TITLE: Starting at Forever and Ending at Never
CHARACTERS: Charlie and Claire
RATED: PG-13 for now... (Language, somewhat specific details)
EPISODES: After "Exodus", if the raft were to work.
STATUS: Chapter one of -?
BETA READER: Harlequin
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Charlie and Claire. I do not own LOST. I only own the imagination to create this fic.

Quickie:
My first C/C fic! I'm so excited! Please give me feedback!

Chapter 1

It was exactly a year after the raft set sail. It was successful, and the rest of the survivors of flight 815 that were stranded on the island were rescued. They all had a huge goodbye feast on the rescue ship where tons of hugs, and kisses and speeches were passed around. The biggest goodbyes went to Shannon and Kate. Everyone sent their condolences to Shannon for the loss of Boone. They all said goodbye to Kate and wished her good luck with her case, although she knew she wouldn't be free anytime in her future. Jack and Kate had a hard time saying goodbye, when Kate was being taken off in cuffs. After that, everyone went their separate ways.

Charlie was set to return to L.A., keeping his promise that Claire and "Turniphead", now Aaron, could stay with him. He certainly hadn't expected to see Liam on the platform when getting off the ship. He immediately introduced Claire and Aaron, and they flew to L.A. together in a private jet. He was right about Driveshaft's success since he had been assumed dead. But now that he was home and alive, it was bigger than he expected. The three of them lived in a large, comfortable apartment. Aaron was lucky enough to have his own little nursery, and Claire and Charlie, of course, shared a room.

Since Aaron's arrival, Charlie and Claire had grown closer. They were almost like a family on the island. Charlie even wrote a song on the island about Aaron called "Ode to Turniphead". They had shared their first kiss on the beach, when taking a walk. Of course, only five minutes later, Aaron started crying causing them to break apart. But since then, the two were inseparable.

It was a Saturday night, and Charlie was sitting on his bed, still fully dressed, strumming his guitar, pencil in mouth. Claire came in and lay right down, sighing.

"Well finally!" Charlie said, removing the pencil from his mouth.

"Three hours!"

"Sorry?"

"Is it normal for a baby to take three hours to fall asleep?"

"Probably not," he said, writing lyrics on the paper in front of him.

She sat up. "I tried everything, but he wouldn't stop crying!"

"Mmm," he replied distractedly, still writing.

"I fed him! I changed him – twice! I even sang to him!"

"You sang?" he said, grinning, lying on his side now.

"Just a lullaby," she said, trying to shrug off the subject.

"You never told me you sang."

"I don't!"

"Sing something!"

"Charlie!"

"What? I want to hear you sing!"

"No!" she shoved him.

"Come on. Sing anything."

"No," she said, sternly.

He pouted and laid on his back. "You know, if you're good enough, I might be able to get you into Driveshaft."

"Charlie!" she said laughing. "Get off the subject, okay?"

"Fine."

About fifteen minutes later, Charlie finally put his guitar and writing aside, and turned out the light. He wrapped his arms around Claire and kissed her neck.

She groaned. "Charlie…"

"What?" he said, kissing her neck again.

"Not tonight…"

"Come on. Why not?"

"I'm too tired."

"Too tired!"

She turned on her side and leaned her head on her hand.

"He was crying all day long! He wouldn't even let me put him down."

"Should've called Sawyer. He shuts him right up."

She snickered. "I'm sure that would've been a great conversation! 'Hi Sawyer, it's Claire. Do you think you can come over and talk to my baby? He won't shut up.'"

"There you go. See, you should've bloody called him!"

She laughed. "Good night."

"Party pooper," he muttered.