Characters: Charlie/Claire, triangle of doom, and hint of Chesmond
Summary: Claire makes a confession to Charlie
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
A/N: For </a></b></a>lostsquee Lost Riffs Day 6: Confessions. I think this can really be considered a crack fic lol
Claire stood behind Charlie as he put Aaron down for his nap. She smiled, touched by the scene, but her smile faded away as her eyes drifted out of her tent to spot Kate standing between a glaring Jack and Sawyer.
“Claire?” Charlie looked at the blond nervously, not knowing what to make of the glaring woman. Claire was always the very model of sweetness and light. Not a bad word to say about anyone, so seeing her with such a hate-filled expression in her eyes was a bit disconcerting. “What is it?”
“Can I tell you something Charlie and you tell no one else?”
“Of course. As if you even have to ask…”
“I hate her,” Claire’s glare intensified as she watched Kate suck on a spoon in front of Jack while Sawyer stood back and watched with a frown.
“Who? Kate?” Charlie blinked in surprise. He had always thought that Claire and Kate were friends…that they had bonded. After all, Kate was the one that had delivered Aaron.
“Yes. I mean look at her. Jack and Sawyer are perfectly nice men. They get along and are nice to each other…until she comes along and ruins it. I mean, eww. Look at her. Sucking on that spoon in front of Jack, knowing good and well how Sawyer feels about her, yet she’s doing it anyway. Just turning them against one another and ruining their friendship. It’s awful! She’s giving us women a bad name.”
Charlie bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Claire was so serious…and her reasons for hating Kate…well ok. Maybe they were justifiable. He did find it sickening how Kate could turn two mates against one another, but it was none of his business and none of Claire’s. “So that’s it? That’s your secret? You hate Kate because of the triangle she’s caused?”
The young mother just nodded a hint of shame in her eyes as she looked away from the scene of both Jack and Sawyer grabbing one of Kate’s arms and pulling on her as if she was a rope in a game of tug of war. Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright love, I understand. And if it makes you feel any better, I hate Micheal. One more time I hear him call out for Walt or declare that they took his boy…”
Claire giggled, feeling a bit better. That was what she loved about Charlie. He always made her feel herself again when she was about to sink into a dark mood.
Turning her back on Jack pulling Kate by her feet and Sawyer pulling Kate by her arms, she settled down next to Charlie, not only thankful that she had someone to confide in, but wasn’t as fickled as Kate. One man was enough for her and he was right by her side.
“Charlie!” Desmond ran up, his blue shirt unbuttoned at the top as he panted heavily. “Wouldn’t you rather…come hunting with me instead of sitting here watching the baby sleep? Wouldn’t that be a satisfying thing to do with your day?”
Charlie looked at Claire and then back at Desmond, his eyes full of indecision…the same indecision that Claire loathed in Kate.
“Well…”
Claire sighed in dismay and rolled her eyes. She was just thinking of how thankful she was not to be involved in a triangle. She just realized how wrong she was…