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Lost - Shattered Glass and Broken Trust

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Disclaimer: I do not own, or pretend to own, and characters, places, etc. It is all property of JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof, Touchstone, ABC, and so on and so forth.


Word Count: 450


Shattered Glass and Broken Trust


The small statue was right there, sitting in front of him, within arm’s reach. He knew he could crack it open and greedily take the prize inside of it, and he found that in the recesses of his mind, he wanted to. Despite the fact that he had worked so hard, so effortlessly, to free himself from the need to use the drug, he couldn’t resist the power that it still held over him, even after what he had gone through. He thought nothing of the last month: surely it was only a figment of his imagination that he had gone so long without giving in to his needs.


But as he thought back to the brief moment with Claire, he realized his addiction was no joke. If in just a brief moment the longing could overpower him with such ease, what kind of man was he? Was that the reason Claire got so angry at him?


Charlie picked up the rock nearest where he sat and threw it lazily at the miniature version of the Virgin Mary. The stone skimmed right past the side of her head, clipping part of the white painted plaster off the veil. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration at not being able to hit his target, but his feelings were quickly discarded as a female’s voice brought him back to reality.




The Australian accent was anything but foreign to him. He spun around to catch sight of a petite woman in an oversized black shirt, her dark shorts just visible.


“Yeah?†he asked, the eager need to please glowing through his words.


Claire paused for a moment, not wanting to ruin the civil moment between them. She looked around, trying to find something else she could do to avoid confronting him about his addiction. A display of anger, confusion, and hurt crossed her face when she saw the figurine.


“John is looking for you,†she said with sudden scorn. “He says that it’s important.â€


“Locke?†Charlie reiterated, perplexity crossing his face. “Did he say why?â€


But Claire had already turned and walked away, unwilling to look at the man she had once trusted, who had recently lied to her, breaking all bonds of trust between them. He twirled back to the statue, staring straight into the black eyes that should have been offering comfort, yet were only bringing pain.


Without letting himself think for a moment, he grabbed another rock off the ground, whipping it at the woman’s form. The glass pieces shattered, bathing the ground with shards of multi-colored glass. The small bags of heroin flooded out, all unharmed. Charlie leaned forwards and grabbed one, pocketing it, longing for sweet relief once again.

Edited by Hobbits01

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bloody brillant! luved it! You did a great job of describing the emotions of Charlie, exactly how he would think too! I also like how you added Claire into the fic too! job well done! :lol:

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