Take You There. {Open.}

[claire littleton.]

This is from an old site.

The seconds fell through the minutes that ticked and the hours that passed by… No one had heard absolutely anything about Desmond or Charlie, and it seemed like she was the only one that was worrying herself to death. Something was incredibly wrong, and Claire wanted to do anything. She’d already checked with Sun, and she told her that she’d have no problem watching Aaron for her. However, before Claire left, she’d get Aaron’s things ready, some extra diapers, some water and a small thing of milk, and of course his blanket. Sure it would have been easier to just have Sun come over and look after him there, but the sun was at it’s highest and she didn’t want Aaron getting a sunburn since all the sun screen had run out.

He was content just laying on her bed as she had reached under his crib grabbing the baby bag she’d managed to find through the rubble of the plain. Sure it was just one of those oversized Paris Hilton like bags that were some how in style, but it served a more important purpose here then just carrying around a Chihuahua. Maybe it was just the right way the sun had hit it, or something, but for a brief moment she was blinded by the extremely bright light that shone into her eye. Squinting slightly Claire looked down, why was Charlie’s ring laying under Aaron’s sheet, and why hadn’t Claire seen this before…

Why the hell was Charlie’s ring not on him? Her thoughts began to race a million miles an hour, Why the hell wasn’t he wearing it! Instantly her mind began making assumptions, he wouldn’t just leave it, that wasn’t Charlie… Was he planning on not coming back? Did Desmond have another Flash back?! “Charlie..” Claire choked as her eyes began to sting, as the brims filled with tears. Her heart was racing, beating rapidly against her ribcage. “No..” She choked again, almost estranged. Aaron’s cries broke her thoughts as he began to kick around having no actual control over what he was doing due to his age. As Claire picked up her son, holding him against her chest, she began to sob, more so then she’d ever done in her entire life… Charlie wasn’t coming back…

In a bloody incoherent mess, Claire had went to Sun asking her to take care of Aaron. She knew something was wrong, but Claire was unable to tell her as she passed off all of Aaron’s things as well as the bundle of joy himself. She needed to go and scream like a random mess. She needed to release the built up emotions that were weighing her down. Why had this happened? There was no way Charlie was alive, leaving the ring… Something that seemed so small and insignificant meant so much in this circumstance.

As she nearly tripped over a tree route she spun around. There was a crack behind her, but as she looked and peered through the trees and bushes, no one was there. It was clear. Claire wrapped her arms around herself as she let the tears fall freely. It wasn’t fair. Was Desmond dead to? No of course not… He knew this was all going to happen… He bloody well knew. He let Charlie die and leave his family. And it wasn’t worth it… As her thoughts pounded inside her head, Claire found herself plummeting to the ground. Another tree root she hadn’t seen due to her incredibly blurry vision thanks to her bloody tears.

Claire pushed herself into a sitting position and up against the bloody tree she’d managed to trip over. For a moment, silence was the only thing that had filled the air. Everything was calm, the smell of earth erupted around her. Then as if it had all clicked once more, Claire broke out sobbing. Her small frame shook beneath the emotional pressure. Why was she even here? “Charlie…” She coughed out resting her head against the tree. “Charlie…” Claire’s voice was a little louder.. It played out like this as she managed to mumble out her cries of his name between her sobs until finally, she screamed.

“CHARLIE.” The pain was terrible. Even though she was a solid thirty minutes from camp, no doubt they’d probably of heard her. Claire knew he was gone. And she’d never see him again. As her entire body shook once more, Claire brought her knees to her chin and curled into a ball. Charlie was gone. So emotionally distraught, Claire hadn’t even noticed she’d cut her arm on a rock when she’d fallen. It was at that exact moment she felt her heart break clean in two.

[Charlie Pace]

He was dead.

Charlie knew this, and yet, he could see the lush green of the island, and the dark browns of the forest. He could feel every single inch of the island, and yet, he felt nothing. However, something sturred in Charlie, and he blinked, hearing Claire's voice. Instantly, he found himself standing near Claire, by a tree. Something felt wrong. Charlie couldn't put a finger on it, but something felt wrong.

"Claire."

He heard his voice, so he knew he was speaking, but Claire didn't move. She didn't make a sound other than her crying. "CLAIRE!" Charlie yelled, and then turned sharply, hearing it first as if a buzzing in the back of his ears.

Oh no.

The metallic screeching started small, almost stalking, until Charlie saw the smoke. He turned to Claire, his eyes widening. "Claire! Claire, RUN! RUN!"

The cloud grew in size, as if ready to pounce, and Charlie wasn't sure if it would even work, but he had to try. Charlie gathered all of his strength and sprinted off into a run just as the black cloud rushed towards Claire. He skidded to a stop right in front of her, and was amazed as the cloud screeched and slowed to a stop. It clicked and whurred and Charlie tilted his head as he watched the cloud, serious calm coming to his face. "Don't. Touch her." It seemed to be forever that Charlie stood facing off the cloud, until it surprised Charlie. The cloud slowly shrunk back and dissapeared back into the forest. Charlie's brows furrowed in confusion and slight relief, before a sigh escaped his lips.

He turned to look down at Claire, only to see her wide eyes staring back up at her. He held his hands out in front of him. "Don't scream. It'll come back again if you scream."

[claire littleton.]

From crying as hard as she was, Claire’s heart was pounding against her ribcage. Deep down, she knew it was all wrong, and Claire as an individual had always been an extraordinarily perceptive person, and when she got a feeling such as she just had, she knew it was wrong. It’d all went all wrong, and now Charlie was gone, and possibly Desmond as well. Claire and Aaron were alone. Sure, they had everyone else on the island, but Charlie was there, and he cared one hundred percent and was on her level when others weren’t.

Charlie had stood behind her regardless of what was happening. Charlie was the one who had believed her when she said she was being drugged… When some one was trying to steal her baby. Charlie was the one who had convinced her to come to the caves because it was safer… He was the one that CARED so much to get here there at whatever cost. Charlie was the one to stay with her when she was sick. Be behind her 100% when no one else was. She loved him.

Charlie Pace had managed to make his way into Claire’s heart like no one had ever before. Charlie was the reason she felt the way she did , and was how she’d become. Charlie was responsible for so much and even the thought of him being gone right now twisted and ripped at her insides as her heart slowly shattered. Crying… Sobbing, gasping for air, she was a mess. An unbelievable mess that hadn’t heard the signs instantly… The one that had sat in a heap at the bottom of the tree instead of running for her life.

The metallic screeching had filled the air almost instantly and it was impossible for the sobbing Aussie to catch her breath in time as she looked up, a sickening scream flooding from her lips as her heart raced fast in her chest as it heaved. Catching her breath would be impossible yet at the same time, she felt bizarre, hunted, watched. Sure maybe old smokey would do that to some one, but it felt like so much more.. And if it was the Others, they picked a bad fucking time. Juliet was still back at camp… Surely Ben wouldn’t be so balsy to come.. would he? These weren’t actually things that were pulsating through her mind as she tried to scramble herself off the floor, panic and horror flooding through her and showing visably on her face.

Now, not only could the smoke monster scare the hell out of her, but it could also break her heart yet again. He appeared almost suddenly , well at least to her, but as she looked up at the giant cloud of thick black smoke… Charlie was there… In full form, yet something was missing… Something was missing in a huge way. “---C-…” Tear filled eyes held his gaze as she sat there in an odd position attempting to get up. “-h-how..”

[Charlie Pace]

Charlie wanted to get that frightened look off her face; if he could do anything, Charlie would remove that look from her face. However, Charlie knew that he couldn't. He could touch, but he couldn't feel. His skin was ice cold, slightly damp with the water that had claimed his life. He wanted to cry, however, the tears wouldn't come. "You need to get out of this jungle. You can't stay here, it'll come back and I don't know if I can stop him this time.." he said, moving to take her hand. He glanced back to see if the monster was still gone, and he looked back, his brows narrowing as he saw the blood on her arm. He bent down, ripping a leaf from a plant. He pressed it against her wound, glancing at her as she stuttered.

He felt himself swallow, and he looked down at the wound, pressing a finger into the blood. He couldn't feel the warmth, the sticky smoothness, and that pained him. However, he knew he couldn't stay here wishing. He had a job to do.

"Claire," he told her, looking from her arm to her face. "You have to listen to me. No matter what happens, you have to trust me. Locke is going to want to stay on the island, and Jack..." Jack was the smart one. This Island...Charlie knew just by standing in the middle of it that it was wrong. Evil. They couldn't stay no matter how much they wanted to. He held her hand in his own cold one, looking surely at her. "You cannot go with Locke. You have to trust me. You cannot go with Locke. You'll die if you go with him and Aaron--" The baby. Aaron was innocent. The most of them all.

He pressed his hand against her cheek, wishing that he could feel the warmth, wished that he could taste the salt on her cheeks from her tears. "You'll die if you stay here, and you're not meant to die. Not here. You've got to convince Hugo to go with Jack. He'll not want to, but you've got to convince him. Jack and Hugo, they'll protect you when you're off the island, but you have to leave."