A/N: I've found that there aren't a ton of fanfics about Clawen (I mean, they're quite a few, but not as many as, say, The Hunger Games. I kind of read all of the existing ones in a day :) ). This is a pretty short chapter- this is the only part that is from the movie, and then the rest will be my own. I am trying so very hard to keep the characters as they were in the movie. I'm having the most trouble with Owen; I want to keep that lovable cockiness, but I also am trying to bring out his sweet nature. So bare with me, and I hope you enjoy.

I kneel down so that I can help another traumatized visitor after the accident. I find my eyes wandering and realize with a jolt that I was scanning the crowd for Claire. Once I spot her, I am surprised to feel a flutter of nervousness go through me; being in the Navy taught me to compartmentalize my feelings. And that fiery little redhead broke down that wall in her high heels, I think with a wry smile. The old man that I had been helping looks up at me and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"Let me give you some advice son, some I wish I would've heard a long time ago. It would've saved me a lot of trouble," he adds with a chuckle. Suddenly serious again, he looks at me steadily. "Tell her how you feel. I know that's old advice, but it's good." He suddenly lets out a wheezy laugh. "But why would you listen to a crazy old man like me, right? You don't even know me."

"No, no," I say putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's good advice, I just-" It was then that I looked up and met Claire's eyes over her sister's shoulder. I suck in a breath and step away from the man, walking over to Claire. She says something to her sister and meets me in the middle of the aisle. I find myself liking that her old-self would've view her current state as "unpresentable", and that she doesn't even care anymore.

"So what do we do now?" she asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. I quickly find myself distracted again, looking at her lips, remembering what it was like to kiss her.

"Probably stick together," I say distractedly. "For survival." I don't want it to sound like I'm forcing a relationship on her. But I wasn't just saying it as an out for her, I was saying it because I knew that we would be needing each other in the near future, to deal with all the trauma that we experienced. And also because we were good team, which was seen yesterday.

She smiles, understanding my meaning. We head toward the door together. I sneak a glance at her, only to find that she was already looking at me. We both quickly turn our heads forward again, blushing, and walk out into the sunlight.

A/N: This was my take on what was going through their heads, if you will, from the movie. I took the scenes shown in the movie and added what I pictured happening before/after. Owen and Claire did actually glance at each other and quickly look away at the end of the movie, and I thought it was cute, so I included it in my story :) Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter. Most of them will be longer than this one, promise.