Title: Survivor's Guilt
Rating: PG
Summary: She can’t hate him because he was there when it happened. She can’t hate him because he couldn’t save Charlie. She can’t even hate him because he’s there to hate.Disclaimer: I do not own
Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Set post-'Through the Looking Glass'
She can’t hate him. She tries, but she can’t.
She can’t hate him because he was there when it happened. She can’t hate him because he couldn’t save Charlie. She can’t even hate him because he’s there to hate.
She can’t hate him because she sees the way she feels reflected in his eyes. He looks hollowed out and empty. He looks devastated and broken. He looks the way that she feels, the way she’s sure she looks to everyone else, but especially to him.
Charlie’s death binds them together, the pain so intense that they can only take comfort in each other because they are the only ones that can understand.
Desmond had been there when it had happened, watched as Charlie had accepted his fate, as he faded away. Claire had been the one left behind, waiting for a man that she loved, a man that would never return.
She
wants to hate him for being the one that Charlie had taken with him, the man that had harbored his secrets, the man that had
been there to say goodbye. She wants to hate him for things that aren’t his fault so that she can have someone to direct all of her anger, and her pain, toward.
She
wants to hate him, but the way that he finds her in the night, sitting on the edge of the ocean, crying as the waves crash in, the way he pulls her into his arms and rocks her back and forth – the way that Charlie had done for her child – dulls her anger, sends it away, never to return.
She doesn’t hate Desmond. She needs him; to help her through, to pick her up, to remember Charlie with her.