PB+J
Author's Notes: My first Lost fanfiction. I am by no means a Lost fanatic, this just came to me when I was on the coach to Heathrow. A massive thanks to Maz for typing this up and posting it. I owe you one. (Type-ee's notes: I big one!)
'You mean the part where I was engulfed by a fire ball or where a fork flew at my head?'
-Charlie Pace
Since Charlie's return to camp they had been inseparable. The thought that something could have happened to Charlie had scared Claire. She depended on him to keep her safe (which he did without knowing so), but it was more than that; she loved him. She regarded him as family. He was Aaron's father. Maybe not biologically, but he would be the only father Aaron would ever know. She hoped. There was something about him that made her think of a happy future, a future she hadn't seen with Thomas.
From their first night on the island when he offered her his blanket because she was 'warming for two' was the sweetest think anybody had done for her on the island; closely followed by giving her peanut butter. From the moment they had crashed on the island she had felt like a human time bomb. But Charlie had made her feel different. He made her feel wanted. He made her feel special.
Charlie had gone on to prove his love many times, in many different ways. He had tried so hard to help her. When Ethan had taken them, he had himself hung for her. He had stuck by her when Danielle had taken Aaron when the black smoke had begun to rise. He had promised her that he would get him back; and he did. He had always kept his word.
They had downs as every couple did, Charlie had tried to 'Baptise' Aaron in his sleep, without knowing it, and that had driven Claire over the edge. Now, on the other hand, they were back on track. Charlie helped Claire with Aaron and the group whenever possible.
More recent events saw him helping Mr. Eko build a church and helping him make Locke press that God forsaken butter. The sky had gone purple. And that noise; that God awful noise
-x-x-
The fire blazed in front of the pair, flickering as the night passed them by. They had both been smiling. Claire leant in a little; he had to let her make the first move after the mistakes he had made. She stopped a matter of inches from his face. A sign he took to lean in the rest.
A quick and tender kiss on the lips; his award.
-x-x
Charlie stood at the doorway to Claire's shack, smiling at the sight of Aaron in her arms. His family. He stood and stared for another few minutes
"Claire?" he mumbled quietly
"Charlie, come in!" From his place standing in her doorway, he kicked off from the door frame and made his way towards her. Taking his new place next to her on the bed
"He looks a lot like you," Claire laughed, holding Aaron out in front of them
"You think?" Charlie asked tilting his head to the side
"Yeah, a little, obviously he looks more like me."
"Thank God for that!" Charlie injected
"Well you're not that bad!"
"You think?" His hand was resting behind her, he could have hugged her. She looked at him and considered his features
"Yeah, I think." Charlie smiled at her and bought his hand up to her shoulder and drew her into him, Aaron now resting on her lap. Claire rested her head on her shoulder and let out a sigh
"Are they gunna be alright?" Claire asking looking up from where her head rested
"It's Locke, I'm sure they'll be fine." Charlie smiled at her, noticing as her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, his doing the same. Bringing his free hand up he gently lifted her chin and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips
"Thank you, Claire."
"For what?"
"Saving my life."