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A/N: this fic meets my dysfunctional brain's odd needs. Follow me? Hope you enjoy but if you don't, then, well my day certainly wont be affected. If you like it or want to leave a comment, please, please do so. Via the fantastic lil button at the bottom of the screen. Reviews more than welcome... c'mon people, R & R !! :P
Summary: The first knot sealing Charlie and Claire's relationship. Wether it be romantic or the timeless phrase "just friends" is up to you... (for now)Here goes chap 1
Claire's P.O.V
I give myself a secret name. No one can know it, of course, because then it would be as public and wasted as the name my parents gave me. A secret name is one that only I know, and it speaks to me in a way my name can't. My birth name means nothing to me. I will look up of it is called across a room or recognize it written out on a sheet of paper for all to stare at, but it was given to me when I was a newborn and my traits that define me were not formed or part of me yet. Now I have a good idea of who I am. And my secret name reminds me of at least part of me. As clear a reflection as if I had stared into a still pool after a drenching desert rain on a clear winter's night. The more I think of it in my head, it strengthens. But if it is used like a birth name for daily reference, it becomes mortal as my body. All in all, I bind my soul to a thought, thinner that a vapor of air or as fleeting and unreachable as he furthest star from the earth. A thought cannot die, therefore my soul cannot. It is a stitch without flaw, a plan without glitch. Unto it I will hold.
Can my baby hear my thoughts? My poetic, probably deranged inner thoughts? I need water, but have none.. My throat is dry and getting scratchy. I cough, but that only makes it worse. My back hurts like hell. This baby need to come out. But then when I think about it, I don't want it to. Not here, not on this island.
Jack. Jack is a doctor. But still, a doctor without equipment. Still, is it some small coincidence that there is a doctor here and I'm due in several weeks? Probably not. Despite the uncomfortable heat I find myself chilled. There's something on the island. Not on the beach, but in the jungle. I don't know what though. I think its some kind of animal. A massive one. But there is a still quality that hangs in the air about me and my fellow survivors that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Supernatural. I try not to think about it and close my eyes. So thirsty.
"Claire?" Charlie asked carefully. She looked thin, despite her bulging abdomen. Thin in her face, pale and dehydrated.
"Charlie.. Hey." She responded slowly, attempting to sit up and almost toppling back when her elbow wouldn't lock to support her.
"Woah, easy there love." He mumbled casually and caught her behind her shoulder, helping her sit back up. The beach was too sunny for her, he thought.
" You look awful." He commented on her pale features and tired eyes.
"Thanks." She said.
"You don't actually look your best either." He smiled.
" Listen, Claire. There's still not much water. And this sun cant be good for you. You need some shade." He gestured toward an empty spot at the edge of the beach that was shaded by the lengthening shadow of the trees. She squinted and looked skeptical.
" I don't know Charlie.... I like it by the water best."
Charlie sighed.
"I know, its comforting for the sound of the waves to be so close." He sat down and tossed a rock into the blue water, skipping it three times on the surface.
"Mm." She agreed and stared down past her shoulder at a random spot on the ground.
"But I don't think it's a good idea. This sun is getting you more and more dehydrated, and eventually that fair complexion of yours will get burnt." She smiled and looked down.
"Pretty please?" He reached under her chin with two fingers and lifted her face up, her eyes meeting his.
" I'll sit with you and we can talk..." He was immediately sorry he said this. Was he hitting on this poor pregnant girl that was stuck on an island with him? He was relieved when she laughed quietly.
"About?"
"Anything you want to." He removed his fingers from her chin and pouted his lower lip dramatically
"I guess you're right Charlie." She got to her feet and followed him across the beach to the shaded patch of white sand . Now just to come up with her secret name.....
please reviiiiieeeewwwww :P I am a review-starved thirteen year old probably still sitting at my computer waiting for a nice kind generous person to come bumming around and review my lonely little story ....Waiting for Lost to come on Wednesday night ... sigh eighth grade is stressful