Title: Passenger Seat
Summary: title borrowed from Death Cab for Cutie. Set During the O6's time off the island


She wore a green sun dress and a pair of flip-flops. He looked more like his island self in an old pair of jeans and a worn out short-sleeve shirt, the top buttons left open.

She let her hair loose as he opened the sun roof. She giggled when a a few strands blew unto her face and tickled the tip of her nose. He looked to his right, smiled and reached over to tuck them behind her ear. He left his hand linger as his thumb slowly stroked her cheek. She took his hand in hers, brought it to her lips and kissed the back of his hand.

They drove the country road, the setting sun painting the horizon with shades of red and yellow, remnant of sunsets on the island and evening spent talking about past, presents and new beginnings they all needed.

He had promised he would try, and she had promised they would take it at his own pace. She knew how hard it hit him learning about Claire and Aaron. And although they both knew that there was an easy way of dealing with it, neither was ready to let go just yet.

She looked over to her left and saw him smiling, singing softly along with whatever was playing on his beat up old jeep's radio. It sent butterflies through her stomach and a smile to her face seeing him so relaxed and content; seeing a smile on his face that had been absent for months. She reached over and ran her finger through his over grown buzz cut, her fingers dancing around the back of his neck, as they both sang along out of tune and missing half the words. But none of that mattered. Not for now at least.