A/N: Short fic. Synopsis would spoil it, so just read. May be a one-shot. I may also continue. It has potential. Let me know your thoughts.
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Claire was in her tent, fast asleep, when she was suddenly awoken by a noise. Her eyes flew open as she opened her eyes. Charlie was sitting at the end of her bed.
"Charlie, what is it" she said sleepily as she sat up.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he replied. He smiled and gave her a kiss. She smiled and then realized that Charlie was soaking wet.
"What, what happened? Why are you all wet?" she asked.
"I just went for a swim." he said coolly
"A swim? In the middle of the night?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Well you should change, Charlie, I don't want you to get sick or-"
"Claire, shh. I just wanted to see you." he whispered quietly.
"See me?" she questioned.
"Yeah, I'm going on a trip, tonight." he replied.
She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, "Trip? What trip?"
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "I can't tell you. And I don't know if I'll be back."
"Charlie, what are you saying? What-what trip-what do you mean?" she asked the fear setting in.
He smiled and placed a hand over hers, "Don't worry about me, Claire."
Claire put her hand up to Charlie's face and tried to wipe off some of the water, "Charlie--"
He smiled and then out of nowhere water started pooling out of his mouth. "Charlie! Oh my God!"
The tent suddenly filled with water as Charlie started fading away into the distance. She tried to swim to him, but got nowhere.
"Charlie!!!" she screamed out.
Claire suddenly woke up and could feel her heart in her stomach. She looked around. It was a nightmare. She quickly got up and checked on Aaron. He was fast asleep in his crib. She looked around the tent and then sat back down. Charlie was not there to comfort her. Charlie was dead. This was the nightmare she will never wake up from.