Title: Strangers (Let Me Find You)
Fandom: LOST (AU)
Characters: Dan, Charlotte
Pairing(s): Dan/Charlotte
Prompt: #25 Strangers
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: 'Pieces of memories that he clings to when he sees her, his tauntingly forgetful mind frustrating him more than ever when they slip just out of reach'
AN: Written for varietypack100 on livejournal. I've called it AU, but it's not too different from the usual show, just one little difference. :)
They're strangers – aren't they? He thinks he sees a flicker of recognition in her eyes when she sees him, but the next second it's gone, so maybe it's just another thing that he's imagined. She smiles at him from the other side of the deck and disappears downstairs, leaving him standing there with a smile on his face he couldn't quite manage in time for her to see it.
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The next time he sees her, he does a double take, before shaking his head and laughing at himself and his weird imagination. Of course she doesn't have blood running down her face from her nose – it must have just been a mixture of the glare from the sun and the red of her hair.
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When he finally speaks to her, something she says about her job triggers a fragment of a memory somewhere in the back of his mind. Wasn't there someone he knew once upon a time who wanted to be an anthropologist? But the memory's gone before he really remembers its, so he just smiles and nods along with her words.
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Pieces of memories that he clings to when he sees her, his tauntingly forgetful mind frustrating him more than ever when they slip just out of reach – snapshots of pale blue eyes that sparkle with humour, a hand on his own, fingers intertwined with his, a cheek against his own, limbs tangling together. There's something connecting these memories, but he can't find it. He need to find it, whether it's written in an equation or hidden in the lies that surround this Island, he has to find it, wherever it is. Maybe then he'll understand exactly what this link is between them, him and her, two strangers (or are they?) who seem to be connected in some way he doesn't understand (or can't remember?).
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When he presses his lips against hers, the memories come flooding back; they are not strangers but teammates, friends, lovers. The fragments piece themselves back together and he remembers as if he never forgot.
But that can wait. Everything can wait; right now he doesn't need memories to cling to – the present is quite enough.
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