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Something Unexpected - PG
Title: Something Unexpected
Character/s: Sawyer/Claire friendship, mentions of Charlie
Spoilers: set just after Eggtown
Summary: The morning that Kate leaves the barracks, Claire comes to Sawyer to ask if he knows where she’s gone.
Disclaimer: Lost isn’t mine. Deal with it.
Author’s Note: I feel so WEIRD writing Conmama! I’ve only written it once before so hopefully I’ve got a fairly decent grasp on the characters, please let me know what you think!
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There’s only about a dozen of them living here in Othersville and nobody else seems to be up yet so Sawyer comes out onto the veranda with only a cup of coffee and his own loneliness for company. He’s thinking about Kate, about how she stayed with him last night, how he promised to take care of her like he has so many times before.
He’s thinking about how she left him in a huff of indignant anger less than an hour ago.
He isn’t particularly surprised that she slapped him when he made that dig about her coming back to him when she gets sick of Jack again. She’s predictable – it’s as simple as that – and it’s very rare that she can surprise him anymore. The thing is, he knows that she doesn’t mean to hurt people, she just can’t see that she’s not the only one who’s affected by the stupid choices that she makes.
He knows that Kate will be back again at some point, wanting him to comfort her, to take care of her, to stroke her hair and make her feel safe and loved and all those other things she craves. He’s grown used to the back and forth in the past three months but it’s still tiresome. One day he thinks he might turn around and tell her where to stick it but for now he can’t. Despite himself, he’s invested too much in this twisted semi-relationship that they have and he can’t just let it go.
A sudden movement makes him snap his head around in alarm but it’s just Claire, that baby of hers still asleep in her arms as she picks her way carefully across the overgrown lawns, glancing about her as though she’s trying to familiarise herself with her surroundings. She glances up and see’s him sitting there and to his surprise, she makes a beeline for him, striding confidently for once instead of meandering.
He tries to suppress a sigh as she smiles in greeting and steps up to the porch.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly. “You’re up early.”
Sawyer shrugs and brings his mug to his lips as he speaks. “Guess I am.”
“It’s nicer in the morning,” Claire rambles on. “Aaron always wakes up early so I’ve seen a lot of sunsets here y’know? And it’s always nice and cool.”
Sawyer says nothing, just sips his coffee and Claire hovers awkwardly for a moment before inviting herself onto the veranda properly.
“Um…I was wondering if you’ve seen Kate at all today?” she tilts her head at him in that characteristic way she has. “She didn’t come home last night.”
“She left this morning,” Sawyer tells her flatly. “Good ol’ Johnny boy banished her back to the beach.”
Claire blinks in surprise and then drops her eyes, her brow creasing.
“Oh.”
“I don’t think she’ll be back for a while,” Sawyer adds and Claire looks up, real hurt in her eyes and he wonders why she’s so upset.
“She didn’t say goodbye,” Claire says, and she looks slightly offended. “I would’ve thought that maybe…”
“Kate’s not too good with goodbye’s,” Sawyer shrugs. “She didn’t really say goodbye to me either.”
“You mean she just left?” Claire says incredulously. “She didn’t even say goodbye to you?”
“Well she didn’t say goodbye,” Sawyer says slowly. “She yelled at me a bit and then she slapped me – does that count?”
“Why’d she slap you?” Claire asks, frowning.
“Told her a few home truths,” Sawyer sips at his coffee again between sentences. “She didn’t much like ’em so she stomped off all upset. Back to Jack again.”
Claire sinks down on the opposite patio chair uninvited, but Sawyer doesn’t really mind. “I thought she was with you now?”
“She ain’t with nobody,” Sawyer gazes out at the other houses but doesn’t see them. “She never was and I don’t think she ever will be if I’m true and honest with you.”
Claire considers this for a moment and then she nods at the almost empty mug in his hands. “Do you want a refill? I could do with one myself and I’ll bet the stuff in your kitchen is in pretty much all the same places as mine.”
Sawyer stares at her, uncertain at Claire’s sudden friendliness but he holds out the mug nonetheless and Claire takes it, in turn handing Aaron to him. He begins to protest but Claire fixes him with a stern glare and he quails and takes the infant uncomfortably into his arms.
“Just rock him a little till I get back,” she instructs. “It won’t take that long for the kettle to boil.”
Sawyer grumbles under his breath as Claire disappears into the house but she’s back quickly enough, taking Aaron off him again as soon as she’s put the coffee mugs down on the table.
“How come you’re bein’ so friendly all of a sudden?” he asks her and Claire stares at him blankly.
“Friendly?”
“Yeah,” Sawyer feels ridiculous as he gestures between the two of them. “Comin’ over to talk to me, makin’ me coffee…”
Claire shrugs. “There’s not many people here that I’ve ever really talked to. I probably know you and John and Hurley the best. I figure I might as well let those friendships get stronger, you know?”
Sawyer laughs then and Claire looks defensive.
“What?” she demands. “What did I say that was so funny?”
“It’s just…well I ain’t never had anybody I could really call a friend before,” Sawyer admits. “Specially not a woman.”
“You must’ve,” Claire insists. “Everybody has a friend at some point growing up.”
“You ever meet one of those kids that your mama didn’t want you playing with?” Sawyer asks and Claire nods uncertainly. “Well I was that kid. No good for nothing but trouble.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Claire said reprovingly. “Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone gets angry at the world. Look at all the good stuff you’ve done since you got here!”
Sawyer laughs again then. “Where the hell’ve you been Bessie? You must be mistakin’ me for someone else.”
“You brought that blanket for me and Aaron once,” Claire reminded him. “That was very unexpected – and very sweet.”
“Hugo told me to give it to you,” he says promptly. “It wasn’t my idea.”
“You also cooked that massive feast down at the beach just before Jack got back…”
“Hugo.”
“Well,” Claire says uncomfortably. “You must’ve done something good in your life. You can’t be completely horrible or you’d be creepy like Ben.”
“In case you didn’t realise yet – I’m not a good person little mama,” Sawyer said quietly. “I never did a good thing in my life. I told your limey boyfriend that once upon a-”
He freezes at the unexpected flash of emotion on her face then and he grimaces when he realises what he’s just said, but he doesn’t even both trying to take his words back again. It was just a slip of the tongue really – he didn’t mean to say anything about Charlie at all...
But Claire doesn’t say anything, in fact ignores that Sawyer has mentioned Charlie at all and merely hitches Aaron a little higher in her arms.
“Well maybe... I could be your friend?” she says unexpectedly and Sawyer hoots with laughter. “No, I’m being serious!” she says, looking a little bit offended at his reaction. “Honestly Sawyer, it’s not like there’s anything stopping us from being…”
“Sure there is,” Sawyer says. “You know in the real world the only way we would have ever met would’ve been if I was trying to con you out of some money?”
“Well then we never would have met,” Claire says with a shrug. “I worked in a Fish and Chips shop – I was practically destitute.”
“Exactly,” Sawyer says. “I’m not the sort of person who has friends anyways. I like having enemies better cause you don’t have to worry about them hating you – you already know that they do.”
“That’s a very cynical outlook,” Claire says grimly, sipping at her coffee carefully and then placing it down on the table so that she can lean forward and catch his eye. “But in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not in the real world right now. The normal rules don’t apply.”
“And how do you figure that?”
Claire looks at him with an unfathomable expression then. She doesn’t really look sad but Sawyer’s seen her when she’s happy and smiling and she’s certainly not happy now. She’s not busting out in tears or anything but he can tell that she’s melancholy by the flatness of her manner, the forced quality in her smile.
He wonders if anybody has actually mentioned Charlie to her since she found out. He would say something now if it weren’t for the uncomfortable exchange he had with Hurley on the way to the cockpit. How is he supposed to sympathise with them when he never knew Charlie the way they did? Anything he says will just sound forced and phony.
“Kate’s a fugitive,” Claire says slowly. “And she’s the one who delivered Aaron. Jin’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met but I was talking to Sun once and she sort of insinuated that he used to be part of some sort of Korean mafia type thing. For god’s sake, Charlie was…” she stops herself then but under Sawyer’s gaze she seems compelled to finish her comparison. “I mean, how many heroin addicted rock stars and soon-to-be-mums have you seen mix like we did? I mean in the real world? And you saw what he was like with Aaron – he really loved him.”
She shifts uncomfortably in her chair in the silence that follows and then she swings the conversation back around again, voicing her concluding statement as simply as if she’s reciting an essay.
“Look all I’m saying is that…all these people here with us on this island – they were somebody else before the crash but here…we all got a second chance. Wipe the slate clean you know? Maybe…” her eyes flicker from side to side, as though she’s searching for inspiration, before she meets his eyes again. “Maybe you should stop trying to run away from who you were and start figuring out who you wanna be. You know?”
Sawyer watches her a moment longer in silence. He’s surprised to realise that she’s a lot smarter than he ever gave her credit for. But it’s not as simple as she’s described it and he knows it.
“It’s not that easy,” he says softly. “You make it sound like you’ve just gotta flip some switch or something…”
“You just need to want to change,” Claire insists. “Or something has to come along that changes you whether you like it or not.”
“So what changed you?” Sawyer asks unthinkingly. “If you’ve changed at all.”
Claire drops her gaze to her son in an unmistakable gesture and then glances up again shyly. Her smile is small but for the first time in days at least it doesn’t seem fake or forced.
“A year ago if somebody had handed me a baby and told me to look after them I would’ve laughed at them. Now I can’t imagine what life would be like without him. He’s the most important thing in the world to me.”
“What about Charlie?”
Claire looks surprised and then hurt. “What do you mean?”
“You just don’t seem very sad about him is all,” Sawyer shrugs. “No offence or anything but…”
“Just because I’m not in floods of tears doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still hurt,” Claire says stonily but she looks quite upset now. “I miss him – I do. But it’s hard to miss somebody all the time when you haven’t been able to say goodbye to them properly and nobody wants to talk about it and you’re away from everything that reminds you of them.”
“Sorry,” Sawyer mumbles unthinkingly and Claire just shakes her head.
“What have you got to be sorry for? It’s not like you killed him.” She stands then, Aaron stirring in her arms. “I’m going home now,” she says briskly. “I’ve got lots of things to do. Thanks for the coffee Sawyer.”
She’s halfway down the steps when he calls out after her.
“James.”
Claire turns, confused. “Sorry?”
“My name,” he shakes his head at her. “It isn’t Sawyer. It’s James.”
Claire still looks confused. “So Sawyer’s really…what? Your nickname?”
He shrugs. “I guess.”
Claire stares at him a moment longer and then she nods at him. “I guess I’ll see you around then James.”
“I’ll see you around Claire,” he returns, and then flashes her a quick smile. “If you get bored or somethin’ then come past later on. Hugo’s company get’s a bit much after a while – I could do with some variety.”
Claire’s eyebrows quirk. “I thought you weren’t interested in being friends?”
“I never said I didn’t wanna be friends,” Sawyer tells her. “I just didn’t think it’d work all that good.”
They regard each other for a moment longer and then Claire nods at him and turns toward home. Sawyer watches her walk and when she gets to her veranda she turns and waves at him before disappearing inside.
“Damn world’s gone upside down,” he shakes his head as he collects the coffee mugs and takes them inside to wash them clean in the sink.
Character/s: Sawyer/Claire friendship, mentions of Charlie
Spoilers: set just after Eggtown
Summary: The morning that Kate leaves the barracks, Claire comes to Sawyer to ask if he knows where she’s gone.
Disclaimer: Lost isn’t mine. Deal with it.
Author’s Note: I feel so WEIRD writing Conmama! I’ve only written it once before so hopefully I’ve got a fairly decent grasp on the characters, please let me know what you think!
There’s only about a dozen of them living here in Othersville and nobody else seems to be up yet so Sawyer comes out onto the veranda with only a cup of coffee and his own loneliness for company. He’s thinking about Kate, about how she stayed with him last night, how he promised to take care of her like he has so many times before.
He’s thinking about how she left him in a huff of indignant anger less than an hour ago.
He isn’t particularly surprised that she slapped him when he made that dig about her coming back to him when she gets sick of Jack again. She’s predictable – it’s as simple as that – and it’s very rare that she can surprise him anymore. The thing is, he knows that she doesn’t mean to hurt people, she just can’t see that she’s not the only one who’s affected by the stupid choices that she makes.
He knows that Kate will be back again at some point, wanting him to comfort her, to take care of her, to stroke her hair and make her feel safe and loved and all those other things she craves. He’s grown used to the back and forth in the past three months but it’s still tiresome. One day he thinks he might turn around and tell her where to stick it but for now he can’t. Despite himself, he’s invested too much in this twisted semi-relationship that they have and he can’t just let it go.
A sudden movement makes him snap his head around in alarm but it’s just Claire, that baby of hers still asleep in her arms as she picks her way carefully across the overgrown lawns, glancing about her as though she’s trying to familiarise herself with her surroundings. She glances up and see’s him sitting there and to his surprise, she makes a beeline for him, striding confidently for once instead of meandering.
He tries to suppress a sigh as she smiles in greeting and steps up to the porch.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly. “You’re up early.”
Sawyer shrugs and brings his mug to his lips as he speaks. “Guess I am.”
“It’s nicer in the morning,” Claire rambles on. “Aaron always wakes up early so I’ve seen a lot of sunsets here y’know? And it’s always nice and cool.”
Sawyer says nothing, just sips his coffee and Claire hovers awkwardly for a moment before inviting herself onto the veranda properly.
“Um…I was wondering if you’ve seen Kate at all today?” she tilts her head at him in that characteristic way she has. “She didn’t come home last night.”
“She left this morning,” Sawyer tells her flatly. “Good ol’ Johnny boy banished her back to the beach.”
Claire blinks in surprise and then drops her eyes, her brow creasing.
“Oh.”
“I don’t think she’ll be back for a while,” Sawyer adds and Claire looks up, real hurt in her eyes and he wonders why she’s so upset.
“She didn’t say goodbye,” Claire says, and she looks slightly offended. “I would’ve thought that maybe…”
“Kate’s not too good with goodbye’s,” Sawyer shrugs. “She didn’t really say goodbye to me either.”
“You mean she just left?” Claire says incredulously. “She didn’t even say goodbye to you?”
“Well she didn’t say goodbye,” Sawyer says slowly. “She yelled at me a bit and then she slapped me – does that count?”
“Why’d she slap you?” Claire asks, frowning.
“Told her a few home truths,” Sawyer sips at his coffee again between sentences. “She didn’t much like ’em so she stomped off all upset. Back to Jack again.”
Claire sinks down on the opposite patio chair uninvited, but Sawyer doesn’t really mind. “I thought she was with you now?”
“She ain’t with nobody,” Sawyer gazes out at the other houses but doesn’t see them. “She never was and I don’t think she ever will be if I’m true and honest with you.”
Claire considers this for a moment and then she nods at the almost empty mug in his hands. “Do you want a refill? I could do with one myself and I’ll bet the stuff in your kitchen is in pretty much all the same places as mine.”
Sawyer stares at her, uncertain at Claire’s sudden friendliness but he holds out the mug nonetheless and Claire takes it, in turn handing Aaron to him. He begins to protest but Claire fixes him with a stern glare and he quails and takes the infant uncomfortably into his arms.
“Just rock him a little till I get back,” she instructs. “It won’t take that long for the kettle to boil.”
Sawyer grumbles under his breath as Claire disappears into the house but she’s back quickly enough, taking Aaron off him again as soon as she’s put the coffee mugs down on the table.
“How come you’re bein’ so friendly all of a sudden?” he asks her and Claire stares at him blankly.
“Friendly?”
“Yeah,” Sawyer feels ridiculous as he gestures between the two of them. “Comin’ over to talk to me, makin’ me coffee…”
Claire shrugs. “There’s not many people here that I’ve ever really talked to. I probably know you and John and Hurley the best. I figure I might as well let those friendships get stronger, you know?”
Sawyer laughs then and Claire looks defensive.
“What?” she demands. “What did I say that was so funny?”
“It’s just…well I ain’t never had anybody I could really call a friend before,” Sawyer admits. “Specially not a woman.”
“You must’ve,” Claire insists. “Everybody has a friend at some point growing up.”
“You ever meet one of those kids that your mama didn’t want you playing with?” Sawyer asks and Claire nods uncertainly. “Well I was that kid. No good for nothing but trouble.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Claire said reprovingly. “Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone gets angry at the world. Look at all the good stuff you’ve done since you got here!”
Sawyer laughs again then. “Where the hell’ve you been Bessie? You must be mistakin’ me for someone else.”
“You brought that blanket for me and Aaron once,” Claire reminded him. “That was very unexpected – and very sweet.”
“Hugo told me to give it to you,” he says promptly. “It wasn’t my idea.”
“You also cooked that massive feast down at the beach just before Jack got back…”
“Hugo.”
“Well,” Claire says uncomfortably. “You must’ve done something good in your life. You can’t be completely horrible or you’d be creepy like Ben.”
“In case you didn’t realise yet – I’m not a good person little mama,” Sawyer said quietly. “I never did a good thing in my life. I told your limey boyfriend that once upon a-”
He freezes at the unexpected flash of emotion on her face then and he grimaces when he realises what he’s just said, but he doesn’t even both trying to take his words back again. It was just a slip of the tongue really – he didn’t mean to say anything about Charlie at all...
But Claire doesn’t say anything, in fact ignores that Sawyer has mentioned Charlie at all and merely hitches Aaron a little higher in her arms.
“Well maybe... I could be your friend?” she says unexpectedly and Sawyer hoots with laughter. “No, I’m being serious!” she says, looking a little bit offended at his reaction. “Honestly Sawyer, it’s not like there’s anything stopping us from being…”
“Sure there is,” Sawyer says. “You know in the real world the only way we would have ever met would’ve been if I was trying to con you out of some money?”
“Well then we never would have met,” Claire says with a shrug. “I worked in a Fish and Chips shop – I was practically destitute.”
“Exactly,” Sawyer says. “I’m not the sort of person who has friends anyways. I like having enemies better cause you don’t have to worry about them hating you – you already know that they do.”
“That’s a very cynical outlook,” Claire says grimly, sipping at her coffee carefully and then placing it down on the table so that she can lean forward and catch his eye. “But in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not in the real world right now. The normal rules don’t apply.”
“And how do you figure that?”
Claire looks at him with an unfathomable expression then. She doesn’t really look sad but Sawyer’s seen her when she’s happy and smiling and she’s certainly not happy now. She’s not busting out in tears or anything but he can tell that she’s melancholy by the flatness of her manner, the forced quality in her smile.
He wonders if anybody has actually mentioned Charlie to her since she found out. He would say something now if it weren’t for the uncomfortable exchange he had with Hurley on the way to the cockpit. How is he supposed to sympathise with them when he never knew Charlie the way they did? Anything he says will just sound forced and phony.
“Kate’s a fugitive,” Claire says slowly. “And she’s the one who delivered Aaron. Jin’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met but I was talking to Sun once and she sort of insinuated that he used to be part of some sort of Korean mafia type thing. For god’s sake, Charlie was…” she stops herself then but under Sawyer’s gaze she seems compelled to finish her comparison. “I mean, how many heroin addicted rock stars and soon-to-be-mums have you seen mix like we did? I mean in the real world? And you saw what he was like with Aaron – he really loved him.”
She shifts uncomfortably in her chair in the silence that follows and then she swings the conversation back around again, voicing her concluding statement as simply as if she’s reciting an essay.
“Look all I’m saying is that…all these people here with us on this island – they were somebody else before the crash but here…we all got a second chance. Wipe the slate clean you know? Maybe…” her eyes flicker from side to side, as though she’s searching for inspiration, before she meets his eyes again. “Maybe you should stop trying to run away from who you were and start figuring out who you wanna be. You know?”
Sawyer watches her a moment longer in silence. He’s surprised to realise that she’s a lot smarter than he ever gave her credit for. But it’s not as simple as she’s described it and he knows it.
“It’s not that easy,” he says softly. “You make it sound like you’ve just gotta flip some switch or something…”
“You just need to want to change,” Claire insists. “Or something has to come along that changes you whether you like it or not.”
“So what changed you?” Sawyer asks unthinkingly. “If you’ve changed at all.”
Claire drops her gaze to her son in an unmistakable gesture and then glances up again shyly. Her smile is small but for the first time in days at least it doesn’t seem fake or forced.
“A year ago if somebody had handed me a baby and told me to look after them I would’ve laughed at them. Now I can’t imagine what life would be like without him. He’s the most important thing in the world to me.”
“What about Charlie?”
Claire looks surprised and then hurt. “What do you mean?”
“You just don’t seem very sad about him is all,” Sawyer shrugs. “No offence or anything but…”
“Just because I’m not in floods of tears doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still hurt,” Claire says stonily but she looks quite upset now. “I miss him – I do. But it’s hard to miss somebody all the time when you haven’t been able to say goodbye to them properly and nobody wants to talk about it and you’re away from everything that reminds you of them.”
“Sorry,” Sawyer mumbles unthinkingly and Claire just shakes her head.
“What have you got to be sorry for? It’s not like you killed him.” She stands then, Aaron stirring in her arms. “I’m going home now,” she says briskly. “I’ve got lots of things to do. Thanks for the coffee Sawyer.”
She’s halfway down the steps when he calls out after her.
“James.”
Claire turns, confused. “Sorry?”
“My name,” he shakes his head at her. “It isn’t Sawyer. It’s James.”
Claire still looks confused. “So Sawyer’s really…what? Your nickname?”
He shrugs. “I guess.”
Claire stares at him a moment longer and then she nods at him. “I guess I’ll see you around then James.”
“I’ll see you around Claire,” he returns, and then flashes her a quick smile. “If you get bored or somethin’ then come past later on. Hugo’s company get’s a bit much after a while – I could do with some variety.”
Claire’s eyebrows quirk. “I thought you weren’t interested in being friends?”
“I never said I didn’t wanna be friends,” Sawyer tells her. “I just didn’t think it’d work all that good.”
They regard each other for a moment longer and then Claire nods at him and turns toward home. Sawyer watches her walk and when she gets to her veranda she turns and waves at him before disappearing inside.
“Damn world’s gone upside down,” he shakes his head as he collects the coffee mugs and takes them inside to wash them clean in the sink.
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I also thank you for the exposition - why haven't the writers dealt with her grief over the loss of Charlie? Heck, you saw more emotion on Sawyer and Sayid's faces when Des broke the news than you've seen from Claire since her initial reaction. *kicks writers*
You make excellent points on both sides of the friendship fence, and you don't make Sawyer out to be an ignorant hick. Very good on both counts - very good all around, in fact.
*saves* Thanks for starting my Lost Day out right!
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I think that Claire's reaction to Charlie's death after 4x01 has been utterly abysmal. There really isn't much hope left in me that she's actually going to get any grieving time and if she does get any now I think it's just going to feel forced you know? Ugh. *kicks the writers with you*
He's not an ignorant hick though - that's the thing! I'm actually liking him more and more atm, especially after what Kate did to him in Eggtown. Ugh. I'm liking her less and less every episode. I cheered when Charlotte knocked her out in "The Other Woman".
Cheers, I'm glad you liked it =P it's always weird stepping out of my comfort zone and out of my usual characters but I'm glad that I managed to pull it off.
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It sure has, James. Sapph is writing ConMama! :O Seriously, I started reading this by just scanning the beginning, the Skate reflection didn't hold me at all and then once Claire and Sawyer's conversation got rolling it pulled me in. I wanted to hear what they had to say to each other and what if anything they would say about Charlie. Very natural and realistic. Well done as always.
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I like the Claire+Sawyer dynamic, they're so different and he always seems softer around her. I'd like to see them interacting more as friends (and talking about Charlie. Hell I'd like to see ANYONE talking about Charlie!)
Thank you! I know Skate and Conmama isn't really your thing so I'm very glad that you took the time to read and review this - it means a lot to me.
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Ehhh...a little bit. I did take particular note of that line and the mirroring with Charlie. I think my muse was channeling S4 Claire in this *makes a face* and I'm not entirely sure why tbh. Her only saving grace I think is that in this she's not really happy and Sawyer can see it but he doesn't really comment on it because he's uncomfortable with it.
It's like Claire isn't missing Charlie on an emotional level, she's simply missing all Charlie's little services that she had grown accustomed to.
That's what it feels like on the show atm a little bit you know? Honestly, I just want to grab Claire by the shoulders and shake her around, maybe hit her across the head a couple of times, knock some sense into her...
Oh the fic. Right.
I don't like Claire much either atm. Like I said, I don't know WHY I was channeling her on-show persona because I really don't like her much atm but the muse commands me to write so I do!
Thank you for reading and reviewing even though I creeped you out =P
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Yeah, I noticed that, but again it creeped me out, because it doesn't seem like Claire is upset FOR Charlie more like she is feeling sorry for herself because she's got nobody to talk to and dote upon her and is looking for new candidates. Like she was fine when Kate was there but now Kate's gone she is dropping heavy hints that Sawyer should be the next person to come over and be her friend. It makes Claire seem eerily manipulative.
But I'm seeing that in Claire more and more even old Claire. I was thinking back to Outlaws when Charlie was suffering with PTSD and it's Hurley and Sayid who are concerned for him while Claire sits on her bottom waiting for Charlie to come for their walk. I don't like to think of Claire this way - all taking and no giving - but the writers aren't giving me a huge amount of options.
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Tbh I'm not surprised. I'm disliking her more and more as we go along - not as much as Kate but she's running pretty close behind atm which is kind of scary considering Claire's always been a favourite of mine.
But I'm seeing that in Claire more and more even old Claire. I was thinking back to Outlaws when Charlie was suffering with PTSD and it's Hurley and Sayid who are concerned for him while Claire sits on her bottom waiting for Charlie to come for their walk. I don't like to think of Claire this way - all taking and no giving - but the writers aren't giving me a huge amount of options.
Yeah I agree. To be fair Charlie did pretty much tell her to bugger off because he had "stuff to do" but you're right, she could have pushed the gauntlet a little bit more.
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Good one. I had never quite thought of it that way.
This was really nice. It kind of breaks my heart how fast Claire was to jump on the Sawyer friend wagon. Everyone is leaving her (or soon will be) and she seems so desperate for company. I also liked how you rationalized Claire's expression of grief.
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Funny you should say that because the title for this was originally "Everybody Leaves Us In The End" and Claire was going to be more openly grieving Charlie and Sawyer was going to be talking about Kate but not really wanting to. It also would've foreshadowed the future in which Kate has Aaron off island but my muse decided to change everything on me hehe ^_^
Thank you for reading and reviewing elliot
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Thank you lots for mentioning Charlie!
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And I always mention Charlie ^_^
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I really loved this, and I think you have an excellent grasp on the both of them. You've always written Claire better than near anyone else out there, so it's not a surprise that you are also very good at Sawyer.
Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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I especially like how you've explained Claire's non-expression of her grief over Charlie. It makes sense and really makes me feel for her. Well done!
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I'm still waiting for some sort of reasoning behind Claire's non-grief. As a devout C/C fan I'm rather disgusted at how little she seems bothered about it all. But I guess that's why we have fanfic right?
Thank you for reading and reviewing!
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I wish you wrote for the show. They don't concentrate on character development as much as they used to, and you could fill that gap quite nicely.
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I wish I wrote for the show now too *sigh* it's all plot and no character atm which I think is sad. Where's the grieving for Charlie? Where's the aftermath of the Danielle/Alex reunion? I think it's sad that we aren't getting to see these things anymore in lieu of more "important" scenes.
Thank you for reading and reviewing splat!