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lost100. So, I rewrote it. Now with more gut-wrenchingness! *evil grin*
Title: Crying, Waiting, Hoping
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:lost100's "Beatles song title" challenge.
Notes: The song is "Crying, Waiting, Hoping," from "Live at BBC-A." Claire goes into labor. Not based on any spoilers, since I'm spoiler-free, just my own speculation.
Claire's hand went to her bulging belly, and she gasped. "Charlie? I think I'm in labor."
Crying, waiting, hoping, I sat outside while Jack and Kate tended her. Chewing my fingers, twitching whenever someone came out. Questioning looks answered with frowns and thin lips. Her agonized screams tearing through my soul. Hurley a solid, comforting rock.
Finally, a tiny mewl -- not repeated. "Charlie!" Kate, frantically. Skidding to my knees beside the blood-soaked pallet, taking Claire's cold, still hand. A final smile from her, a little sigh, and Jack's weary voice shattering my world. "I'm sorry, Charlie. I did my best."
I think this came out a little better...
lost100. So, I rewrote it. Now with more gut-wrenchingness! *evil grin*Title: Crying, Waiting, Hoping
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
lost100's "Beatles song title" challenge.Notes: The song is "Crying, Waiting, Hoping," from "Live at BBC-A." Claire goes into labor. Not based on any spoilers, since I'm spoiler-free, just my own speculation.
Claire's hand went to her bulging belly, and she gasped. "Charlie? I think I'm in labor."
Crying, waiting, hoping, I sat outside while Jack and Kate tended her. Chewing my fingers, twitching whenever someone came out. Questioning looks answered with frowns and thin lips. Her agonized screams tearing through my soul. Hurley a solid, comforting rock.
Finally, a tiny mewl -- not repeated. "Charlie!" Kate, frantically. Skidding to my knees beside the blood-soaked pallet, taking Claire's cold, still hand. A final smile from her, a little sigh, and Jack's weary voice shattering my world. "I'm sorry, Charlie. I did my best."
I think this came out a little better...
