Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 12, 2009 19:44:13 GMT -5
The walk back to the beach had been painfully quiet. Charlie had glanced over at Libby more than a dozen times, wanting to simply talk to her. Say...anything to her. But he remembered Hurley was there, and his gaze would shift down to the jungle floor once more as the group moved towards the beach.
His checkered shoes hit sand, and in the distance, he heard the sound of a baby crying. "Aaron." he breathed out, and rushed towards the tent where the cries had come from. As he pulled back the flap, the cries got louder, and Charlie's eyes fell on the small child that was making the loud noise.
Richard had said that Claire was still alive in Los Angeles. Why, he wouldn't say. It wasn't her time, the man had said, and left it at that. Charlie wanted to protest more, but the look from the Other made him shut his mouth. He'd talk to Jack about it later, he thought as he moved to Aaron's make-shift crib. "Oh, oh, hey. Hey, now. That's some fuss you're makin', Turnip. You're gonna wake the bloody dead." Charlie lifted Aaron into his arms, hearing Aaron's cries quiet down. "See? See, there you go. There y'go. See? Everything's okay now." Charlie bounced him slightly, looking down at the little boy who smiled a wide toothless smile.
"Everything's gonna be okay. Oi, didja see Uncle Jin and Auntie Sun? They're here, too. And Uncle Jack. He's here, too, lookin' as stoic as ever. I think they better pull that lump of coal out of his ass; we could prolly sail back to Los Angeles on it. I don't think Uncle Sawyer's in the mood for a story, but--but I'm sure you could get him to do it if you really wanted to." He paused, smiling sadly down at the little boy in his arms. "Did that creepy guy come into your tent? Huh?" He watched as Aaron's brows furrowed, and Charlie's gaze matched his. "He did, did he?" Charlie asked. "Well, that's not good at all. He's banned from the tent starting now. Survivors of 815 crash only. Oh, and Desmond. Desmond's good."
Charlie felt himself trail off as he sighed out. "I really missed you, Aaron. You have no idea how much I missed you. And--And your mummy, your mummy's gonna be okay. She'll be back soon, I promise."
His checkered shoes hit sand, and in the distance, he heard the sound of a baby crying. "Aaron." he breathed out, and rushed towards the tent where the cries had come from. As he pulled back the flap, the cries got louder, and Charlie's eyes fell on the small child that was making the loud noise.
Richard had said that Claire was still alive in Los Angeles. Why, he wouldn't say. It wasn't her time, the man had said, and left it at that. Charlie wanted to protest more, but the look from the Other made him shut his mouth. He'd talk to Jack about it later, he thought as he moved to Aaron's make-shift crib. "Oh, oh, hey. Hey, now. That's some fuss you're makin', Turnip. You're gonna wake the bloody dead." Charlie lifted Aaron into his arms, hearing Aaron's cries quiet down. "See? See, there you go. There y'go. See? Everything's okay now." Charlie bounced him slightly, looking down at the little boy who smiled a wide toothless smile.
"Everything's gonna be okay. Oi, didja see Uncle Jin and Auntie Sun? They're here, too. And Uncle Jack. He's here, too, lookin' as stoic as ever. I think they better pull that lump of coal out of his ass; we could prolly sail back to Los Angeles on it. I don't think Uncle Sawyer's in the mood for a story, but--but I'm sure you could get him to do it if you really wanted to." He paused, smiling sadly down at the little boy in his arms. "Did that creepy guy come into your tent? Huh?" He watched as Aaron's brows furrowed, and Charlie's gaze matched his. "He did, did he?" Charlie asked. "Well, that's not good at all. He's banned from the tent starting now. Survivors of 815 crash only. Oh, and Desmond. Desmond's good."
Charlie felt himself trail off as he sighed out. "I really missed you, Aaron. You have no idea how much I missed you. And--And your mummy, your mummy's gonna be okay. She'll be back soon, I promise."