(A/N: I must say, this story has hardly anything to do with my fave song, Collide, but I just think the song itself can really be related to Charlie and Claire. I’m a cheater, I know…lol…this song is based on Charlie and Claire’s reuniting. All my other friends were like “When they reunite I’m going to make a big scene out of it in my fanfic!” While I was like “I AM going to make a big scene out of it before they even DO reunite!” My number one reason why, what if they DON’T reunite? Hey…lots of possibilities. Not even going to name them off. My second reason, when and if we see their reuniting, some unbreakable barriers are going to be set in our mind, and we’re going to feel like we can’t leave them out or change the scene completely. So, if you want to be creative, get busy on one now!!!! This might be my personal issue, who knows. Anyway, I’ve been waiting to type this up all day, during the school day that SHOULD have been a snow day my mind was wandering off into how I would write this fanfic. My bus driver was even snapping his fingers in front of my face.)

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You're barely waking

And I'm tangled up in you

Yeah

But I'm open, you're closed

I worry I won't see your face

Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find, you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know

You make a first impression

I've found I'm scared to know

I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the stars refuse to shine

Out of the back you fall in time

I somehow find, you and I collide

Don't stop here

I've lost my place

I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills your mind

You finally find, you and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide

(credits to Howie Day)

“Boone! You have to get Charlie!”

“What if he’s asleep?”

Claire’s whimpering.

“I could care less if he was asleep! GO!”

Charlie figured that was the conversation between Boone and John before Boone Rutherford dashed off into the tree’s back to the caves, shook him awake, and yelled a breathless: “Claire!”

And just like that, he had known. His nights had been spent sleepless, and as tired as he was after he finally managed to make himself sleep, he was up in an instant. His legs, yearning to rest, even woke up the instant Charlie was off his back and darting ahead of Boone who, no matter how happy he could possibly be, ran wearily behind him. If Boone was happy, Charlie was happier.

After realizing his mistake of not letting Boone go ahead to show him the area, he didn’t care. He just kept running, willing his body to where Claire was like he willed the peanut butter. And there it was. For him. For her.

He practically ran into her.

Locke was attempting to comfort her, and it wasn’t working. She was screaming nothingness, clawing at him whenever he tried to reach out to her. Locke’s a smart guy. Charlie told himself. He knows she’d only calm when I am present…

Right after he thought that, he felt guilty. It was almost like giving himself more credit than ought to be given. But then it happened…at the sight of him she paused, mid scream. She was still trembling, and was only able to crow out one quivering word.

“Charlie?”

It was a question.

And he knew why it was so, for all she knew, he had been dead; hanging, limp on a tree.

“Claire…” his own voice was trembling as his shaking arms extended out and drew her into a fierce hug against his body. And through out all this…his mind didn’t even register the fact that her stomach was flat.

“Charlie!” she moaned into his shirt. Her head lifted so her eyes looked up into his; and then her thin, young fingers touched his neck lightly and traced the gash on his throat.

He winced, but let her continue. He wasn’t too sure what to let her do. What if feeling the gash made her become slightly afraid or relive some haunting memory? But what if feeling him made her realize that he was really there?

He had read her diary. Skimmed it, more like, at least the parts that talked about him. They made him weak as well as sad. Sad that he could not have really loved her before she was gone. And as he skimmed, he had caught his name alongside words like ‘adorable’ and ‘sweet’ and ‘makes me feel safe.’

It was the word ‘Black Rock’ that had stuck out at him vividly. And he had read all that she had written about it, and it scared him.

So, she liked him. That’s all it came down to. And…just as he began to move in to press his lips against hers…he reconsidered.

In her diary, she had written that Charlie made her feel safe. Did she still feel that way…after this? After everything?

“Do you hate me, Claire?” he muttered quietly.

Her tiny hand reached up behind his head and clung to his hair. His hand reached out behind her, stroking her long blond mane and her back comfortingly at the same time.

“I don’t,” she croaked.

And now was the time…he moved in, gently letting his lips massage hers, devouring all the other kisses she may have received. From Thomas, from anybody. He wanted to be hers; he wanted to keep her safe again. He wanted to actually do his job that the diary had assigned him. He was going to look after her. Never leave her side, no matter what. He would have to die before he was forced away from her again.

THE END

A/N: You like? Please review!

No, I do not know for a fact if Claire was un-pregnant or not, but as many of my other friends say they couldn’t tell, I guess I kind of have the feeling that she is no longer pregnant. Sorry if that kind of disappointed you, whether or not you see it as a spoiler or just something SAD! –bawls- If she isn’t pregnant…that’s gonna suck. Charlie would be a great father figure…ahem…-cough- despite some bad stuff like his confession and the drugs. –cough- Other than that! Lol! Anyway, check out some of my other stories. 0.0 There’s a lot now…most one shots. Cya around, fellow Charlie/Claire fans!!!!!