Disclaimer: I might not own Lost or the characters but boy howdy do I love them.
Spoilers: Up to 3 Minutes
A/N: I meant to post this before the finale last night but I ended up rewriting the end in history in this morning so it turned out okay. Claire's PoV, hints of Charlie/Claire, set during the funeral. Read, enjoy, let me know what you think.
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The memories come unbidden.
A crinkle eyed smile and his grin, the smell of damp vegetation and the feel of the sun—warm beams that streamed through the slits in the canopy of green over head.
She feels Aaron move, not as the sleeping infant in her arms but as the restless baby he was within her bulging belly, the solid movement from within that startled her so soon after her false contractions.
And just as firmly she feels his hand, warming her through the stretched material of her shirt, resting against her swollen stomach, hears the barely suppressed chuckle of surprise and joy as Aaron moved for them both.
In the distance there is a shadow, lined in emptiness where her memory refuses to unravel and it is followed by cold (and guilt because solid memory proves unnecessary from time to time and new memories cover enough of the potholes without filling them), and the moment is over.
She is back on the beach, the ocean to her back, everything smelling of salt and open air as the sun sets behind them.
Hurley speaks, soft words that tremble in his throat, and all she can think about is how Libby went with her to find the medicine. She thinks of how Charlie bought her medicine for Aaron and the look on his face when he felt the baby move.
She doesn't bother thinking that perhaps she was too hard on him or that perhaps this is just another mistake she's making in regards to who she lets into her life (and Aaron's life now, too).
Instead she reaches for hand and holds on tight.
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End
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