rec50 | Altar Boys Have The Best Drugs, Asking the Wrong Questions

Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 03 - Angst
Title: Altar Boys Have the Best Drugs
Author:

cccardiology
Rating: R, for drug use
Length: Short
Brief summary: A character study of Charlie and his dependency on heroin; set post-Fire + Water, and wonderfully dark and real. The characterization of Charlie is dead on and it's a heartbreaking look at the nature and self-delusion of addiction.

Then it stopped being enough that they were just there.
He had to see them.
He had to touch them.
And so he holed himself up with them. And feeling it's reassuring weight in his palms and running his calloused fingers over her ceramic cheeks was enough. He didn't need them, he just needed to touch them and know that they were there if he needed them.
And if Eko watched him a little more carefully than he did the others, it didn't matter. Because he could touch them and they were there if he needed them.
When Jack dismissed him, it was ok. Because he could hold them and their weight reassured him. They were there if he needed them, but he didn't need them.
And then it was't enough just to hold it and mold his palms to the ridges of the ceramic. It wasn't enough to know what was was inside, he had to see what was inside. Just to make sure that it was really there.
There if he needed it.
But he didn't need it.

Link: Altar Boys Have The Best Drugs

Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 24 – Future Fic
Title: Asking the Wrong Questions
Author:

trollprincess
Rating: Unrated, but not more than PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Unabashed fluff: set twelve years after rescue from the Island (fifteen years since the crash) and told through Claire's son's eyes, a sweetly romantic look at how Charlie and Claire might end up. Just terribly adorable, and the unusual viewpoint is definitely a plus. Written before Exodus aired and named Aaron.

Tell people you practically live on a tour bus, and all people want to ask you about is what it was like being born on a desert island.

You usually don't answer, because "I was three when we got rescued, dumbass" isn't exactly polite and there's only so much bullshit Mom will let you get away with before she butts in and corrects you. You can't tell people you and Dad hunted boars in loincloths with knives between your teeth, because Mr. Locke did most if not all of the hunting and mentioning Dad in a loincloth will probably drive the fangirls into a frenzy, even at Dad's age.

Not that it wouldn't be fun to watch, of course. Mom always gets a kick out of it, in any event. You're pretty sure it's the flash of stark raving terror that flickers in his eyes when the girls fawn all over him and the looks he darts in Mom's direction that amuse the hell out of her.

Link: Asking the Wrong Questions