Rating:PG-13(charlie drops the f-bomb once and there's implied sex.. :) )
Summary: Written for Charlie/Claire challenge using Charlie, Claire, the island, and a clown.
Characters:Charlie, Claire, Locke
Bollocks. We’ve been on this island for months now. And you pick NOW to tell her? Great going there, Pace.
An awkward silence hung between them.
“Well I just thought I should tell you…. I guess I’ll leave then.”
Charlie was hoping that Claire would stop him, but she didn’t.
He felt even worse then he did when Claire stopped talking to him after he took Aaron and tried to baptize him. He walked back to his old tent on the outside of the camp passing many familiar faces on the way giving him questioning looks. He got to his tent and pulled the flap back, but someone was already in there.
It was Claire.
“Claire? How did you get here so fast?”
He felt for a moment a brief sense of hope. But it was short lived. He knew there must be a better explanation.
“You were walking pretty slowly. All I had to do was run here,” Claire answered.
“Well I don’t know why you bothered. You don’t want me around any…”
But he never got to finish his sentence because Claire rushed over to him and kissed him, pulling away after a few seconds.
“I love you too Charlie…I’m sorry about the way I reacted. It wasn’t your fault.”
“So does this mean I can move back?”
“Absolutely.” Claire went to the door and made sure the flap was closed all the way.
“But, first Mr. Pace, we have some business to attend to.”
Charlie had another clown dream that night.
This time the clown was on a boat a little bit from shore and kept calling his name. The boat started to move towards the beach.
Charlie didn’t know whether to run or stay where he was. The boat could take him off the island, but that clown was looking pretty deadly. He decided to stay put.
The boat finally made it to the shore and the clown climbed down from it and started walking towards him.
“Hello Charlie. I am your guardian angel. I have a message for you. Go forth and make peanut butter. That is all.”
“But…I can’t make peanut butter. I haven’t got any peanuts.”
The clown reached into his pocket and placed two peanuts into Charlie’s hand.
“There you go, my son.”
The clown walked off into the jungle and disappeared.
Charlie felt someone shaking him and woke up.
“Charlie, are you all right? You were talking in your sleep,” Claire said, looking concerned.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine…I just had the weirdest dream…do you want to make some peanut butter together? The Clown told me to."
“I’ll go make sure the flaps are closed.”