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sapphire_child) wrote2006-10-01 10:06 pm
sapphire_child) wrote2006-10-01 10:06 pm
Lost fanvideo and fanfiction
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onZy6FV38Xk
Title: Manipulated Video #002
Summary: What if Charlie and Kate had started to pursue a relationship while Claire was missing? Heavily AU and it totally kills my OTP but I still think it's cool.
Disclaimer: I own the idea but I don't own Lost or the clips I have stolen. More disclaimer in the credits at the end. Enjoy!
Title: The Day She Learned To Pray
Rating/warning: PG-13 for language and adult themes, character death.
Genre: angst, tragedy, AU
Spoilers: end of season two
Summary: What would have happened if Charlie had died in the hatch explosion?
Disclaimer: They buried my Lost action figures in their sandpit – I had to dig them out again, I just had to!
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My most loyal companion, the washed up rock-star-junkie turned father figure…
I miss you.
I haven’t written anything in here since it happened but I guess now is the time for me to just write it all down, do my venting and then finally cry for you.
I still haven’t cried. I guess I’m in shock still. Even when I touched your face with just my fingertips and your skin was cool underneath my touch I didn’t really believe it.
You’re gone.
You’re gone.
You’re really gone.
Touching you brought back another memory I didn’t know I had, one of holding your hand when everything was dark and terrifying. You were like a lifeline, your hand a constant comfort as we were pulled through the jungle, blind and terrified. When your hand was wrenched out of mine I started to scream, somehow loosening the gag enough to let my vocal cords do their worst. The sounds I heard were muffled as someone grabbed on tight to me and wouldn’t let me run, one hand clamped over my mouth. I fought anyway, kicking against the ground with my feet like a spoilt child having a temper tantrum and biting at their hand like some wild animal.
It wasn’t long before they re-gagged me though, and we moved on. I didn’t know what had happened to you. Later, when I found out, I felt a little pang of shock. I never saw you hanging from that tree but I can imagine it all too clearly in my minds eye. Kate described how Jack beat you back to life and I felt sick – did I cause you to die? And yet you never mentioned it, never a bitter word about it.
You never used it to your advantage.
You died for me and you never told me.
Maybe you assumed that I knew and didn’t want to talk about it either.
Well I didn’t. I still don’t. It’s enough to know.
I kind of wish now that I’d mentioned it before. I’d already swallowed my pride and reached out to you again when I took your hand at the funeral but it was too late for us I guess. That night I got worried when I couldn’t find you around the fires. There had been no word from the hatch and everyone was worried.
I kept telling myself that you’d be fine, there was no reason to worry.
You’d be back in the morning.
Well you were back in the morning in the end, the only trouble was that you didn’t have a pulse.
John and Eko carried you back. Eko’s grief was obvious even from a distance but at first I thought that you were just really badly injured and my heart leapt up and down, thudding against my rib cage. But when I saw them lay you down and put a piece of plastic tarp over you I knew.
Everyone was so shocked. As much as you’d been segregated lately – no thanks to me – there was still crying and grieving and upset from the others. You were a valued member of our community without me even realising. Or maybe it’s just that so many people had died recently. First Shannon then Libby and Ana-Lucia…
And then you.
You looked so tired when I went to see you. I curled up beside your body and brushed your fringe away from your closed eyes with a surprisingly steady hand. There were smile lines engraved into your face, two short scars, the familiar scrubby beard. It felt so strange to be so close to you again – I’d never had my body pressed up again yours so close and you felt so cold.
I kissed you. I kissed you just before they wrapped you up in his tarpaulin again. Your lips were burnt, rough, painful against mine and yet I still somehow expected you to respond to me.
Of course you didn’t – don’t be so stupid Claire. Charlie’s dead.
I said something at the funeral for you. Scrap that, I practically ran the bloody thing. Eko was in too much of a state and Locke’s lungs had been burnt so badly that he was having trouble breathing, let alone talking.
I took your ring. The one with DS on it? I think it had something to do with your band – you never really told me much about it. I hope you don’t mind. It barely fits on my thumb but I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. I keep spinning it around and around my finger, tracing the initials. It was something so you, so Charlie. Your hand looked naked without it but I still took it. I replaced it with my own ring, so that I’d always be with you too or something. It didn’t sound quite so corny when I said it at the funeral.
Your necklace we left on. It was practically glued on anyway and we would’ve had to cut it to get the stupid thing off. We made a cross and leant your guitar against it. It’s full of flowers, like a vase. I’m sure you’d be horrified if you could see it but everyone seems to think it’s a worthy shrine to you.
I must say I agree.
And now I’ve been given the task of going through your possessions and sorting them. Your clothes are all probably going to go in the communal pile – except for that stripy shirt. I’m going to keep that. Oh, and your hoodie. It probably sounds stalkerish but it smells like you did and when I picked it up I couldn’t help but wrap myself in it despite the sweltering heat. If I breathe in deep now, I can almost imagine that you’re sitting here next to me, clucking to Aaron and…
Well there we go, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I started to cry. I guess I’ll just keep writing and hope it doesn’t smudge. Or that my pen doesn’t run out. Murphy’s Law eh?
Oh god I wish I could pray for you now, just because I’ve been baptised doesn’t mean that I know how to pray for you. I need to know that you’ve gone up to heaven and that you’re safe there and watching over Aaron and I like I know you’d want to. Your presence is so strong here still, like you’ll just walk out from the trees in a minute and I’ll be able to walk up to you and kiss you and tell you that I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I never told you that I was falling in love with you. And it scared me Charlie – it scared me so badly that I began to push you away. The fact that you were a better dad than I was a mum just made things worse. God Charlie, why the fuck did you have to be so perfect? I almost hated you for that.
From the time we met you were the only one who ever really saw me. You were always there, always there, even when I didn’t want you to be there and I was being stupid and stubborn and a right stroppy bitch, you were there. And more times than once I was glad of you being with me, even if I didn’t tell you so.
And now you’re gone and I don’t have anyone left to notice me. They’re all too busy to see if I’m okay.
I guess
I did love you Charlie. And as long as I can I’ll survive here for you because somebody should be here to tell your story when we get rescued. Because we will get rescued one day in one way shape or form, and even if we don’t, I’m sure that one day somebody will read this and they’ll know that you were here, with me on this island and I loved you.
I hope you’re in a happier place now – I’ll miss you always.
Love always, Claire
Title: Manipulated Video #002
Summary: What if Charlie and Kate had started to pursue a relationship while Claire was missing? Heavily AU and it totally kills my OTP but I still think it's cool.
Disclaimer: I own the idea but I don't own Lost or the clips I have stolen. More disclaimer in the credits at the end. Enjoy!
Title: The Day She Learned To Pray
Rating/warning: PG-13 for language and adult themes, character death.
Genre: angst, tragedy, AU
Spoilers: end of season two
Summary: What would have happened if Charlie had died in the hatch explosion?
Disclaimer: They buried my Lost action figures in their sandpit – I had to dig them out again, I just had to!
~*~
My most loyal companion, the washed up rock-star-junkie turned father figure…
I miss you.
I haven’t written anything in here since it happened but I guess now is the time for me to just write it all down, do my venting and then finally cry for you.
I still haven’t cried. I guess I’m in shock still. Even when I touched your face with just my fingertips and your skin was cool underneath my touch I didn’t really believe it.
You’re gone.
You’re gone.
You’re really gone.
Touching you brought back another memory I didn’t know I had, one of holding your hand when everything was dark and terrifying. You were like a lifeline, your hand a constant comfort as we were pulled through the jungle, blind and terrified. When your hand was wrenched out of mine I started to scream, somehow loosening the gag enough to let my vocal cords do their worst. The sounds I heard were muffled as someone grabbed on tight to me and wouldn’t let me run, one hand clamped over my mouth. I fought anyway, kicking against the ground with my feet like a spoilt child having a temper tantrum and biting at their hand like some wild animal.
It wasn’t long before they re-gagged me though, and we moved on. I didn’t know what had happened to you. Later, when I found out, I felt a little pang of shock. I never saw you hanging from that tree but I can imagine it all too clearly in my minds eye. Kate described how Jack beat you back to life and I felt sick – did I cause you to die? And yet you never mentioned it, never a bitter word about it.
You never used it to your advantage.
You died for me and you never told me.
Maybe you assumed that I knew and didn’t want to talk about it either.
Well I didn’t. I still don’t. It’s enough to know.
I kind of wish now that I’d mentioned it before. I’d already swallowed my pride and reached out to you again when I took your hand at the funeral but it was too late for us I guess. That night I got worried when I couldn’t find you around the fires. There had been no word from the hatch and everyone was worried.
I kept telling myself that you’d be fine, there was no reason to worry.
You’d be back in the morning.
Well you were back in the morning in the end, the only trouble was that you didn’t have a pulse.
John and Eko carried you back. Eko’s grief was obvious even from a distance but at first I thought that you were just really badly injured and my heart leapt up and down, thudding against my rib cage. But when I saw them lay you down and put a piece of plastic tarp over you I knew.
Everyone was so shocked. As much as you’d been segregated lately – no thanks to me – there was still crying and grieving and upset from the others. You were a valued member of our community without me even realising. Or maybe it’s just that so many people had died recently. First Shannon then Libby and Ana-Lucia…
And then you.
You looked so tired when I went to see you. I curled up beside your body and brushed your fringe away from your closed eyes with a surprisingly steady hand. There were smile lines engraved into your face, two short scars, the familiar scrubby beard. It felt so strange to be so close to you again – I’d never had my body pressed up again yours so close and you felt so cold.
I kissed you. I kissed you just before they wrapped you up in his tarpaulin again. Your lips were burnt, rough, painful against mine and yet I still somehow expected you to respond to me.
Of course you didn’t – don’t be so stupid Claire. Charlie’s dead.
I said something at the funeral for you. Scrap that, I practically ran the bloody thing. Eko was in too much of a state and Locke’s lungs had been burnt so badly that he was having trouble breathing, let alone talking.
I took your ring. The one with DS on it? I think it had something to do with your band – you never really told me much about it. I hope you don’t mind. It barely fits on my thumb but I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. I keep spinning it around and around my finger, tracing the initials. It was something so you, so Charlie. Your hand looked naked without it but I still took it. I replaced it with my own ring, so that I’d always be with you too or something. It didn’t sound quite so corny when I said it at the funeral.
Your necklace we left on. It was practically glued on anyway and we would’ve had to cut it to get the stupid thing off. We made a cross and leant your guitar against it. It’s full of flowers, like a vase. I’m sure you’d be horrified if you could see it but everyone seems to think it’s a worthy shrine to you.
I must say I agree.
And now I’ve been given the task of going through your possessions and sorting them. Your clothes are all probably going to go in the communal pile – except for that stripy shirt. I’m going to keep that. Oh, and your hoodie. It probably sounds stalkerish but it smells like you did and when I picked it up I couldn’t help but wrap myself in it despite the sweltering heat. If I breathe in deep now, I can almost imagine that you’re sitting here next to me, clucking to Aaron and…
Well there we go, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I started to cry. I guess I’ll just keep writing and hope it doesn’t smudge. Or that my pen doesn’t run out. Murphy’s Law eh?
Oh god I wish I could pray for you now, just because I’ve been baptised doesn’t mean that I know how to pray for you. I need to know that you’ve gone up to heaven and that you’re safe there and watching over Aaron and I like I know you’d want to. Your presence is so strong here still, like you’ll just walk out from the trees in a minute and I’ll be able to walk up to you and kiss you and tell you that I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I never told you that I was falling in love with you. And it scared me Charlie – it scared me so badly that I began to push you away. The fact that you were a better dad than I was a mum just made things worse. God Charlie, why the fuck did you have to be so perfect? I almost hated you for that.
From the time we met you were the only one who ever really saw me. You were always there, always there, even when I didn’t want you to be there and I was being stupid and stubborn and a right stroppy bitch, you were there. And more times than once I was glad of you being with me, even if I didn’t tell you so.
And now you’re gone and I don’t have anyone left to notice me. They’re all too busy to see if I’m okay.
I did love you Charlie. And as long as I can I’ll survive here for you because somebody should be here to tell your story when we get rescued. Because we will get rescued one day in one way shape or form, and even if we don’t, I’m sure that one day somebody will read this and they’ll know that you were here, with me on this island and I loved you.
I hope you’re in a happier place now – I’ll miss you always.
Love always, Claire
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Even though I'm not happy to admit it, the video was great. It really did seem like there was something going on between Charlie and Kate. And I felt so bad for Claire!
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Oh my goodness...that video caused me so much angst. My poor little shipper heart was screaming at me to not do it but once my muse gets an idea she likes she won't let it rest till its done!
Thank you for reading/watching/reviewing!
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Yes, it truely is an angsty video! So sad..! :'(
Any time (:
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You started to lose it when Claire did? Now that is awesome. Thank you for reading and reviewing - i'm always thrilled to hear from you.
You made a vow to never kill Charlie? I think I've killed both Charlie and Claire before in my fics! *hides*
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That was beautiful! I'd have said lovely, but I think you've had enough of my 'lovely' talk. I do seem to overuse that word, don't I?
Anyway, that was very sad! Poor crying claire...poor corpse charlie, poor...everyone else! Oh, the saddness of it! Anyway, excellent job. Very well done of course.
My eyeliner is running! Damn you! :(
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The fic was beautiful I'm just sorry to say I didn't cry. Now don't go thinking I didn't think it was beautiful because it was I just don't cry over stories, if I did I'd be bawling my eyes out. This was beautiful & you were really good at saying all the things that have gone unsaid between Charlie & Claire & if he ever died - please god no - it seems he will not be forgotten.
Amazing work on both! :)
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(Ficcing the vid? That sounds like some weird sexual innuendo...anywho!)
Hey, the fact that you read it is fantastic - I don't mind if you didn't cry, i'm not going to take offense or anything =P
Thank you for r/ring as always!
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lol yes ficcing the vid does sound a little...wrong
Oh good I'm so glad you didn't take offense to that, but you're welcome as always & I can't wait for the season three fic.
[offers the mighty muse chocolate]
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The mighty muse? *chortles* she likes chocolate, she's lactose intolerant like me though she she might get all bitchy and bloated =P
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Well I think someone who inspires you too have fics shooting out of your bee-hind is pretty mighty, lol. A bitchy & bloated muse will not do. I'd lend you Dom but I'm a little busy with him [pointedly avoids your eye]
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Lol, point taken. My muse is rather mighty - and I'm sure promises of Dom would placate her a little as soon as you're finished with him of course lol.
=P
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[sighs] Dom or the fic? [looks from awesome trailer to gorgeous Dom] [groans then hands him over] Just don't mess up his hair
;P
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Oh how I love that man. I promise I'll give him back once my muse has been placated k?
*much love*
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Satine: Oh yes yes yes, let mummy help! *unzips Christians fly* Does this inspire you?
Example! RL example! Sex is inspiration!
You can have Sawyer baby, I don't really mind as long as I have Charlie!
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Sex IS inspiration, like Epico, where do you think they get all their ideas from? Certainly not these fairytales.
YEW! I get Sawyer! [leaps into his arms] Oh yeah you can have Charlie...as long as you don't mind breaking he & Claire up while you're at it [evil laugh]
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Enjoy him darlin'. And break up Charlie/Claire? Hell, I'm short, blonde and Australian, I could pass for Claire! All I need is a baby now =P (so not happening any time soon)
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lol, I know, it's the plotline!
Oooh I shall enjoy him indeed with those gorgeous dimples! & oh yeah a few hours in the make-up chair & you'll be Claire no doubt!
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It IS the plotline! And we love them for it!
Daaaaamn straight.
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We SURE do!
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*nodnod*
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Ohh, OW! That vid was AWESOME! It was seemless and perfect and I loved that little flash of Kate in front of Charlie's face when Claire asks him a question. It was great editing of the clips! Sometimes you just have to destroy the 'ship to save it!
THE FIC:
AMAZING! I'm always in love with Claire-diary fics and this was fantasticly desolate and grieving and just the right amount of grace from moving on. It's always so scary to write a character death, but you handled it so well. I love the image of Claire hoaring Charlie's clothes and missing his attentions to her. You made me cry. Great job!
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FIC: I think her diary is a brilliant avenue to go down because that's where she puts down all the thoughts that she wouldn't normally voice - her like of Charlie for instance. I've written a few character deaths actually, so I feel quite comfortable with them now =P which is terrible but there you go. I just love the image of Claire wrapped up in Charlie's hoodie, i've used it before in my fics too.
And I made you cry? Yey, I take that as huge compliment (as strange as that may sound) so thank you =)
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You really write such amazing Claire fics!
The Vid: It was done so amazing, but as u said at the end of the vid...many Charlie/Claire fans would have died if that happened. :)
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I totally agree - how much would that have killed us? *dies*
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I'm glad I discovered your fics, they're practically the only C/C fics I read. ^^
I loved the video too, I love all AU creativity and it was really well done.
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I agree, AU is only good when its well done and I'm glad you liked the vid ^_^