hey guys.. since i don't have the time or the mentality for long fics, i'm gonna post some one shots here. Meaning one chaptered stories. Have a few ideas and just put together a short one that i rather like. I had some inspiration for this from a few things i've seen and read.
By the way, anyone can use this thread if they want for short stories. I rather like the idea myself :D
so here goes with my first one.
Unforgotten
Being dead is funny. Well not in the ha ha sense but in the sense that it wasn't like I thought it would be. I was thinking pearly gates, angels type thing. Or maybe considering the way Id lived my life, with flames and pitchforks. But it didn't happen that way. I'm still kind of here. I was told by someone I couldn't see that I needed to hang around for awhile. There was someone there that needed me.
I've always been a selfish kind of girl, hell ask Boone. If you could. He died long before I did. I haven't seen him at all to be honest. I guess his work was done. Maybe. But the truth is I rarely thought of other people other than what they could get for me. At least until I crashed on that island.
But that changed. He got to me, with his dark eyes and haunted demeanor. The only person that ever took time to actually get to know me. I ended up dying in his arms, there was a poetic irony in that I suppose. Like one of those dumb old love songs..or something out the Shakespeare they forced us to read in school.
He said he would never leave me and he didn't. He wasn't lying on that. One thing he never did was lie. That made him a rare kind of person.
I was running away, running from myself, from what this strange man represented to me. Love, acceptance, understanding. What was it about me that drew him to me? I thought it was my looks at first. But it had to be something else that made him keep trying. That made him love me of all people. Part of me is still to figure that out.
He told me he loved me, right there in the rain, and I believed him. His eyes told me, they were the most honest eyes Id ever seen. But for some reason I kept chasing the damn kid. Got myself shot.
As Boone would've said, typical, girl can't take care of herself.
You don't know what it's like to feel your life running out of you, like a river flowing out into the ocean. It would've hurt had my body not gone numb. I couldn't say anything at all, couldn't speak, couldn't tell him that maybe I loved him too. I just saw the look of horror on his face as he watched me die and could do nothing. Nothing at all.
I've been stuck here watching him ever since. Watching him dig my grave, practically by hand. Watching him withdraw and become angry. He never smiles anymore, he used to around me all the time. He had a beautiful smile. I got the feeling it was something he wasn't used to doing. I want to reach out, to tell him that Im here so he can smile, so he can live. Maybe move on in some capacity. But since Ive learned I was the one bright spot he had in a life that was dark. That when I died it seemed to kill something in him, maybe his hope. It just seems like for him, it's only a matter of time.
I don't know what Im supposed to do. The only time I can talk to him in is in his dreams. Otherwise he can't hear me at all.
I've been told that hell is repetition. The same things happen again and again in your life. That's how you know your there. Some people seemed cursed to live in it. Never being happy for too long. I know Sayid feels that, cause Ive seen him, when no one else is looking. I've seen how much he wishes the pain would end for him.
Anyone who says time heals all wounds is pretty much full of . They've never had real ones. Real pain isn't the physical stuff. It's the things are embedded way down inside you. Like a parasite that eats away a little at a time. It chews slowly under the surface, gradually consuming you. It's been said that the living envy the dead and thats probably true. I don't have to deal with living anymore; most of my suffering is over. I've come to terms with my life. I think maybe my penance is to watch his now.
What's keeping him alive at the moment. A will to survive maybe? His obsession with getting everyone else off the island? Is tit revenge? I don't know, maybe its all 3. Maybe when he succeeds he can actually rest.
Maybe he does sense me.. who knows really? If he does, I wonder if he knows that I do love him. And that I am here. I'll be there when he's finally ready to rest himself.
Maybe my purpose in life was to give him something. Something to remember that was good, to hold onto. Like when we used to sit on the beach together, and just be people, ordinary people. He could forget what he was, and I could forget what I was. A sunset. A night under the stars. A happy memory. A perfect place, enclosed in glass where our pasts never touched us. Sort of like a snow globe, only with stars instead of snow flakes.
I had one of those once, played with it all the time, wishing I could live in there, perfectly safe. I cried when it broke. But maybe I can create another one. For him. A place he can go that's safe from that.
Listen to me, getting all philosophical here. The dumb blonde who used to sun herself on the beach. Like I said, being dead changes things. You can't go back and fix the things you ed up. Once youre gone youre gone. End. Finis. As they say in movies. It doesnt matter that I grew up in the valley with a lot of money and little love. It don't matter that I did my toenails on the beach. It doesnt matter how pretty I was. Or if I was smart. My body is buried on the beach alongside everyone elses and that's the harsh reality.
I'm watching him sleep now. I'm going to hold him in his dreams, give him a few moments of peace in his tormented mind. Keep giving him the strength to keep going for now. I'll hold him in my arms and protect him in those times. And just maybe someday he can come with me.
Cause it don't matter what he did here. The true test of merit is in your heart. I've seen his heart. It may be broken right now, but its a good heart. He did after all love me. The bitch of the beach. The Valley Princess. Thats gotta count for something. And he keeps trying. He'll never stop trying when he sets his mind to something.
I put my hand on his face as he sleeps. In dreams everything is perfect. In his dreams we are still sitting on the beach together. Watching the sunset. Its pretty reds and golds. Heaven is here, not in the clouds. Its in each others arms. Its safety and peace, it's inside the wonderful globe i did create, just for him. He can come here when he's done with whatever he needs to do.
I whisper. "I love you.."
And he smiles in his sleep. That's heaven.
-- Edited by fricksgurl75 at 21:26, 2007-08-22
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Well, now that you've started this thread Fricks, I'm gonna post the one shot I just did. I did this one for a personal challenge from a friend over at Fishbiscuit. It's Daire, post rescue.
The Snow Globe
After rescue had finally come, Claire had moved back to Australia with Aaron. She hadnt seen anyone from the flight in months, not since they were rescued. Sure she saw them on TV from time to time, but that wasnt the same. She had lived so closely with these people for almost half a year, yet it wasnt until now that she realized how big a part of her life they had become. Claire had moved back to Australia to be close to her Mom who was still in the hospital. She was conscious some now, but Claire couldnt be sure of how much she understood. She had introduced her to Aaron and told her all about the time they had spent on the island.
Today Claire was going about her daily routine as she always did. She had gotten up early, done some yoga while waiting on Aaron to wake up, fixed breakfast for them both, and then headed out to visit with her Mom. The money she received from a joint lawsuit with Oceanic allowed her to stay home and care for Aaron instead of working. They money wouldnt last forever, but for now, she would treasure her time with him. On her way home for Aarons afternoon nap, she noticed a strange car sitting outside of her small home. She pulled the car into the driveway and took Aaron out of the car, holding him tight to her, nervous about whom it could be.
Then she saw him standing at her door. A feeling of excitement shot through her body and her step quickened. He had a smile on his face that changed to a look of surprise when she threw her free arm around him and gave him a warm, welcoming hug. They both lingered there in each others arms for a moment. Her senses came to her though and she pulled away quickly, her face blushing brightly. "Desmond, I'm sorry...I was just so excited to see someone. I dont get many visitors," she said trying to laugh it off, but she knew there was more to it than that. "Do you want to come inside?"
His face had turned a dark shade of red, although it was hard to see against his bronzed skin. Its okay, sistah, he said with a smile, but truth be known he felt something more too. "Aye, I'd love to," he said motioning toward the door. Claire opened the door and waved him in. He stopped in front of her and smiled at Aaron. "Hey there little brotha." Aaron giggled and smiled up at Desmond. "He's grown so much," Desmond remarked as Claire led him into the living room.
"Yeah, he has. Grows like a weed, she said laughing brightly. Hes almost a year old now. It was so wonderful to see Desmond again, they had grown closer during the last few months they were on the island, but rescue reunited him with Penny and she hadnt seen him since then. Suddenly, she needed to know why he was there. Desmond, she said growing serious. Why are you here?
He took a deep breath, not really sure how to answer. Claire, II came to see you, to catch up with you.
Claire looked at him for a minute trying to read the look on his face. Desmond, I live in Australia. From what I heard, you moved back to England. Its not like you were just passing by. Whats going on?
Desmond looked down at his hands nervously. I dont live in England anymore. Truth is I dont really live anywhere at the moment. He looked up and saw her looking at him curiously. He continued on, feeling like he needed to explain himself. I went back with Penny, felt like I owed her that. She did rescue us and I did love her before I got to the island. He sighed a heavy sigh and continued. It didnt work out. That became apparent very fast. We had both changed too much. We werent the same people. He folded his hands and looked down at them, trying to gather strength to tell her the rest, his voice suddenly very quiet. I kept thinking about you and Aaron. I looked you up and came here.
Claire was most certainly shocked. She paused briefly before speaking. Why us Desmond? What were you hoping to find here? She looked directly at him, catching his gaze, waiting for his answer. Something inside her stirred as she waited. Suddenly she was anxious and nervous. What was she thinking? What did she want him to say?
Desmond looked at her hopefully as he began. How could he do this without chasing her away? I missed you and Aaron. You became such a big part of my life there at the end of our time on the island. Iwell He wasnt sure how to proceed without either scaring her away or sounding too pushy. But he had come all this way for thisfor her. She and Aaron had been on his mind the whole time. He wanted to give this a try. That is if she wanted anything to do with him.
Claire sensed his frustration and also felt where this was going. In her heart of hearts she wanted to give this a shot too. Weve missed you too, she answered back honestly. So, are you moving here? she asked sounding hopeful.
He sighed in relief. She didnt kick him out. She wanted to continue the conversation. This was good. Aye, Im at a hotel right now, but I have a job. A friend of a friend found me a nice job here. Just need to find a more permanent place to stay.
There are some really nice town houses not far from here. Maybe one of those could work for you. Aaron had fallen asleep in her arms and was getting heavy. She shifted him softly not wanting to break the moment.
Desmond too this as he cue to leave and stood up to say goodbye. Thanks Claire. I enjoyed talking to you again.
She stood and rested Aaron against her shoulder. Me too, she said with a smile. She decided to take the next step. Were going to the park tomorrow afternoon. Care to join us?
Desmond smiled happily. Aye, lass. Id be honored. They said their goodbyes and after he left, both smiled to themselves already looking forward to tomorrow.
The next afternoon came quickly. Desmond stopped by their house and they all three walked to the park. They spent the afternoon walking and laughing. Desmond played catch with Aaron and taught him how to kick a soccer ball. Claire smiled watching them enjoy themselves. He was so good with Aaron. They ate a picnic supper and stopped for ice cream on the way back to Claires. Desmond gathered his courage and asked her to dinner at a fancy restaurant the following night. Claire grinned and said she would love to as long as her Aunt Lindsay could watch Aaron.
Claire hurried back home after dropping Aaron off at Lindsays. She was a nervous wreck. This was a datea real date. She pulled her hair up in a loose bun and put on a fancy red spaghetti strap dress. She had just finished getting ready when she heard the doorbell. She walked to the front door slowly, not wanting to look too eager, even though she was. She opened the door and felt her knees grow weak. There he was dressed in an all black suit with a black shirt and tie. His still long hair, brushed back neatly. Hey, he said a hint of nervousness in his voice. He handed her a single red rose and a small wrapped gift. She looked at him curiously as she opened it. Inside was a beautiful snow globe. The scene inside was a small island with a lone palm tree surrounded by water. Instead of fake snow, shinning glitter floated down when you tipped it. It played Catch a Falling Star.
She grinned from ear to ear. Oh, Desmond, thank you. This is so beautiful! She hugged him tight around the neck.
Youre welcome, he said with a grin. I once told Jack that being on the island was like being stuck in a bloody snow globe. Thought it would be a fitting reminder of where we met.
They went out to dinner that night and had a wonderful time. When he dropped her off at home, he kissed her goodnight softly and they made plans for another picnic with Aaron later in the week.
Claire was so tired she had drifted off to sleep sitting on the couch waiting for her aunt to bring Aaron back home. She dreamed of a picnic in the park. She recognized an older version of herself, Aaron, and Desmond. Then she realized she was carrying a tiny blue bundle in her arms and Desmond had an adorable little girl on his shoulders with beautiful brown wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes.
She was woken from her dream with a start as her aunt brought a sleeping Aaron in the house. Claire smiled as she remembered the dream she just had. She still had a bit of a far away look in her eyes. What are you smiling about? Lindsay asked curiously. The future, I hope, Claire said with a grin.