This is my first fan fic. I hope you like it. (Please Review.)
I did not make up this show or its characters. Lost is owned by J.J. Abrams and his crew at ABC.
The Labor of Love
"Would you like some more peanut butter?" Charlie asked handing the jar full of imaginary peanut butter to Claire.
"Yes, I would." She said grabbing the jar, sticking in her finger and licking it clean. "You know, this is actually quite good."
"Of course it is!" Charlie announced with his cute little smirk.
Charlie and Claire had taken a walk and ended up at a beautiful remote spot where they were dining on Charlie's special peanut butter. Claire had regained her memory of Charlie and now the two were inseparable. After reading Claire's diary, Charlie had decided to pursue Claire and her unborn child. Claire was amazed at everything about Charlie, he was perfect. She decided that Charlie had to be the one for her.
"It's about time to head back." Charlie said a little disappointed. He had hoped to gain a kiss or two on their little escapade. "It will be getting dark soon."
"Alright." Claire said starting to get up. Charlie rushed up and helped her to her feet. "Thank you."
"Thank you for everything, Charlie. Nobody else would have helped me as much as you have. I remember when Ethan took us." She paused to see if she should go on. "You saved me."
"What do you think you are doing?" Ethan asked pushing Charlie away from Claire.
"I've got to help her." Charlie said bravely. "If I don't get her calmed down…"
"I've had enough of you!" Ethan screamed as he lunged at Charlie with a knife.
Claire screamed as she watched the two brawl on the ground. First it appeared that Ethan was winning. Charlie was getting the heck beat out of him. Ethan was too strong. There was nothing that Charlie could do, unless… He had to get that knife!
It took Charlie what seemed hours to even touch the knife. He was faint with exhaustion and could feel blood running down his face; however, he felt no pain. Claire was all that was on his mind. He had to save Claire.
Time after time he would grab at the knife, but it all seemed useless. Finally, he succeed in grabbing the handle of the knife and yanked it away from Ethan's death grip. Then he plunged it into what was hopefully Ethan. There was a blow to his head then everything went dark.
Pain. It was all he felt until her remembered Claire. He practically forced his eyes open. Claire was looking at him in deep concern.
"Claire…" Charlie whispered hoarsely.
"Shhh." Claire said.
"Claire, I… I love you."
"I love you too."
"You've got to get out of here! Run…Run as fast as you can."
"I don't think I will make it too far." She said looking down at her oversized belly.
"You…You have to try."
With that Ethan rushed back into the camp.
"So Mr. Hot Stuff's awake now." He said looking down at Charlie. "You got me pretty good boy, but I will live. Too bad you won't."
He grabbed Charlie by his arm and yanked him to his feet. Charlie could not object; he was too weak. Ethan sat him down and slipped something over his head. It was a noose.
The last thing Charlie remembered hearing was Claire screaming.
Charlie looked down as his face turned red. "Anyone else would have done the same thing."
"But it wasn't anyone else, Charlie. It was you and I am very glad it was. Do you remember what you said?"
"When he tried to… um?" Charlie said rubbing his throat.
"I told you that I loved you." Charlie said wondering where this would lead.
"Did you mean it?"
Charlie looked deep into her eyes. "Yah, I did."
Tears brimmed Claire's eyes. "When he put that rope around your neck…" She broke out into sobs. "I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again."
Charlie welcomed Claire as she leaned in to cry on his shoulder.
"Claire." He said in his sexy accent lifting up her head by the chin. "It's all okay now. Everything is alright."
Then as they stared into each other's eyes it happened. If you guessed "it" would refer to kissing, you would be wrong. Claire's water broke.
To be continued…
This is all I have so far. I will finish it asap.