In Times of Sorrow
A story about Claire Littleton, and the time she spent alone on the island. Claire/Man in Black with a bit of Claire/Charlie. It's a much different writing style than I usually attempt, choppier that mine. Attempting to write like a crazy woman, attempting to write like Claire.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOST, I'm merely a passionate fan.
In the beginning, it was very hard. They had her baby, the Others. Her father told her so. Only, he was never really her father, it was just easier to pretend that he was. Even worse, He was gone. Charlie. Jack told her it was an accident. It wasn't. It was the Others. They killed Charlie. They took her baby. They killed Charlie. They took her baby...
And so it went, for about two months. She kept herself sane by hunting down the Others, picking them off one by one. Finally, Christian put his foot down.
"Claire, the Others have your baby. You aren't getting it back. You need to accept this. Why don't you come stay with me for a while? I'll take care of you." He placed his hand on her arm, in that strange way he always did.
She glanced tiredly up at him, hair falling in stringy ropes around her face. "You aren't my father, Chri-whoever you are."
He smiled softly and looked down at her, squeezing her shoulder. Comforting her like a child. "I know. I can be anyone I want to be, Claire." Before her eyes, he changed into a tall man with dark brown hair, not much older than her. Her eyes lit up and she smiled crookedly.
"Yes, yes I like that." And she did. She needed a companion on the island. Not her father. Someone else. Someone like..."Can you become Ch-...Hurley?" Not Charlie. She wasn't to that point yet. She was still sane enough to know it wouldn't really be Charlie at all.
He merely raised his brows at her, shaking his head. "We both know you don't want Hurley, Claire. Come now, choose wisely."
She tried, several times, to ask the man for Charlie. Each time, she stopped herself.
Things were easier, this way. No pain. She didn't ask who the dark-haired man was, and he never told her. She stayed with him. By his side. He could protect her. He cared about her. He told her so every night, his body moving rhythmically with hers.
She had the strangest dreams when she was with him. Waking dreams. She dreamed incredible, impossible things. She dreamed that he was the smoke monster that she had feared so many months ago. She dreamed that he would whisper things in the night. Talk of escape. Destruction. Nonsensical mumbling, quickly moving to the back of her mind.
Finally, she broke down. As she lay, naked and limp against the nameless man's still form, she whispered, "Charlie. I need Charlie. Please."
End of Chapter 1! As of right now, I want to continue with it. I think it could technically end there, but I'll see what happens if I keep going. Please review, tell me if you think I should fix anything/continue with more chapters!