Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, I just like to play with the characters.
A/N: I've finally managed to branch away from my Daire drabbles and write a proper story...kind of. Anyway, hope you like it. Oh and by the way, the bits in italics are what she has written.
Dear Desmond,
No, Claire thought, too formal.
Desmond,
First of all how are you?
Not much better but it would do.
I know it seems a bit stupid that I have written you a letter when we live on the same beach and don't have overly busy lifestyles that keep us from talking but, well, Charlie doesn't really like it when you speak to me. Not that he has me on a leash or anything like that, because he doesn't. I'm my own person that can't be owned! It's just that he's so good to me and Aaron and living in such a small community, people would gossip about us if we spent lots of time together. Even though it would be nice to spend more time with with you.
Urgh, she sounded so pathetic.
Anyway, enough of my rambling. I wrote to ask if you would accompany me on a little fruit picking mission tomorrow morning. Sun offered to watch Aaron since she thought it would be good practice. Normally I wouldn't ask, I'm sure your busy doing...well, whatever it is that you do, but as you've noticed I'm rather lacking in tallness(was that even a word?) whereas you aren't.
He was going to laugh, she knew it. She could see it now, Desmond reading the letter and laugh at how stupid it and she were.
I'll understand completely if you don't want to. I mean, why would you? I'm sure you've got much more important things to do than pick fruit for someone's who's too short and pathetic to manage on their own. And I did snap at you something awful for the whole bird incident. But I did say sorry.
Oh gods, she was getting hysterical!
Claire scribbled out, very heavily, the last paragraph and instead wrote:
Hope you can find it in your heart to help a damsel in distress,
Love,
No!
Yours,
No.
From Claire
Much better.
She ripped the piece of paper from the small book she used as a diary and folded it in half and then in quarters. Later, when she saw him alone making something to eat in their make-shift kitchen, she made her way over and discreetly handed it to him while pretending to get something for her and Aaron. As she sat back down in her tent Claire felt decidedly rebellious at going behind Charlie's back and forming a secret friendship with Desmond right under his nose, even if it was only fruit picking.