The Last Night Of The World
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Title: The Last Night Of The World
Characters: Charlie, Claire. Mentions of Sayid, Hurley and Desmond.
Pairings: Charlie/Claire.
Spoilers: Only up through S3
Summary: For
hopelessfangirl, who requested Charlie/Claire. The night before Charlie swims down to the Looking Glass station, he plans a romantic evening for Claire.
He’d managed to persuade Sun and Jin to look after Aaron for the evening. A few words about how he and Claire hadn’t had the chance to have their picnic the other morning, and a comment about how it would be good practice for them for when their own baby was born, and they were both more than happy to take Turnip Head for a while and give Charlie and Claire some time alone.
Sayid had given Charlie the directions to the beach where he’d taken Shannon, while Hurley had suggested that Charlie go and ask Rose and Bernard for some wine. “And don’t forget the blankets, dude,” Hurley had said, heaping an armful into Charlie’s hands. Charlie had flinched at the memory, but Hurley had brushed it off. “Don’t worry about it, dude. You go have your romantic night with Claire. And I’ll keep him distracted too,” he whispered, gesturing towards Desmond. “You don’t need any of his talk spoiling your night.”
“Thanks, Hurley,” Charlie had said. But he knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as Hurley had just made it sound. He knew that there was not much hope of escaping his fate; he was going to die.
But he wanted to make sure he left Claire with some good memories.
He’d watched the look of delighted surprise on Claire’s face as she’d opened her eyes to see the picnic Charlie had prepared with all her favourite foods, smiled along with her as she talked about how they were hopefully going to be rescued now that Naomi’s boat was out there, that Desmond’s girlfriend had been looking for them. Claire chatted about how she was looking forward to meeting Charlie’s brother Liam, and how she bet that Charlie could even charm her scary aunt Lindsey. Charlie laughed along with her, acted like he believed it was going to happen.
He knew it was unlikely. He’d faced that now. But even though Claire had promised that they would face it together, and as much as Charlie loved her for that, he knew he could never tell her. He didn’t want Claire to be upset, to worry before she had to, to grieve for him before he was even gone. He wanted Claire’s last memory of him to be of good times, of a romantic evening when they had been happy together.
And sometimes, when he was with Claire, it was easy to believe that it wasn’t going to happen after all, that there would be some way to escape his fate. Claire gave him the hope he’d needed to keep believing that he had a future after all.
A future with Claire, with Aaron, maybe even with Liam again.
As they ate their peanut butter, Charlie could almost believe that everything was going to be all right after all.
The next day, he swam down to the Looking Glass station.
Characters: Charlie, Claire. Mentions of Sayid, Hurley and Desmond.
Pairings: Charlie/Claire.
Spoilers: Only up through S3
Summary: For
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He’d managed to persuade Sun and Jin to look after Aaron for the evening. A few words about how he and Claire hadn’t had the chance to have their picnic the other morning, and a comment about how it would be good practice for them for when their own baby was born, and they were both more than happy to take Turnip Head for a while and give Charlie and Claire some time alone.
Sayid had given Charlie the directions to the beach where he’d taken Shannon, while Hurley had suggested that Charlie go and ask Rose and Bernard for some wine. “And don’t forget the blankets, dude,” Hurley had said, heaping an armful into Charlie’s hands. Charlie had flinched at the memory, but Hurley had brushed it off. “Don’t worry about it, dude. You go have your romantic night with Claire. And I’ll keep him distracted too,” he whispered, gesturing towards Desmond. “You don’t need any of his talk spoiling your night.”
“Thanks, Hurley,” Charlie had said. But he knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as Hurley had just made it sound. He knew that there was not much hope of escaping his fate; he was going to die.
But he wanted to make sure he left Claire with some good memories.
He’d watched the look of delighted surprise on Claire’s face as she’d opened her eyes to see the picnic Charlie had prepared with all her favourite foods, smiled along with her as she talked about how they were hopefully going to be rescued now that Naomi’s boat was out there, that Desmond’s girlfriend had been looking for them. Claire chatted about how she was looking forward to meeting Charlie’s brother Liam, and how she bet that Charlie could even charm her scary aunt Lindsey. Charlie laughed along with her, acted like he believed it was going to happen.
He knew it was unlikely. He’d faced that now. But even though Claire had promised that they would face it together, and as much as Charlie loved her for that, he knew he could never tell her. He didn’t want Claire to be upset, to worry before she had to, to grieve for him before he was even gone. He wanted Claire’s last memory of him to be of good times, of a romantic evening when they had been happy together.
And sometimes, when he was with Claire, it was easy to believe that it wasn’t going to happen after all, that there would be some way to escape his fate. Claire gave him the hope he’d needed to keep believing that he had a future after all.
A future with Claire, with Aaron, maybe even with Liam again.
As they ate their peanut butter, Charlie could almost believe that everything was going to be all right after all.
The next day, he swam down to the Looking Glass station.