So, this is my first try at Lost fan-fiction. It wouldn't get out of my head, so here it is! It's AU as of now, but as it takes place season five, it could be true to the story! (Which is very, very unlikely.)
Basically just what I would like to happen from this point on in Lost.

Spoilers up to: The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham (throughout the story)

Lost doesn't belong to me! If it did... Things would be extremely different. Probably a lot less interesting, though!

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She was woken by the sunlight streaming through her cream-colored curtains. These were the curtains used to merely keep privacy; they weren't completely see-through, but they weren't completely opaque. It was nearing seven o'clock, so she carefully slid out of bed as to not wake her husband. He would be waking for his first day of work soon anyway.

Her pajamas made quiet noises as she walked to her closet. She picked a simple sundress to wear; sky-blue with a small flower design at the hem. She slipped it on and checked herself in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

Deeming herself acceptable to be seen, she left the room quietly and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. She put the tea on and started making eggs and toast for breakfast, then went into the family room and looked at the picture on the mantle. It was a picture of herself with her husband, taken just over a year ago. The photo wasn't a very good one, but it was one of the few she had.

It had been two and a half years since everything had happened. She thought she would be forever alone; but then he came back to her. They still didn't quite know how it happened, but it did, and that was all that mattered. They had moved into their house shortly after. They had to blend in, had to make themselves seem normal.

They were far from normal. The people around them could not discover this though.

There was a knock on the back door and she stood still, waiting for her visitor to identify themselves; there had been many who tried to speak to them in the year they had been in the house, alone. Never leaving.

It was a man, a familiar voice. One she welcomed warmly. Richard Alpert, probably there to discuss the day's events; to give more warning on the reactions they would receive from the new people in the neighborhood.

"It's me. Open the door, please. I don't want to be seen."

"I'm sorry Richard. Better safe than sorry," she said as she opened the door for him.

She quickly shut the door when he walked passed her, not wanting anyone to see him or her.

"Good morning, Claire."

"Good morning to you too, Richard," she said with a smile. Her smile was nervous, and her eyes showed that she was not really looking forward to the day ahead of her. She had never been very confident in herself.

"You look lovely, Claire. But please, don't be so worried about today. Everything will be fine, I promise. They will just be…Surprised."

He was trying to help her. Trying to ease her nerves. But her nerves had been escalating for the past year, since everyone arrived. But she tried anyway. "Thank you. I'm trying to not be so nervous, but as I'm sure you know it's difficult." She told him, her thick Australian accent paired with her quick words making her hard to understand.

"It's fine. Everything will be fine," he was about to continue but was interrupted by the alarm clock going off from down the hall, signaling her husband's awaking.

Claire smiled. If they could get this first day to go at least a little smoothly, everything would work out alright. She heard her husband turn off the alarm and getting up, ready for the first day of work in a year.

"How is he handling everything? I'd assume he's not as nervous as you are."

"He's excited. A complete nutcase, I'd say," she told Richard. It really was amazing how excited her husband was; he would be getting ten times as strong a reaction as her. But that didn't seem to matter to him.

He was always cheery. He hardly ever left his gleeful mindset, and even when he did there was something so completely real, so… Well, Claire didn't know what it was. It just was how he was, if that made any sense.

"The tea is ready, Claire," Richard said, taking Claire out of her thoughts of her husband. She smiled, slightly embarrassed, and went to get the tea.

"Would you like any? How about some eggs?" she asked him. He nodded and thanked her, taking a seat at the table. "Are you here to discuss the day? You hardly ever show up in the morning," she finally got to a question that had been in the back of her mind since he arrived.

"Yes, I have. I thought it would be good to go over things, once more. To make sure you'd both be prepared." He left it at that, waiting for her husband to join the conversation.

He walked down the hall, dressed in his uniform, a tired smile on his face. He looked directly at his wife; she had turned around to bring Richard his tea. She smiled back and quickly brought the tea to where Richard stood.

"'Morning," he said, and walked over to his wife. He kissed her swiftly and softly on the lips.

"Good Morning, Charlie."

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Feedback would be great. I want to hear what people think! I don't really know where this story will go... Maybe a little of the backstory to what's going on, but aside from that it's whatever pops into my head!

Characters: Charlie, Claire, Richard Alpert (more will be added as the story goes on!)
Ships: C/C (maybe more later on. There aren't many others that I'm interested in, though!)

The story will stay within the T rating, and I'll keep the action and sexual stuff to what we would see in the show.