RIDDLE
"A writer is someone who can make a riddle out an answer."
- Karl Kraus
Warning! There MAY be spoilers ahead. I'll put at the beginning of each short, the last episode that it adheres to. (i.e. "Golden Bell"; spoilers up until "Daddy Issues") But consider this your formal, generic warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST, ABC, or Disney. I also don't own the lyrics/quotes/poems referenced unless otherwise stated. I don't own much…please don't sue me.
A/N: Okay, this is going to be a bit different than what I usually post. The series of short fics that I will be posting here are the LOST section of a little writing exercise I do for myself. I give myself a song lyric, movie quote, poem, etc. to work with and I have to come up with a fic that incorporates it somehow. How, is as follows:
Song lyric: The fic has to encompass the lyric. I don't usually insert the lyric into the fic, but the fic has to reflect the mood of the lyric.
Movie Quotes: Is usually incorporated into the fic. It doesn't have to exactly fit the context it was originally used in, so long as it makes sense inside my story.
Poem: Pretty much the same as the song lyric, I try not to rhyme in my stories, but if the poem is prose, I might slip it into the fic itself.
Sound interesting? Not really? Meh. I'm posting these up as separate one-shots unless it's stated that it will be part of a short series, but nothing I post in here will be very lengthy. Less than 5000 for each entry, I should think.
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Golden Bell (pt.2)
Spoilers: "Homecoming"
Character Pairing(s): hinted Charlie/Claire (or, Chair, if you will, the lovely 'ship name by Minty!)
Feed: a quote from The Last Unicorn
"You name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name."
She'd been running for days. Her fingernail hurt from the attack she'd delivered to Ethan's face. She quit counting how many times she'd fallen, and she had quit checking to see if the baby was still moving. Sometimes everything felt so numb that she didn't want to know. She'd worry about him later. She had to get away now. If she didn't get away it wouldn't matter whether or not he was alright.
She ran and ran and ran. Ran until she forgot what she was running from and why she was crying. She ran until she suddenly wasn't exactly sure why she was in a jungle and how she'd found one in Sydney. She vaguely wondered, on occasion, if Los Angeles had jungles nearby and why the couple she was meeting had taken her there. It was a silly thought, but she entertained it anyway. It was better than assuming she was irrevocably lost and alone. She just knew she had to get away from wherever she had been.
Was this a dream? She felt as though she'd had a dream like this once before. Though it was less scary, and more of something else.
It was night when she finally felt like she'd gotten away from what she had been running from. Or, at least far enough away to walk instead of run as she had been. She had been trudging through the brush, wondering where she was going, when she stumbled upon a pair of men. A pair of men that looked vaguely familiar. They knew her name. Claire. How did they know that?
Had she run in circles? Was she back to where she had been running from! The panic that came with those question did nothing for her, other than to bring on blessed darkness as the older man approached her.
Someone was touching her. She heard her name, and the askance that she wake up. Where was she? Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a man she did not know. Immediately, she sat up and pushed as far away from him as she could.
"Who are you?" she demanded, swallowing hard. He didn't answer, and just backed away.
That's when someone else stepped into her view.
God, she knew him! She did, but then again, she didn't. Her mind reeled and spun and raced and she couldn't slow it down and she couldn't, for her very life, remember his name.
She wanted to know it. She wanted to know him. She knew she did. Claire brought in a ragged gasp of air and she felt like crying. Why, why, WHY! She stared around the room, and then back at the man who was before her, looking at her with wide, hopeful blue eyes, that held a hint fear.
I know you! The words wanted to leave her mouth, but more than that, she wanted to say his name. His name! What was it? God, she would have torn her heart to pieces just to be able to know him.
But, instead, she recoiled further. "WHO ARE YOU!"
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Annd, there you have Part 2 of the Golden Bell series. Yay. I hope that made sense. I wanted her to have at least a slight recognition of Charlie, but I didn't want her to really remember him, because it's highly doubtful she would have, if she has the amnesia that they say she has. (shrugs) But, I can't help but want her to remember him a little! I hope you guys liked it.
Read and Review please! Oh, and check out my other stories "Threading" and "Broken Memory". (dances)