DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST, if I did, this would have really happened and Charlie wouldn't be dead right now!
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Claire Littleton was sitting in a pub in Manchester, England all alone with a drink in her hands. She had heard that a karaoke night was going on that night and wanted to join in. She was a little nervous about being in a new country with no one around her that she knew. Her long blonde curls were pulled back into a high ponytail and her blue eyes were bright with excitement. She could see some definite possibilities here in this pub. There was a cute blond man with bright blue eyes, a hot black haired man with green eyes and a redhead with brown eyes. She was setting her sights on the blond at the moment. All of a sudden a light hit her body. She looked up and saw a man with a microphone standing over her. "We have a woman to sing the couples song!" the man called with a smile, gaining cheers and laughter.
"What?" she asked lamely.
"Don't worry, love. It'll be all right," the man said, pushing her up on stage. She teetered a little bit on her heels, but then steadied herself. She looked at the man on the floor and then where the light was shining, it was on the blond man. He jumped on stage and then gave a deep bow.
"Thank you ladies and gents!" he yelled loudly. He rubbed his hands together and looked at the screens that were showing the lyrics. He grabbed a microphone and then shoved one in Claire's hands. They both started singing the purple lyrics.
"Whoa, whoa, ohh. Whoa, oh. Whoa, Whoa, whoa, ohh. Whoa, oh. Whoa, whoa, oh. Whoooaaaahhh. Whoa, oh, whoa, oh."
It seemed like an easy enough start, but then Claire needed to sing by herself. She had always been afraid of stages and crowds and she automatically thought she couldn't do it. But then the crowd urged her on. She started off soft, but then got louder as the song went on. "When I saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare but my mind was everywhere. I wanna know you," she blushed heavily at these words, knowing that they were true.
"But I guess that you're the kind that says what's on her mind, but listened when I had something to show you," the man sang boldly. Claire stared intently into his eyes and then sang again.
"There's a mark above your eyes, you got it in July fighting for your sister's reputation. You remember people's names and valentines are lame, so I bring you flowers for no occasion. Ohhh yeah." Claire smiled at this, taking in that he seemed happy enough to be singing with her. They went back into singing together again.
"Whoa, whoa, ohh. Whoa, oh. I wanna know you. Whoa, whoa, ohh, whoa oh. I wanna know where you go, I wanna find out what you know. And maybe someday down the road, I'll sit back and say to myself 'yeah, I thought so!' You smile and never shout, you stand out in the crowd, you make the best of every situation," the man stepped up to her and smiled widely.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, you're fragile and you're strong, a beautiful and perfect combination," the man sang with all his heart, making Claire blush even more. She was glad that it was dark so that no one could see how red she was. Her blonde hair was coming out of its ponytail and she was breathless with anticipation of the rest of the song.
"Yeah! Whoa, whoa, ohh, yeah, whoa, oh. I wanna know you! Whoa, whoa, ohh, whoa, oh. I wanna know where you go, I wanna find out what you know, and maybe someday down the road, I'll sit back and say to myself, yeah," they sang together, stepping closer to each other and feeling the heat from the bodies around them.
"Like how you are with me, in our future, history. Maybe someday down the road I'll sit back and say to myself, yeah, I thought so!" the man sang with feeling, meaning every word he said. "I thought so, ooh, yeahh, whoa!"
Together they sang the last part of the song, "Whoa, whoa, ohh, yeah. Whoa, oh, yeah. I wanna know you. Whoa, whoa, oh, yeah, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah. I wanna know where you go, whoa, whoa, oh. I wanna find out what you know, whoa oh. And maybe someday down the road, whoa, whoa oh. I'll sit back and say to myself, oh, oh, oh yeah, whoa, oh." They smiled at each other and then sang quietly. "Like how you are with me, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, oh. In our future, history, yeah, whoa, oh. Maybe someday down the road, yeah, whoa, whoa, oh. I'll sit back and say to myself, yeah, whoa oh. Yeah, I thought so."
The man looked at her with a smiled gracing his features, Claire could feel heat coursing through her body. He stuck out a hand and whispered in her ear, "I'm Charlie Pace."
"Claire Littleton," she replied with a smile. Charlie smiled back and then pulled her off the stage.
"How would you like it if I bought you a drink?" he asked slyly. Claire giggled and then blushed some more.
"I'm not sure I can accept drink offers from random men off the street," she replied.
"Ah, but I am not random or off the street. You know my name and you know that I am in the pub, that's got to count for something!" he said earnestly.
"Sure. Just this once, I'll accept a drink offer. But only because you sound as though you're going to cry if I don't." Charlie laughed and then led her to the bar. For once in her life, everything was going right.
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A/N: This isn't an oneshot! I promise I'll keep up with it! Please R&R! It would make me incredibly happy!
-Ed