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a/n: Again, thanks for all the lovely reviews, I'm glad you're all enjoying these as much as I am. I'm starting to think that maybe I should just scrap the 100 words idea. Oh well, we'll see what happens with the next one.
She should just say goodnight and go but she was having a hard time turning her back on him. He sat there, staring into the fire as though it revealed the mysteries of the universe to him or as though it gave him the strength to go on. Either could have been true.
All the times she'd conversed with him he'd seemed like he knew and had experienced things she could never imagine. He had a worldly presence about him that Claire found breathtaking. And it wasn't just the visions that gave him that either. Even before the hatch imploded she'd thought there was more to him than just the drunk Scotsman she'd talked to.
Three years he'd spent pressing that button and for the last few months of that he'd been alone. All alone with his thoughts. It was enough to send even the greatest of people mad. Yet here he was, still fighting. Like the world had chewed him up, spat him out then he'd gotten up and told the world where to shove it. Of course he had his turns but on the whole he was probably one of the sanest people on the beach.
Losing the battle with her subconscious Claire sat back down next to Desmond and rested her head on his shoulder. At first he'd jumped at the contact but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arm around her waist as they watched the fire together.