Title: Moments
Authoress: Ebbtide
Rating: G
Summary: Charlie thinks about moments he has shared with Claire. Claire/Charlie shipper. Drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own…don't make money…etc.
NOTE: I am totally a Claire/Charlie shipper…And completely obsessed with season one…hope you enjoy!
Charlie filled his arms with firewood and slowly made his way over to Claire's dying fire. The pregnant woman was propped up against a pillow-covered rock and he saw that she was sleeping. The rock star smiled at the angelic look on her young face. It was at moments like this that Charlie Pace felt the guilt of every single bad thing he had ever said or done in his lifetime. How could someone as good as Claire ever have come to trust someone as messed up as him? It was a question he asked himself everyday – a question that he was grateful to be able to ask, because it meant that she did trust him.
He unloaded the wood and stuck some pieces into the fire, causing sparks to fly into the air. He watched as they filtered down towards the ground and disappeared. It reminded him of the times he and his brother, Liam went camping together. They would fish all day and then roast marshmallows and hot dogs at night.
"Pixie Dust." He whispered.
"What?" Claire asked sleepily.
He turned to her in surprise. "Claire, you're awake."
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. What were you talking about Pixie Dust for?" She asked.
Charlie shrugged and sat down next to her. "Just something my brother used to say. The fire sparks look like Pixie Dust, you know from Peter Pan, and when we were little my brother used to say that the sparks were magic." He smiled fondly as he remembered sitting wide eyed listening to Liam. "He used to say that it was the Pixie Dust that melted my marshmallow and cooked the hot dogs. I never believed him though. Liam was always making up fairy tales."
Claire held a hand over her bulging stomach. "When I was younger I always thought the Tooth Fairy was real, and Santa Claus too. Guess I'm gullible."
Charlie shook his head. "No. Everyone needs something to believe in."
Claire nodded and then repositioned herself so that she could lie back down. They sat in silence for a few more minutes before the woman fell back to sleep. The edges of her mouth were curved up in a contented smile. Charlie watched her sleep. His thoughts wandered back to when they first met. She had been trying to lug an oversized suitcase through the planes wreckage, always the independent one. He smiled when he thought of the "Peanut Butter" he had imagined for her. They had laughed a lot that day. There had been so many moments of happiness they had shared since the crash.
Charlie yawned and leaned back against a rock. The warm fire helped him relax and in seconds he was asleep next to the woman that he liked more that anyone else he had ever met. Next to the person that maybe, just maybe he would never ever leave. Perhaps, this time, he wouldn't mess it up. Maybe this moment would never end.