Title::..Haircut
Spoilers::..What Kate Does
Rating::..G
Genre::..Fluff
Characters::..Claire and Charlie
Pairing::..CC
Author's Note::..Lost fic 102, going back to my fluff roots, but this was written before the finale so I couldn't deny throwing some angst in for Claire. I wrote this before Claire's relationship with Locke was revealed, so there are absolutely no mentions of all the higher-power drama in this, just a little fic about Charlie and Claire, the way life should be.
Summary::.."When was the last time you had a haircut?" She asked. "I'm afraid it's been awhile, you see my barber went on a holiday." He replied sarcastically.
Charlie pushed his bangs off of his forehead. A second later the light hair had flopped back into place against his face. Claire had to bite into her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing as he attempted to move it out of his way again. She considered he could spend all day fiddling with his fringe. It returned to his forehead and he attempted to puff it away.
He looked up and furrowed his brow at her amused expression. "What?"
"When was the last time you had a haircut?" She asked.
"I'm afraid it's been awhile, you see my barber went on a holiday." He replied sarcastically.
She giggled. "I could trim it for you."
"Really?" He asked. "You'll do that without turning all Sweeney Todd on me?"
"Sweeney Todd?" She repeated.
"Yeah, you know Sweeney - -" he drew a line across his neck with his finger. "- - Todd."
She shook her head. "I'm sorry; I don't know who that is. I mean maybe if there was a movie about him, preferably with Johnny Depp in it."
"Alright, keep your gear on over there." He suggested.
"Keep dreaming." She replied.
He got up. "Let's do this then. I don't know whether I should trust you near my hair with scissors."
"Your doubts are insulting to my genius." She stated.
Charlie ran his hands through his hair. After a pause he did it again. And again. An impressed smile played at his lips.
"Can you believe it? You actually had a scalp under that mane of yours." She stated.
He grinned. "Yeah, it feels great. I only wish I could see it."
"Don't worry, my sources tell me this is the way all the fashionable men are wearing their hair as of late." She told him.
"Like George Clooney and Brad Pitt?" He asked. He paused, giving himself time to assess what had just left his mouth. His eyes grew awkwardly wide. "Not that I would know if they were fashionable or not." He scratched at his ear as a nervous blush rose in his cheeks.
She cleared her throat, deciding she would make him squirm for such a comment later. "Oh no, George and Brad could only wish their hair could look this sexy."
With an incredulous smile he ran his hands over his hair. "Really? Sexy?"
Claire pushed her hair back off of her face only for it to immediately return to the same spot. There was too much of it. She couldn't manage it anymore. The clumps of mud thumped against her back as she threw her hair off of one shoulder. She was certain if it remained at this state for much longer bugs would begin to rest in it.
She fished the scissors out of her pack. The scissors she had salvaged from the wreckage of her tent. Strands of Charlie's dusty blonde hair were trapped in the join. She considered keeping the hairs. It was the only part of Charlie she had left. But what comfort would eleven hairs bring her? She discarded the hair into the lake. She watched them float away, the proof that she hadn't always been alone on this island. The large blonde chunks of her hair clouded the lake.
The End.