Title: Dear Future Husband

Rating: G

Summary: CC. 2- chapter Oneshot. Slightly AU. Back in USA after everyone from the island has been rescued, it's the day before Charlie and Claire's wedding. Liam, the Best Man, presents Charlie with a journal Claire had written, a journal full of letters to her future husband. R&R PLEASE!

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST—they belong to ABC, Touchstone, Bad Robot, J.J. Abrams & Damon Lindelof, and probably a ton of other people in the TV business. I do own the iPod that is sitting on my computer desk, though.

Author's Note (VITAL INFORMATION FOR STORY!): This is my second LOST fanfic! Okay, so this is a 2-chapter oneshot because I didn't want to do a whole 'nother story and this idea just kind of… came to me. Also, I'm not so sure on the dates of the letters (for the years), so I just kind of guessed. And also—where it gets to all the letters, it's just random spots in the journal—it's not like she wrote every month or so like it kind of is in this fic. Please review!

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Charlie stumbled into his LA apartment from picking up his tux at the Dry Cleaner's. It'd been a month since everyone was rescued, but Charlie still couldn't get over the fact that he was BACK. It felt so great to take a shower every day, and sleep in a real bed—with a mattress! It was completely mind-blowing.

By the time Charlie had his tux hung up in the front hallway closet, he heard a knock at the door. He turned to answer it, and was surprised to see Liam, his brother. Liam smiled widely at him and gave Charlie a great, big bear hug, completely lifting Charlie off his feet. "Little brother!" Liam nearly yelled.

After Liam let Charlie back down, Charlie shut the door and said, "Liam! What are you doing here? The bachelor's party is in five hours!"

"I'm not here for the sodding bachelor's party," Liam said, the grin on his face still wide. "The future Mrs. Pace requested I give this to you." Liam reached into his jacket and gave Charlie two plain blue, leather, spiral notebooks tied together with black and white ribbon.

Charlie took the journals and asked, "What's all this?"

"Claire wouldn't tell me—she said that it was best you know first, and that there's a letter in one of them explaining what it is," Liam explained.

"You read it, right?" Charlie questioned his brother with a raised eyebrow.

"I might have snuck a peak," Liam joked, slapping his brother on the arm, before waving goodbye and showing himself out the door.

Charlie plopped down on his couch and took off his shoes, propping them up on a pillow on his coffee table. He undid the ribbon, and opened the first journal. An envelope fell out, and Charlie opened it up and unfolded the paper in Claire's handwriting.

June 18, 2007

Charlie,

I wrote these letters as a girl—well, my last two years of high

school. They're to my future husband—not necessarily you, but to

my dream guy I fanaticized about in high school. As I was looking

back on it, I realize a ton of the stuff I wrote EXACTLY describes

you. So I thought I should give it to you. Now get reading! ;)

I love you—and I can't WAIT to marry you,

Claire

Charlie smiled and opened up the journal to the first page.

August 24, 2003

Dear Future Husband (FH),

So, I totally think I'm making a complete idiot of myself by doing

this, but I felt the urge. Well, really, my mum told me that in her last 2

years of high school, she wrote letters to her future husband, who that

was she had no idea. She never got to give those letters to anyone, but I

thought it would be a good idea to do this, you know—just in case I get

married. Oh, I didn't realize how late it is. I guess I'll write later?

-Claire

October 6, 2003

FH,

I'm starting to realize how silly I am for thinking I'm going to have

the ideal guy I've described in the last few letters—I mean, who am I

kidding? In no way am I going to get a blonde, blue-eyed American

musician. When am I ever even going to go to America to meet this

mystery man? What—will I meet him on the plane? No, this whole journal

is stupid. I'm just getting my hopes up. I'm never writing again.

-Claire

November 1, 2003

FH,

OK, I am SO MAD! So my so-called "best friend" completely turned

her back on me! Her name is Chloe, and she knows I like Bruce, and yet

SHE asks him out! And worse than that, HE SAID YES! AUGGH! I

really wish I could just marry you and not have to worry about high school

and boyfriends and everything! And Bruce has blue eyes and plays the

guitar! Sigh.

-Claire

December 12, 2003

FH,

OK, so I think I might have found you! This guy I'm dating—his

name is Austin, and he is THE GREATEST! He has brown hair and green

eyes (JUST as cute as blonde hair and blue eyes) and he plays the drums

in a rock band! He is SO GREAT! In fact, I told him I loved him this

afternoon. I might have freaked him out a little, but he didn't act that

way. Hmm… Oh well. Oh, it's 6:15! I told Austin I'd call him at 6!

-Claire

December 13, 2003

FH,

Well, Austin is NOT you. I hate him so much! He said I was getting

in way over my head! Ugh! That's JUST like men. They are SO afraid of

commitment. Even my FATHER abandoned my mother! Maybe it's in my

genes. Ugh—I am so done with men for a while. They are such a PAIN.

-Claire

January 28, 2004

FH,

16 days until Valentine's Day. I know I said I'm done with men for

a while, but even Mildred Van Zandt has a boyfriend, and she's the ugliest

girl in school! Her head is too small for her body, and she has this

mysterious rash that started at the beginning of the year at her hand and

then started its way up her arm and it now dominates half her face!

Maybe I should give Bruce another go—he and Chloe broke up MONTHS

ago.

-Claire

February 14, 2004

FH,

So I'm alone with my mom on Valentine's Day. I guess it's not too

bad—I mean, my mom and I don't get to talk very much, she works

nights and I go to school during the day. Thankfully, the diner she works

at is closed tonight, and we're going to eat way too much chocolate and

ice cream and watch way too many sappy love movies. It'll be …

manageable. Okay, that's just the me who have to please people is

saying—I'm actually looking SO forward to doing this! I mean, my mum

and I are like twins, and everyone is always like, "You look so much

alike—I bet you are great friends," when in reality we barely know each

other at all! Oh, Mom's calling me.

-Claire

March 27, 2004

FH,

Only two more years of my junior year of high school and then I'll

be a SENIOR! If you can't tell, I am completely clapping my hands

together right about now. I am SO excited to be a senior—to be looking at

colleges, moving out. There is SO much adventure ahead! I absolutely

CANNOT wait. Only four days until April—that is my absolute FAVORITE

month of the year, the rain makes the flowerbed in our lawn a great way

to get outside and make things look pretty! I love the outdoors—especially

flowers. I think flowers are BEAUTIFUL.

-Claire

April 21, 2004

FH,

I'm completely bawling right now. Mom and I got in a huge fight,

and she ripped up all my flowers! I can't believe she would do such a

thing! My daisies were finally starting to bloom, but then she ripped them

up and threw them in the street, the passing cars not even taking notice

that they were ruining my hard work. I HATE HER. I HATE MY MOM!

-Claire

May 31, 2004

FH,

I am officially a senior in high school right now! I just got out of

school a few hours ago and later on tonight I'm going to a special Senior-

To-Be party. I'm going with a really nice guy, Thomas. He's really sweet—

I met him about a week ago. Oh, well Chloe's coming over to get ready

with me! (I think I'm going to wear a red dress—I look my best in red.)

-Claire

June 1, 2004

Dear Future Husband,

The party last night was AMAZING! Thomas is a really cool guy—

when a few football players tried to get a bit too cozy with me, he

completely defended me and got me out of there. We ended up taking a

bus to Sydney and strolling a bit before I realized it was 3 AM and we had

to get home. He kissed me good night, though—the best kiss of my life.

We agreed to go out again next weekend—can't wait!

-Claire

July 19, 2004

FH,

I'm not sure if Thomas is going to make the cut. Tonight, he

offered me a beer. I'm not sure why—he KNOWS I don't drink. Maybe he

was trying to… No, no, Thomas wouldn't do that… He couldn't. I don't

know. I told him I'd have coffee with him in the morning, so maybe I can

work things out with him then.

-Claire

After reading the last page of Claire's first journal, Charlie put it down and opened up Claire's second one, a letter falling out when he opened it up.

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Author's Note: Hey! So what'd you think? Push that little bluish-greenish-grayish-purplish button and tell me! (lol I got that phrase from Callie Beth, but I added a few colors.) But, seriously, review, and let me know of anything you'd like to see in the letters Claire wrote as a high school senior!