#lostfiction

Summary: Desmond has been getting these visions about Charlie dying and has been trying to prevent them from happening in real life. Y/N feels like Charlie should know the truth, since he is getting more and more confused everyday.

Warnings: Mentions of drowning

Word count: 908

It's been 68 days on this damned island with no chance of rescue in sight. Even though the majority of our people are starting to accept their faith and are getting used to the living conditions on this island, I still can't seem to tackle this dreadful feeling of homesickness. I can understand why a lot of the people here would rather not return to their past lives; almost all of them used to have it way worse than they have it now. But the problem is that I didn't.

I was at the highlight of my life; I just moved into my new home in Los Angeles and I got to spend a few weeks with my family in Australia. This all changed when I got on flight 815 from Sydney back to my new home in LA. Now we're stuck here, in the middle of nowhere.

The only good thing that has crossed my path on this island since I ended up here is Desmond Hume. At first when we met him in the hatch, I didn't think much of him. I didn't really get the chance to get to know him, because he ran off trying to flee from pushing that button. Ironically, he returned to the island on accident while sailing. Now, Desmond has been here for quite a while and we both started to take a liking to eachother, which ended up in us getting in a relationship. He's the only thing that keeps me going right now.

For some strange reason though, Desmond told me he has been having these strange visions of situations that haven't happened yet. They're mostly about Charlie dying. Desmond had tried to save Charlie's life one time and luckily he succeeded. He hasn't told anyone about these visions except me. I had told him to try and think about what could have possibly caused them, so he's been digging into his memories for the entire day now.

At the moment, I'm strolling along the beach, getting my daily dose of alone time. Being around so many different people who barely get along with eachother can be terribly exhausting. That is why the sea is my go to place to instantly calm down and get back to my senses.

I close my eyes and focus on the sound of the waves and the wind. For the first time in what feels like ages, I almost forget about the huge mess we're in right now.

"How did you know she was drowning?"

"Im tellin' ya brother, I saw her body floating in the water!"

"You're lyin', we would have seen her too! I'm not going to ask you again Desmond!"

Instantly recognizing the two male voices, I sprint my way over to the loud yelling noises.

"Charlie, there's no need to get so worked up. You should be glad I–"

"Hey, hey, hey! What is going on here, what's all the fuss about?" I interrupt Desmond.

"Ah, Y/N, please tell skeptical Charlie here that he's overreacting about the whole Claire accident!" Desmond begs.

"Are you toddlers still arguing about that? Claire almost drowned yesterday, but she is alive and well, all because of Desmond. Charlie, I really don't understand your frustration. Why aren't you just a little bit thankful or at least relieved?" I ask.

"Because it was obvious that he knew it was going to happen! How else would he be so quick to save her, hm?" Charlie asks me.

"It's impossible to look into the future Charlie, come on, just let Desmond be." I lie, knowing damn well that Desmond is able to look into the future.

"Of course you're picking his side! The little love duo against weak, little Charlie! I'm done with this. Cheers." Charlie yells as he turns around on his heel and walks off.

"I'm not picking anyone's side here Charlie, I'm just stating the–"

"Just let him throw his little tantrum, love. He'll come round soon. Thank you for sticking up for me without telling him the truth." Desmond says to me while gently grabbing me by my waist to look into my eyes.

"Of course darling, but you really can't keep going on like this. You'll have to save Charlie's life many more times."

Already understanding what I'm getting to, Desmond frowns and lets out a big sigh.

"He deserves the right to know about your visions. It's not fair to him. He looks so incredibly confused." I explain.

"I suppose you're right. I'll get to it once I see him again–"

"No Desmond, you go find him right now. You will not be able to get out of this one." I interrupt.

Desmond gives me a harsh but still slightly playful glare.

"Do I have to tell him now, love? Can't I just wait for the right moment until he's at least cooled down?" he begs, activating his puppy-eyes.

"Now is the right moment, Des! And by the way, I don't think Charlie is gonna calm down from this conflict anytime soon."

Desmond tries to object once again, but I react quickly, "I'll see you in about an hour in the hatch, assuming an hour is enough time to make Charlie believe your explanation, and you're going to tell me how it went. Bye, bye now darling."