Hail Mary
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, that show belongs to a lot of rich people. I do not own the characters of Charlie, Claire, or Ethan. I have no rights to anything to do with Lost.
Author's Note: Not very sure where this came from, but it demanded to be written. Reviews are welcomed and they can be bad, but if they are please tell me why so I can approve. Thanks.
Spoilers: "Raised by Another"-spoilers taken from the ABC press release for "Homecoming"
He called her Mary and she wasn't sure why. It scared her beyond anything because when he would call her Mary, Ethan would get a look in his eyes that made her feel like he knew something she didn't. And it wasn't like the look he had given her when he had first kidnapped her, no it was a special look all its own. A look that let her know she wasn't just a kidnapped pregnant girl. To him and to They, she was special. Her baby was special.
Claire would see Ethan stare at her stomach, as if he were waiting for her baby to burst forth and start performing miracles. It was at those times that Claire would protectively put her chained hands over her stomach.
During the first two days, Claire tried to ignore Ethan and his looks. She'd sit perfectly still and think of Charlie. Was he dead? Had he truly died just for her?
On the third day, Claire began to whisper to her unborn baby. She'd whisper the lyrics to her favorite songs or stories her father had told her as a child. She'd tell her baby about the other castaways and how they were all looking for them, so there was no need to worry. Claire would tell her baby about Charlie and how, despite what she had seen-about the way his body had hung limp in the tree-he was alive and leading the charge.
And sometimes, Claire would pray. She's pray for her baby, for Charlie, and for herself.
By the fifth day, Ethan was always by Claire. He'd sit next to her and gently touch her belly and speak softly to the baby inside.
"Mary," He said softly. "Mary, our child will be born soon." Claire stared straight ahead. She could feel herself shaking, but she tried to hide it. "Aren't you happy? You're going to give birth to a god. To the only God."
Claire softly began to pray. Ethan stared at her a moment before he stood, a look of rage of his face. He demanded that she stop, but Claire didn't-she grew louder.
"You want to pray?" He asked her. Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. "We'll pray, then." Ethan reached down and grabbed Claire by the shoulder. "Hail Mary, full of disgrace, the Lord has abandoned thee." He put the needle by Claire's neck and roughly shoved whatever was in the needle into Claire's bloodstream. "Cursed are thou amongst women and cursed is the fruit of thy womb."
Claire could feel something happening to her. Her vision was becoming unfocused and no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull away from Ethan.
Ethan stared down at a sleeping Claire and her belly. "Unholy Mary, mother of our God, pray for the saints and bless the sinners now and at the hour of their deaths." He smiled. "Amen."
Fin