So, I've been reading all of the post-finale stories up here and decided I wanted to write my own. But I also decided that I wanted to do it mainly on Charlie and Claire instead. I will bring in most of the other characters in later chapter, but for now it's strictly PB&J! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or any of it's characters. If I had, Charlie would not be dead, Miles would get more screentime, and Claire would not have disappeared. And if these did happen, Charlie would have come back for the 5th season.
As Charlie waited for the plane to land, he thought about what he would tell the band. He had counted on Liam to come back! How could his brother do this to him.
Charlie had thought about what his brother had said. At the time, the thought of staying with Liam and going to rehab had been cast off immediately. But now he was starting to think it was a pretty good idea. Then it hit him. He didn't need to take a hit. For the first time in so many years, he felt fine.
He was wondering about this when he realized that the plane was unloading. He got up and headed toward the front to get his guitar. He suddenly felt the urge to play it, as if he hadn't played it in years. But that couldn't be right. He'd just played it yesterday. He shook off the feeling and started toward the exit. As he got closer a man suddenly ran into him.
"Watch it, Chuckie." the southern man said pushing past him. Charlie shook his head. That was just like Sawyer.
'Wait, what? Who's Sawyer?' he thought, confused about where that thought had come from. He shrugged it off and exited the plane. He searched the crowd and saw Roderik and Carson standing waiting for him. He made his way over to them.
"Hey, Charlie, where's Liam?" Carson asked. Charlie shook his head.
"He wouldn't come." Charlie answered.
"What!?" Roderik shouted. A few people turned to look at them.
"Calm down, Rod. We'll just have to try again, right Charlie." Carson told his friend looking at their bassist. Charlie shook his head.
"No, maybe we should just leave him alone for now." Rod and Carson stared at him as if he were crazy.
"Are you okay, Charlie? You didn't take too many hits at once, did you?" Carson asked. Charlie shook his head. He wasn't sure where that had come from either.
"Maybe we should just let him stay with his family. We can try to get another singer." he told them. What? Since when did he care about his brother's family?
Roderik glared at him. "What's wrong with you Charlie? This isn't like you at all." Charlie sighed.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." he answered truthfully. Carson and Roderik shook their heads.
"We're gonna go now. See you later, Charlie." Carson said and he and Roderik walked off. Charlie stood there for a minute, then realized that they were his ride.
"Hey, guys, wait!" he yelled but he had lost them in the crowd. He sighed and he went to go find a taxi. In front of him a pregnant woman tripped and he rushed to catch her before she fell.
"Thanks." she said pushing her blonde hair out of her face. Charlie stared at her for a minute. He felt something like recognition, but not quite. It was something he couldn't explain. The pregnant girl stared at him for a minute too, but then they both snapped out of it.
"Um, sorry, I have to go." the pregnant girl said, taking her bag from Charlie. He hadn't even realized he'd picked it up. Charlie nodded and decided it was time for him to go too. He needed to find Roderik and Carson, or he'd be forced to take a taxi. He turned away to look through the crowd, never realizing that the girl was still staring at him.
So did you like it? Please review!!
