the hatch.
Ana rolled her eyes, "Sometimes it's best not to ask questions."
"Oh yes?"
"Yeah, you should learn from that. If you can learn at all."
Charlie chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, why didn't you go to clown college?"
She smiled, "I assumed you graduated from there. I can picture you with the nose and everything," she laughed.
Charlie shook his head slightly annoyed but secretly finding their jokes amusing too.
Ana's smile remained as she looked down at her gun, "I wonder what it's like to be you."
"You don't want to know," he sighed, "I wonder what it's like to be you. With the gun skills and the whole glare thing going on."
She smirked again looking at him, "Yeah, the guns and glares are fun but apart from that I guess you wouldn't want to know either."
"How do we get ourselves in to these stupid situations?" Charlie asked sighing.
She shrugged, "No idea. Comes with the package I guess."
He watched her and nodded, "I guess it does."
They stared for each other for a moment wondering what this could be that they were feeling. A connection? Friendship? Something more?

Ana accidentally slipped the gun and the bullet came out and fell down the side of the sofa, "Damnit," she muttered reaching for it, behind Charlie.
"It's ok, I'll get it," Charlie insisted reaching his hand down the side.
"No, its alright," Ana reached too but didn't realise she had practically reached over on to Charlie, their faces touching and their arms entwined. She thought for a second. But only a second. And before Charlie could do anything at all she had attacked him with her lips on to his, kissing him passionately. She quickened her pace as he responded positively, crawling on to him as they held each other crashing against the sofa kissing faster until they knew they were no longer alone-they had each other.

Charlie stopped for a minute catching his breath and pulling away, "I thought you hated me."
"And I thought you hated me."
He looked at her.
"It's a love/hate world. What stronger emotion can you think of than hate?" she asked leaning down to him and kissing him again not expecting an answer.

And he didn't have one. Instead he let her kiss him, he kissed her back. At the moment he didn't care about anything else. Just as long as they weren't miserable with each other, they were doing something to take their minds off their depression.

So that was chapter one. There are a few more chapters and I may continue it. This is just AU. I love Chaire really