AN: Recently, I decided to re-watch Lost, which has reminded me of how much I completely adore Charlie and Claire, together and apart. I reached this episode to day and thought I'd add in a little scene from the episode. This is my first shot at writing something for this fandom, so apologies if it's not any good. It's set during ''...In Translation,'' which is the seventeenth episode of the first season.
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''You'll never guess what just happened, you'll never guess!'' Charlie declared, storming into the tent where Claire was resting, her delicate but worn hand on the top of her stomach.
She sat up slightly, her forehead creasing in curiosity. ''What was with all the yelling? I tried to get up and see but,'' She pointed to her stomach, a small laugh escaping her pale lips. ''I couldn't stand without some help.'' Claire looked at Charlie, the guy who she was proud to call her friend these days, expectantly, ''So, what happened?''
''Sun, the Korean woman-''
''The one whose husband burnt down the raft? What about her?''
Charlie laughed, as if he was sharing an inside joke with himself that she didn't understand. ''Well, that's a whole other story. No, see, she can speak bloody English!''
''What?'' she gaped at him, her eyes wide. That was just insane... but they were trapped on an island with polar bears, which was a whole other level of insanity, so something like this seemed pretty possible.
''Yeah, yeah. Jin and Michael were fighting and then she just starts screaming words! English words, Claire!''
''So she's just been pretending this whole time to know English?''
He nodded eagerly, obviously excited to know a bit of gossip. Because, as much as he'd love to return home, this island wasn't that bad. Of course, people could still be out there, wanting to hurt him and Claire. But he's already sworn that nothing like that would ever happen again, he's not going to let anyone harm her, ever. The thought of losing the chance to leave didn't bother him as much as he had expected, yet he wasn't sure why.
''Times like these make me wish I had a good cup of tea,'' He said, releasing an unsteady breath. ''Me and my mum used to sit and gossip about the neighbours over some tea and biscuits.'' He revealed. ''It's a shame we're running out.''
She smiled softly, grateful to be let in on a little fact of his life. ''You'll find some, I bet, even if it does end up being imaginary.''
''Hey, imaginary was good, maybe even better, than the real thing.'' Charlie stated with a teasing smile.
''Almost,''
And then she sat and listened as he explained what had happened with Jin and Michael, what Locke had said when he arrived and replayed Sun's outburst to her. He even waved his arms dramatically to give her the full effect, to compensate for the fact that she missed it all. Charlie tried to imitate Michael's voice, which made her giggle so much that she needed to help to go to the ''bathroom''.
As it turned out, he realised, that sitting here with Claire, gossiping about the fellow survivors, reminded him of home.
She was home for him.