A drabble and a plea for fic help
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ficinabottleDrabble: The Innocent
Author: Jen
Pairing: Claire/Charlie (sort of)
Rating: PG-13 for grave subject matter
*Warning*: This drabble is about the death of a child (not Claire's). Please do not read if the thought bothers you. Although not descriptive at all, I realize this could easily disturb some people, and would much rather put up the warning than upset folks.
Summary: Claire comes upon a tragic relic in the jungle
Feedback: Would love it
A/N: This has to be the single saddest thing I have ever written. I don't know what came over me, but the thought just wouldn't leave me.
A/N 2- The fic plea : ) : I need some serious help on my ongoing Charlie/Hurley, Sawyer/Sayid fic series. Not a beta precisely, just more someone who could badger me into getting back on the right track with the silly thing. I've written enough to know when I'm veering dangerously off the path of sanity. Actually, I fear I've already lost the trail and am deep into the jungle of crazy. *g* At this very moment, I have Hurley doing cross-stitch. 'Nough said. *g* Anyone who would be willing to beat me over the head with a large stick would be loved for life. : ) Thanks so much! -Jen
Charlie tried to hide it, but she saw anyway. So out of place, so simple in it's horror. A diaper bag among the leaves, thrown from the plane as it broke apart.
Bottles, binkys; things that belonged in a safe, warm nursery singed and strewn over the jungle floor like refuse. Little sleepers in shades of blue, each labeled lovingly.
His name was Josh. He would never throw a baseball or catch a firefly. Would never see his first birthday party. Claire wept bitterly in Charlie's arms, then made a vow. Her baby would live.
For the little boy who'd never had the chance.
End.
Author: Jen
Pairing: Claire/Charlie (sort of)
Rating: PG-13 for grave subject matter
*Warning*: This drabble is about the death of a child (not Claire's). Please do not read if the thought bothers you. Although not descriptive at all, I realize this could easily disturb some people, and would much rather put up the warning than upset folks.
Summary: Claire comes upon a tragic relic in the jungle
Feedback: Would love it
A/N: This has to be the single saddest thing I have ever written. I don't know what came over me, but the thought just wouldn't leave me.
A/N 2- The fic plea : ) : I need some serious help on my ongoing Charlie/Hurley, Sawyer/Sayid fic series. Not a beta precisely, just more someone who could badger me into getting back on the right track with the silly thing. I've written enough to know when I'm veering dangerously off the path of sanity. Actually, I fear I've already lost the trail and am deep into the jungle of crazy. *g* At this very moment, I have Hurley doing cross-stitch. 'Nough said. *g* Anyone who would be willing to beat me over the head with a large stick would be loved for life. : ) Thanks so much! -Jen
Charlie tried to hide it, but she saw anyway. So out of place, so simple in it's horror. A diaper bag among the leaves, thrown from the plane as it broke apart.
Bottles, binkys; things that belonged in a safe, warm nursery singed and strewn over the jungle floor like refuse. Little sleepers in shades of blue, each labeled lovingly.
His name was Josh. He would never throw a baseball or catch a firefly. Would never see his first birthday party. Claire wept bitterly in Charlie's arms, then made a vow. Her baby would live.
For the little boy who'd never had the chance.
End.
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Date: 2004-12-02 08:38 pm (UTC)Wow. Incredibly sad. And...perfect. The image of Charlie trying to protect her and then holding her as she cries is probably the most beautiful, tender scene I can imagine. Just...wow. I'm going to add this to my memories.
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Date: 2004-12-03 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 10:53 am (UTC)Well, I have no large stick for beating people with, but I love your Hurley and Charlie stories so much, please let me know if I can do anything to help, even if it's just encouraging you! (And cross-stitching is dangerously addictive! More so than heroin! Well... I haven't actually tried the latter, but I can vouch for the former! Hurley must be saved!)
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Date: 2004-12-03 11:02 am (UTC)Oh boy, if you'd even be willing to cyber-yell at me, to help with the other fic, I would be so very grateful! *g* I am so damned stuck on the silly thing right now, I despair of ever getting through the next part! And yes, cross-stitch is horridly addictive, I know from experience, too. Hurley cannot be allowed to go down that path! *g*
I really appreciate your offer of help- would it be alright if I emailed you privately or something? I doubt the group wants to listen to my nonsensical ramblings, and besides, it would just show everyone how truly insane I am, and then *no one* would read my fics anymore! *g* Thanks so much for replying, you're a dear! : ) -Jen
Please feel free!
Date: 2004-12-03 11:06 am (UTC)And I'm sure sanity has no effect on how wonderful a story is! (Actually, I think lack of sanity can greatly improve most things!)
Re: Please feel free!
Date: 2004-12-03 11:36 am (UTC)Re: Please feel free!
Date: 2004-12-03 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Please feel free!
Date: 2004-12-03 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 04:09 pm (UTC)btw, how's that Ryan/Sawyer comin? ;-)
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Date: 2004-12-03 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 04:24 pm (UTC)Oh, and I forgot to answer your Ryan/Sawyer question in my other reply- I'm afraid I haven't gotten much of anywhere with that, my Ryan muse seems to have completely flown the coop. : ( Sawyer's still goin' strong, though, the bad boy. *g*