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ciirceeWell, it's been a while since I had FICTION in here. And probably even longer since it was Lost fiction, too. So, I present to you all a little bit of Charlie/Claire fluff! Now with Visible!Baby!
Disclaimer: Bad Robots!
Dedication: To the C/C shippers out there!
A Brand-New Day
Charlie could remember one time, and one time only, that a naked breast had thrown him so completely for a loop that he had forgotten…everything. And that time had also coincided with his very first bout of ‘sexual relations’.
But walking into the caves to see Claire, and the baby, caused a moment of total amnesia augmented by complete blindness. “Sorry!” he called, whirling about to walk straight back out of the caverns. “I didn’t know that you’d…” he couldn’t quite manage to say the words ‘be nude’. Not to somebody’s mother, anyway.
“It’s all right, Charlie,” Claire called after him.
And he stopped. “Really?” And realized just what a junkie he really was. He glanced quickly over his shoulder, saw vast amounts of bare skin, gulped, and looked out at the jungle. Very jungle like.
“Yeah, really,” Claire answered and he could here a faint bit of her old laugh in her voice and he smiled from the sheer relief of it. “I’m only feeding him.”
Charlie risked another look. Very bare skin. “I know…now, I mean, and I, ah…well, you know, I thought you might want some privacy. Now. To feed the baby.” Oh, hell, just bloody hell. “Since you’re sort of nude in some areas.”
“Oh!” Faintly, over the roar of blood in his ears, Charlie heard the rustle of blankets and shifting bodies. “You can look now,” Claire said, sounding amused. He peeked and saw one of the blue airline blankets draped over her shoulder and down over the baby. “You can even come over and sit with us, if you like.”
He did like, but he felt shy and silly as he walked over and sat down next to her, fidgeting with his hands and unsure of how to put his arms. Finally he decided that a wriggling eight pound baby wasn’t much different from a hugely pregnant stomach and he smiled at her. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said at last. “I mean…it’s totally natural, what you’re doing…”
Claire grinned ruefully and nudged the blanket edge higher with her chin. “I don’t mind. I’m not very comfortable with it yet, either.” She frowned prettily. “I never really thought about it, but I always thought nursing would be easier than this.”
“Don’t you just…” he mimed vaguely, “pop it in there? And he does the rest?”
“That’s what I thought, too,” Claire said, looking up at him and smiling. “Only, I guess not. We’re not very good at it.”
Charlie nodded, head bobbing to the rhythm that always seemed to be with him. “Well, okay. Not yet. Because, I mean, you have to hold him there. It’s not like he can do it himself yet.”
Claire shook her head, “It’s not just that. It’s uncomfortable, too. It’s like his mouth doesn’t quite fit around my nipples.”
For a moment Charlie just thought about the logistics and then his thoughts came to a screeching halt as he hung the logistics on the idea of Claire. “We’re talking about your breasts,” he said without meaning to. “We’re having a conversation about your…” he gestured.
Blushing, Claire laughed. “Yeah.” She giggled again. “I’m sorry. You’re just very easy to talk to.” Her blush still bright, she smiled at him, nudging the blanket back up from where it had slipped. “Were you always this easy to talk to?”
“I don’t know. You never really mention that part in your diary.”
“You read my diary?”
Charlie buried his face in his palms. “I’m sorry,” he said, moving the heels of his hands enough so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “I didn’t mean to say that.” He looked up at her, caught her disbelieving look that wasn’t angry and shrugged. Bit his lip and touched the baby’s hand where it was clutching the edge of the blanket. “While you were gone,” he explained quietly. “And I missed you.” He stroked the pale, plump fingers and watch the baby drop the blanket in favor of clutching his finger. “I’m not sorry for it. I really missed you.”
Claire looked down; he could see it out the corner of his eye. “Oh.”
He wiggled his finger, jiggling the baby’s hand and shrugged. “I can tell you all the stuff I’d put in a diary,” he offered. “Or I could tell you about me getting clean of heroin again. That went over just lovely the last time.”
“You…”
“Are clean now. Because…” he paused, thinking. “Because some things just mean more than the drugs, you know? Some things are just more important that anything else.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He caught her eye, held her gaze, and smiled right at her. Watched her smiled back at him with her mouth and her bright blue eyes. She made him feel calm, whole, needed. He looked down at the baby, smiling for the warmth of it all. And looked immediately at the rock wall just beyond her. “Your blanket is slipping again.”
Claire laughed. “Charlie,” she sighed, “you’re one in a million.” When he only grinned at her, she laughed again. “Can you move it? I’ve got my arms full of little WhatsHisName. I’m going to have to name him,” she said as he tucked the blanket more fully around her, letting his hand linger on her hair as he lifted it from under the blanket to lie over it.
“How about ‘Boy’,” he suggested.
She looked at him. “Boy?” she repeated.
“Yeah. Me Charlie, you Claire. That’s Boy.” He nodded to the baby.
Claire shook her head, delight and fond exasperation coloring her features. “I’m not naming my son ‘Boy’.”
“Well, you could call him ‘Girl’, but that might have repercussions.” He was laughing even as he finished it.
“No!” Claire was laughing too.
“Charlie is a great name,” he offered.
“I’m not naming him Charlie, either!”
“Charlie Junior. Charlie the Second, that has a nice ring, don’t you think?”
With Claire laughing beside him, with one hand on the back of her neck to hold the blanket in place and the other caught in tiny Not-Boy’s hand, Charlie had the sudden, crazy thought that every naked breast in the world could have paraded past and he wouldn’t have even noticed. He thought about saying it out loud, but decided to save it for another day.
Disclaimer: Bad Robots!
Dedication: To the C/C shippers out there!
A Brand-New Day
Charlie could remember one time, and one time only, that a naked breast had thrown him so completely for a loop that he had forgotten…everything. And that time had also coincided with his very first bout of ‘sexual relations’.
But walking into the caves to see Claire, and the baby, caused a moment of total amnesia augmented by complete blindness. “Sorry!” he called, whirling about to walk straight back out of the caverns. “I didn’t know that you’d…” he couldn’t quite manage to say the words ‘be nude’. Not to somebody’s mother, anyway.
“It’s all right, Charlie,” Claire called after him.
And he stopped. “Really?” And realized just what a junkie he really was. He glanced quickly over his shoulder, saw vast amounts of bare skin, gulped, and looked out at the jungle. Very jungle like.
“Yeah, really,” Claire answered and he could here a faint bit of her old laugh in her voice and he smiled from the sheer relief of it. “I’m only feeding him.”
Charlie risked another look. Very bare skin. “I know…now, I mean, and I, ah…well, you know, I thought you might want some privacy. Now. To feed the baby.” Oh, hell, just bloody hell. “Since you’re sort of nude in some areas.”
“Oh!” Faintly, over the roar of blood in his ears, Charlie heard the rustle of blankets and shifting bodies. “You can look now,” Claire said, sounding amused. He peeked and saw one of the blue airline blankets draped over her shoulder and down over the baby. “You can even come over and sit with us, if you like.”
He did like, but he felt shy and silly as he walked over and sat down next to her, fidgeting with his hands and unsure of how to put his arms. Finally he decided that a wriggling eight pound baby wasn’t much different from a hugely pregnant stomach and he smiled at her. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said at last. “I mean…it’s totally natural, what you’re doing…”
Claire grinned ruefully and nudged the blanket edge higher with her chin. “I don’t mind. I’m not very comfortable with it yet, either.” She frowned prettily. “I never really thought about it, but I always thought nursing would be easier than this.”
“Don’t you just…” he mimed vaguely, “pop it in there? And he does the rest?”
“That’s what I thought, too,” Claire said, looking up at him and smiling. “Only, I guess not. We’re not very good at it.”
Charlie nodded, head bobbing to the rhythm that always seemed to be with him. “Well, okay. Not yet. Because, I mean, you have to hold him there. It’s not like he can do it himself yet.”
Claire shook her head, “It’s not just that. It’s uncomfortable, too. It’s like his mouth doesn’t quite fit around my nipples.”
For a moment Charlie just thought about the logistics and then his thoughts came to a screeching halt as he hung the logistics on the idea of Claire. “We’re talking about your breasts,” he said without meaning to. “We’re having a conversation about your…” he gestured.
Blushing, Claire laughed. “Yeah.” She giggled again. “I’m sorry. You’re just very easy to talk to.” Her blush still bright, she smiled at him, nudging the blanket back up from where it had slipped. “Were you always this easy to talk to?”
“I don’t know. You never really mention that part in your diary.”
“You read my diary?”
Charlie buried his face in his palms. “I’m sorry,” he said, moving the heels of his hands enough so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “I didn’t mean to say that.” He looked up at her, caught her disbelieving look that wasn’t angry and shrugged. Bit his lip and touched the baby’s hand where it was clutching the edge of the blanket. “While you were gone,” he explained quietly. “And I missed you.” He stroked the pale, plump fingers and watch the baby drop the blanket in favor of clutching his finger. “I’m not sorry for it. I really missed you.”
Claire looked down; he could see it out the corner of his eye. “Oh.”
He wiggled his finger, jiggling the baby’s hand and shrugged. “I can tell you all the stuff I’d put in a diary,” he offered. “Or I could tell you about me getting clean of heroin again. That went over just lovely the last time.”
“You…”
“Are clean now. Because…” he paused, thinking. “Because some things just mean more than the drugs, you know? Some things are just more important that anything else.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He caught her eye, held her gaze, and smiled right at her. Watched her smiled back at him with her mouth and her bright blue eyes. She made him feel calm, whole, needed. He looked down at the baby, smiling for the warmth of it all. And looked immediately at the rock wall just beyond her. “Your blanket is slipping again.”
Claire laughed. “Charlie,” she sighed, “you’re one in a million.” When he only grinned at her, she laughed again. “Can you move it? I’ve got my arms full of little WhatsHisName. I’m going to have to name him,” she said as he tucked the blanket more fully around her, letting his hand linger on her hair as he lifted it from under the blanket to lie over it.
“How about ‘Boy’,” he suggested.
She looked at him. “Boy?” she repeated.
“Yeah. Me Charlie, you Claire. That’s Boy.” He nodded to the baby.
Claire shook her head, delight and fond exasperation coloring her features. “I’m not naming my son ‘Boy’.”
“Well, you could call him ‘Girl’, but that might have repercussions.” He was laughing even as he finished it.
“No!” Claire was laughing too.
“Charlie is a great name,” he offered.
“I’m not naming him Charlie, either!”
“Charlie Junior. Charlie the Second, that has a nice ring, don’t you think?”
With Claire laughing beside him, with one hand on the back of her neck to hold the blanket in place and the other caught in tiny Not-Boy’s hand, Charlie had the sudden, crazy thought that every naked breast in the world could have paraded past and he wouldn’t have even noticed. He thought about saying it out loud, but decided to save it for another day.
