A fresh start (Claire & Open)

[LIAM SCOTT]

Liam looked down at Maddie who was asleep in a make shift crib. He was still wrapping his mind around the crash…. How his daughter managed to only get a small scrape above her eye. He had not been so lucky, his left arm was badly cut up making it difficult to pick his daughter up sometimes but he managed. Above his right eye a small gash which had already started to heal. Parts of his body were still sore but other then that he was fine. At least he was alive unlike some of the other people who had been on the plane. Not everyone had survived the crash… as long as he and his daughter had survived that was all that counted.

He ran his left hand through his messy blond hair, he winced slightly, his arm was acting up. He had it wrapped with clean cloth to the best of his ability. He didn’t really want to ask the others for help he didn’t need their help. Rescue would find them soon he didn’t need to make friends with these people on the island.

He glanced down at his shirt, a gray form-fitting shirt. He had washed it or at least rinsed it yesterday. His shirt had been covered in blood… he couldn’t stay in it. As of now he hadn’t found any of his luggage so he and Maddie were stuck with what they had. Liam already had to make a diaper out of an old shirt. Gently Liam rubbed his hand on his jeans, so much sand… living on the beach left sand everywhere on his body… on his cloths… on Maddie… the sand was everywhere and he was getting tiered of it.

His eyes darted across the beach, he could see the other survivors all doing their things… he hadn’t really talked to anyone… he knew he was going to have to sooner or later, but of course one of them could make the effort to come talk to him why did he have to make all the effort.

“Your mother would have loved it here” Liam mumbled to his sleeping daughter, If he hadn’t been trapped here this island would actually be very beautiful. Cassi had always loved the beach the outdoors…. And now Liam was stuck on an island but without the woman he loved… he would never be able to be on a beach with her again. The pain in his heart was almost too much to bear… the only thing keeping Liam sane was Maddie. He couldn’t let himself go to much… he couldn’t let what happened to Cassi ruin Maddie’s life. Well yes the child was being brought up without her mother but that only meant that Liam would have to love Maddie twice as much to be her mother and her father all rolled into one person.

His thoughts where cut short by the sound of a baby’s cry… she had woken up. He reached down and picked up the fussy girl… apparently she hadn’t woken up in a good mood. This meant Liam wasn’t going to be in the best of moods later today.

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[CLAIRE BRYANTS]

Claire loved the rainy weather on the island. It was amazing and cooled her body off. However, add that to the sound of screaming, disoriented people running around, and people begging her for dry clothes to her already miserable migraine, and she just wanted to stab someone with a pencil. Too bad she didn't have one of those. She eyeballed the hunting knife a few feet away and was tempted to use it on the hysterical blonde woman trying to get out of the rain so her dye job wouldn't get messed up. Claire hated those types of women, but she couldn't kill any of these people. That would do nothing for her except give her slight satisfaction and peace until the rest of them beat her with sticks. So she refrained...from physically hurting her, anyway.

"It's already ruined! Get a life! And a better dye job!" she yelled in annoyance as she moaned and stood up, brushing sand off her jeans and picking up her carry-on bag, slinging it onto her good shoulder and taking a deep breath before spinning on her heel and half limping away from the havoc on the beach. She didn't need this. She just wanted to be alone for while. She saw people staring at her like she was nuts out of the corner of her eye, but right now she was in too much pain to care at that moment in time.

Turning, she headed in the direction down the beach, trying to hum to herself to calm herself down. This morning, she had struggled herself into her other jeans and her red and black layered camisoles and leather jacket with her black Converse's, and she was grateful she had such a big carry-on to fit at least four outfits in. Of course, ever since they crashed, everyone's been asking for her help around the different groups for firewood or food and all the other things needed for survival. And Claire had been a great help, never speaking to anyone but always keeping up her share of the work so that she could have relaxation time like now to be alone.

She had been in that damn area surrounded by dead bodies, where the tail end of the plane had been. She wasn't supposed to survive, but somehow she did. And she was pissed off. Why was she allowed to survive when so many other people didn't? It was a thought that had plagued her every second since she woke up. After she had already had the lives of her family taken away from her, why was she allowed to live through something like this, when so many innocent men and women had their lives taken away so quickly? Why did she have to see more pain and death around her?

Pushing those angry thoughts from her head, Claire kept walking towards a secluded area of the beach and, with an immense sigh of relief, gazed upon a large palm tree offering enough shelter from the rain for her to be satisfied. However, the sound of a baby crying crankily caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a handsome man a few years older than herself picking up the little girl. With a soft smile, she watched him for a moment before remembering what she had found and placed in her bag in case someone asked her for them. Babies made her melt like the Wicked Witch of the West with water, and she loved it. That was one of the thiings in the world that could always make her smile no matter how much pain she was feeling at the time.

"Uhm, excuse me? I don't mean to interrupt..." she began gently, keeping her voice low as to not disturb the baby or startle the man as she took a few steps forward. Her face was kind and curious as she stopped in front of him and began reaching into her bag. "I found these in the wreckage earlier. I don't know if they are yours, but I'm guessing so..." she pulled out the torn bag of diapers, and some of them were missing, but half of the bag still remained. She handed them over, was about to turn to walk away, but her eyes focused on the adorable crying face in his arms, and she stopped again.

"Aww, poor girl must've just woken up, huh? That's the cranky cry. Just rock her a bit and make the shushing sound. Reminds her of the womb. And if you can sing, I'd suggest a lullaby or two...that's what I used to do for the children I used to watch...and they went right to sleep...music works like a charm..." With a shrug, she looked back up at the man. Seeing that innocent little girl made her day ten times better and brighter, and she also pulled out something to keep the baby safe, warm, and dry, and the brunette handed it over to him as well.

[LIAM SCOTT]

I had been eight months since Cassi had died… it seemed much longer then that. Everyday at home he expected her to walk through the door… even here he expected her to come walking out of the jungle or come up behind him saying something like ‘tricked ya’ she would give one of her angelic laughs ‘I would never leave you’ she would say. This wasn’t the first time he imagined thing… back home it was even worse. There were constant reminders of Cassi… eight months later and he hadn’t even cleaned out her drawers yet… he wouldn’t even sleep in their bedroom. It was exactly how she left it. She was always a mess or at lest their bedroom had been. That’s why it was to hard for him to go clean the room… her stuff was everywhere. Everyone kept saying it would get better with time but the truth is he just kept feeling worse.

Maddie crankily pushed on her father’s shoulder making a whining sound, she wanted to be put down but as soon as she was placed down she cried and wanted to be picked up. “Maddie” Liam said out loud… sometimes he just didn’t understand this girl. After Cassi’s death he had hired a nanny but he had decided to take this trip by himself. Yes he knew how to raise his daughter but it was much more difficult to raise a little girl by yourself while you were still in a minor depression.

Liam once again picked up the little girl once again; she calmed down a little but not much, adding to the stress of being on the island he had to take care of a little baby. He loved Maddie as much as anyone could love someone but still so much stress in having this child in the state of mind he was in right now.

"Uhm, excuse me? I don't mean to interrupt..." Liam heard a young woman’s voice and turned around, a pretty dark haired women stood behind him. He watched as she walked closer holding out luggage with diapers in it. It was defiantly his luggage he watched as her lips started to move again her voice soon followed "I found these in the wreckage earlier. I don't know if they are yours, but I'm guessing so..." his eyes went back to the luggage then back to the woman.

“Uhh” he paused “Uh yeah that’s mine… ours” he corrected himself, now he would be able to change Maddie into at least a couple of different cloths. He shifted Maddie to his side and reached out taking the bag from the young woman he gave a slight thankful smile to be polite “Thanks”

He turned to put the bag down in the process Maddie got upset over something again and started to cry. He sighed he had thought he fixed the problem with Maddie but by the sound of her cries he guessed he didn’t.

"Aww, poor girl must've just woken up, huh? That's the cranky cry. Just rock her a bit and make the shushing sound. Reminds her of the womb. And if you can sing, I'd suggest a lullaby or two...that's what I used to do for the children I used to watch...and they went right to sleep...music works like a charm..." Liam raised an eyebrow as the woman spoke. “Uh yeah I know” he hated being told what to do and how to do it but she was just trying to be friendly… he shouldn’t be to snappish right now.

“ I don’t really sing so she’ll have to go without a lullaby” he said as he once again felt Maddie squirm in his arm, he had to make sure to hold her with his non hurt arm for two reasons. One it hurt like hell and two he had tried to hold her with his hurt arm but the wound would reopen what was trying to heal and it would bleed again. So he figured if he left the arm alone for a while let it heal longer then it would be back to normal.

He placed Maddie on the ground again, she wobbly stood pulling herself up on her father’s leg but the unstable sand below her feet had her once again on her little bum.

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