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by Avery (averita)
at December 25th, 2006 (09:29 pm)

For: chicafrom3
From: averita

Request: AU, sans character deaths. Hurley/Libby, with Hurley getting advice from Charlie, Desmond, Michael, Sawyer, and a bewildered Jin, and Libby girl-talking the relationship with Claire, Sun, Shannon, Kate, and Ana. Rose and Bernard also weigh in. Nikki and Paulo may be added in, but are optional.

Title: Matchmaking
Rated: PG13
Ships: Hurley/Libby, with some Charlie/Claire and Kate/Sawyer

Authors Notes: Sorry about the title - I'm not very creative when it comes to that. I hope that this is something like you had in mind! There's not very much of Desmond, Michael, or Jin, I'm afraid - I tried to incorporate them but it didn't work all that well.

It all started, Libby supposed, with Charlie and Claire. The two had gotten over their differences and become almost sickening to watch, but cute in a way that had Libby surprisingly jealous, considering that she barely knew them. She remembered having that with her husband, a long time ago, though she tried not to think about that. It still hurt sometimes.

Charlie had moved in with Claire and Aaron not long after Sawyer and Kate had returned from wherever they had been (everyone seemed to have different stories). Since then they had been inseparable, for the most part. One day around mid December, however, Hurley managed to drag Charlie off for some activity that neither Claire nor Libby wanted to know anything about.

“Aaron, calm down, sweetheart,” Claire pleaded as the two walked down the beach, away from their counterparts. The baby had started crying the moment Charlie was out of sight, which Libby found cute in an odd way, but probably very irritating for Claire if this happened all the time. “I’m sorry,” the Australian apologized sheepishly, shifting the baby to her other arm and bouncing him up and down slightly. “He’s just used to having Charlie around, I guess.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Libby assured her. “If you want, I’ll hold him for a minute and give you a chance to breathe.”

“That would be great,” Claire said thankfully, handing the warm kicking bundle over to her. Libby carefully positioned him and started to rock him gently.

“Hey, there,” she whispered. “Come on, give your mom a break. She’s got a lot on her mind. Charlie will be back soon.” She’d always loved babies – babysitting had been her favorite way to earn money as a teen, and had always meant to have children, just never quite got around to it.

“You’re good with him,” Claire remarked. “Do you have a family back home?” This was the type of question that had become uncomfortably familiar.

“No,” Libby said quietly, still rocking the baby as his cries died down slightly. “I was married, years ago, but my husband died. I’d’ve liked to, though.”

Claire nodded thoughtfully but didn’t push. “What about Hurley?” she asked instead, a teasing smile finding it’s way to her face. “You two seem awfully close. Is there anything there?”

Libby laughed, a little surprised that this woman she barely knew would be so bold, but not offended. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly, even more surprised by how open she herself was being. Trust wasn’t really her thing, but it was hard to imagine this sunny young mother being anything but genuine. “I mean, he’s sweet, but I’m not sure if this is the time or place, or even where he is. I’m just getting to know him right now.”

“That makes sense,” Claire nodded. “That was kind of how it was for me and Charlie at first. He was really sweet, and helped me a lot before I had the baby, not to mention after. It still seems strange sometimes, though. I mean, we’re on the island from hell, and have to worry about survival and the normal things like food and water, not to mention polar bears and kidnappers and crazy French women. How does love fit in there, right?” She grinned ruefully, and tickled the now quiet Aaron.

“Exactly,” Libby agreed. “But I don’t think -” She cut herself off as she caught sight of Shannon approaching.

“Hey,” she greeted, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “What’s up?”

Claire shrugged. “Nothing, really. The boys went off to do…something, so we’re just talking.” She sat down in the sand and motioned for the other two to join her.

“Oh? The boys abandoned you?” Shannon teased. “They’re probably off comparing notes. You know how those two are.” Libby blushed deeply, settling Aaron into her lap.

“Hurley and I aren’t together,” she protested, despite the wicked grins on the faces of the other two. “He’s sweet, but we’re just friends right now.”

“Sure, right now,” Shannon laughed. “We’ll see how long that lasts. Oh, God, Charlie’s probably giving Hurley advice on how to impress you! Take it from me, if he starts singing, run. We do not need two wannabe rock stars on this island.” Claire swatted her, but she was grinning too.

“Here’s what you need to do,” Shannon continued. “If you like him – you like him, right?” she questioned. Libby hesitated but nodded, blushing further, though neither Shannon nor Claire seemed at all surprised. “Right. You just need to make it very clear to him. Guys are idiots, especially those two. You’re going to have to literally hammer it into his head. Give him signs he can’t miss.”

“Like what?” came a new voice. Libby sighed, resigning herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do at this point. She didn’t even look up as Kate and Sun sat down in the sand by them. “Who are we talking about?”

“Libby and Hurley,” Claire informed them. “We’re playing matchmaker.”

“Matchmaker?” Sun asked, looking surprised, as Kate grinned. “But I thought that you were already together?”

“No,” Libby muttered, a hint of a grin on her face as she clutched Aaron like a shield. “We’re just friends. I made the mistake of telling these two that there’s potential for more.”

“That’s right!” Shannon exclaimed gleefully. “Oh, I haven’t done this in forever. It’s like a slumber party, except not fourth grade.”

Libby, in trying to avoid looking at the others, caught sight of Ana Lucia watching them from further down the beach. Sighing, she pointed this out to the other. “Believe me, I don’t want more people involved in this, but I don’t want to leave her out.”

The other four girls exchanged glances, before Claire hesitantly agreed to go get her. Libby watched their exchange from where she was sitting – Ana looked surprised but pleased at being invited. She joined the circle as Claire resettled herself.

“So, Hurley and Libby, then?” Ana asked after a long, awkward moment. Shannon nodded, and began speaking brightly as though to make up for it.

“Yeah. Now, Libby, here’s what we’re going to do…”


Meanwhile, about half a mile inland, Hurley and Charlie were plotting. Having much less experience in this type of thing than some people (a.k.a. Shannon) did, their plotting wasn’t going as well as they had hoped.

“You can always sing her a song,” Charlie suggested for what must have been the tenth time. Hurley rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I already told you. That’s your thing. I’m gonna look like an idiot if I try. Plus, my singing voice is kinda rusty.”

Charlie sighed as well. “I don’t know! Can’t you just tell her that you like her?” Hurley shook his head quickly.

“Can you imagine going up to Claire and telling her ‘Hey, Claire? Yeah, I just wanted to let you know, I’m, like, in love with you.”

“Um, yes?”

“Not now, man. Before. Like, before she had Aaron, and before the whole…drug thing.”

“Oh! Oh, no. No. Um, we’ll think of something else.”


They continued along those lines for nearly an hour, occasional suggestions being nixed by an increasingly irritated Hurley. Finally, after suggesting making a sex swing and being told to go to hell, Charlie decided he’d had enough.

“We’re not getting anywhere here,” he pronounced. “We need help.”

“Uh, you think?” Hurley asked sarcastically. “Dude, you’re kinda slow today.”

“Ha Ha. Look. Who on this bloody island knows something about girls?” Hurley gave Charlie a horrified look.

“Dude, please do not be talking about Sawyer, because, no. Just no.”

Charlie sighed, exasperated. “We’re not getting anywhere! Look, that guy landed Kate. You know, Miss Independent? Jungle Girl? Yeah. I don’t even want to think about how many he had before we crashed! If anyone can help, he can.”

“Yeah, he could help, but do you think that he will? And not tell, like, everyone on this island?”

Charlie shook his head, annoyed. “I don’t know! Shouldn’t we at least try? I mean, who else is there? Jin?”

“He’s married! He’d be better than Sawyer!”

“He doesn’t speak English!”

“Whatever. What about Michael, or Desmond? Or, you know, not Sawyer?”

“Fine. We’ll find Michael and Desmond.” So they set off.

Michael was first. His advice was better than Charlie’s, Hurley decided privately – that is, it didn’t involve singing or sewing. But there wasn’t very much of it beyond ‘maybe give her a flower?’

“Sorry, man,” Michael apologized as they began to leave. “I didn’t have much luck in that area. Good luck, though.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Hurley replied. “Hey, have you seen Desmond?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah. He’s drunk off his ass, again. I think he was looking for Locke. Something about boxes.” Charlie nodded.

“What do you know?” he quipped, sounding vaguely jealous – Claire and Desmond had found some sort of kinship, though he had been assured that it was just politeness and nothing romantic. Hurley just shook his head and dragged him away.

“Dude, what are we gonna do? This isn’t working!”

“Calm down, big guy,” Charlie reassured him, vaguely alarmed. “Look, we can always talk to -”

“I’m not talking to Sawyer about this!”

“Fine! We’ll find Jin.”

Jin’s advice was much better than the rest of what he’d heard, Hurley could tell. There was lots of it, and it had obviously worked – he was the only married man Hurley knew here besides Bernard. The only problem was it was in Korean, and no amount of miming from any of them could get across the point. They did leave with three freshly caught fish, though, so at least the trip wasn’t a complete waste.

As the sun began to set, Hurley had given up. Might as well go with the song, he thought dejectedly as Charlie wandered off to find Claire. She greeted him with a kiss, and Hurley kind of wanted to punch something.

He tried very hard to keep his eyes away from that tent sitting on the edge of the jungle, the biggest shelter that housed a conman and several stolen goods. Dude, you know that nothing good will come of it, he told himself repeatedly. Then he caught sight of Libby sitting with Shannon and Sun. The last rays of light got caught in her hair and Hurley decided to screw it.

“Uh, Sawyer?” he asked hesitantly, pushing open the tarp that served as a door to the tent. “Hey. Uh, I need your help with something.”

“And what would that be, Dough Boy?” Sawyer asked, looking up from the book he was reading. “More importantly, why should I help you?”

“’Cuz I’m asking nice?” Hurley questioned, hoping it would do. “Look, man, I need some advice, and you’re kind of my last resort.”

“Well, that sure makes me feel right special,” Sawyer smirked. “Shoot.”

Surprised at how easily he was giving in, Hurley didn’t question it. “Uh, well, the thing is…there’s this chick. Libby. From the tail section. And I kind of…like her, and stuff. But I don’t know how to tell her, you know. Or if I should. Or not. And you kinda…know stuff like that, I think. I mean, you know how to get girls. So I was hoping you could…help me.” He was bright red by the time he was done.

Sawyer was silent for a long moment, before breaking into a loud laugh. “Well, what do you know. Gone for a couple of weeks and the mamacita’s got herself a baby daddy, and you got yourself all hot and bothered over a shrink.”

“Look, dude, are you gonna help me or not?” Hurley asked, unwilling to stand for this unless he absolutely had to. “’Cuz, you know…I have stuff to do.”

Sawyer looked thoughtful. “Tell you what,” he replied slowly. “I’ll help you. For free, too. You just gotta do one thing for me.”

“That’s not exactly for free,” Hurley muttered, but nodded. “What?”

“Just…mention this to Freckles. How I helped you and all.” Hurley tried not to smile as the slightest hint of a flush reached Sawyer’s face.

“Whatever, dude. Just tell me what to do.”


Libby felt herself being shaken awake and groaned, trying to go back to sleep. “Libby,” a voice hissed. “Wake up. Come on, it’s time to get started.”

“What time is it?” she muttered. An exasperated sigh and a giggle met her.

“Time to get UP!” Shannon answered quietly, emphasizing the last word as she yanked on Libby’s arm. Libby gave a sharp yelp and sat up.

“Fine! Shannon, what are you doing?”

“Come on. We’re going to my tent.”


Hurley woke up around 8:30, the same time he usually woke up these days. Most people slept a little later, but he had gotten accustomed to helping Rose in the makeshift kitchen. The older woman had become a good, if not somewhat strange, friend of his.

“Morning, baby,” she greeted him as he shuffled over to the food area. “You hungry?”

“Nah, maybe later,” he replied, grabbing a couple of apples and one of John’s knives. He began to cut it into smaller pieces, his mind wandering vaguely. When it was sufficiently mutilated he moved onto another, and then a mango. Several diced fruits later, they were shoved into a handmade bowl to serve as breakfast for whoever got there in time.

“You okay?” Rose asked, sensing his discomfort. Hurley nodded quickly.

“Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”


“Ow,” Libby complained as Claire dragged a comb through her hair.


“Libby, stop talking!” Shannon ordered, brandishing her makeup brush. “I’m not done yet.”


“This nail polish looks nice on you, Libby,” Sun told her.

“Thanks. I think it’s Shannon’s.”

“Yeah. You can borrow it if you want, I’m getting sick of it anyway.”

“Me too.”

“Shut up, Libby.”



By ten, nearly everyone had risen and were busy doing whatever jobs they had assigned themselves, from chopping wood (Sayid) to fishing (Jin) to reading (Sawyer). Missing, however, were Kate, Ana, Shannon, Claire, Sun, and Libby. Hurley had practically attacked Charlie the moment that he left his tent, but all he had gotten was a frustratingly vague shrug and something about lipstick and nail polish.

“Dude, I need to find Libby! I’m freaking out already, is she trying to torture me?”

“I don’t know, Hurley,” Charlie placated him. “Girls tend to do that without even realizing it. One time Claire decided to – Hurley?”

Hurley’s gaze had drifted past Charlie to Shannon’s tent, which had opened to release the girls. Libby left last, looking unsure and absolutely fucking amazing. Charlie snickered at the look on Hurley’s face – rapt attention and awe, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a bit of drool collecting in the corner of his mouth.

She was dressed in tight fitting, dark jeans that Hurley was sure didn’t belong to her (most of her pants were slightly baggier, and not quite as low cut), and a simple white halter top that stuck to her skin like glue. Simple white flip flops adorned her feet, and her toes had been carefully painted a sparkling pink. Her hair was in a high ponytail, glossy and a little bit damp, and her cheeks were flushed in a way that shouldn’t be allowed, in his opinion.


“Huh?” he sputtered, turning back to Charlie as Shannon poked Libby several feet away.

“Did you see the way he looked at you? I thought he was going to pass out!”

“Libby, you’ve got him. I’m worried about him, actually,” Kate teased. “Ana, this was a good idea.”

“Well, it was better than Shannon’s,” Ana smirked. “That really would have killed him.”


“Yo!” came a new voice, as Hurley approached, looking absolutely terrified. Charlie was standing further back, by Sawyer, who looked like he was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Uh, could I talk to Libby for a sec?” Hurley asked awkwardly, looking even more afraid as Shannon, Claire, Sun, Kate, and Ana burst into giggles and receded.

“Hi, Hurley,” Libby smiled, a little shyly. “Sorry about them, they’re – bonding.”

“Yeah,” Hurley muttered, clenching his fists and twisting his t-shirt. “Uh, Libby?”


“You used to be a shrink, right?”

The girls weren’t standing far enough away to miss that. Kate turned to Claire.


“What the hell is he doing?” Shannon asked Ana, looking shocked. “That’s not a pick up line!”

“Not where I’m from,” Ana agreed. Sun nodded emphatically.

“This does not look good.”

“Um, yes, I was a clinical psychiatrist,” Libby answered, the butterflies in her chest wilting slightly.

“Right. Cool,” Hurley said, still twisting his t-shirt. “See, I have a problem, and I was kinda hoping you could help with it.”

“Sure, I’ll try,” Libby replied, glancing over toward the group of girls, who were conversing in whispers. The guys, on the other side of them, were watching intently as well.


“What, Pippin?”

“Did Hurley go see you last night?”

“Matter of fact, he did. Somethin’ about the shrink.”

“Sawyer, what the hell did you tell him?!”

“So what is it, Hurley?” Libby asked, touching his shoulder gently. The dazed look in his eyes faded, and he shook his head.

“Right. So, there’s this girl. She’s really cool, and pretty, sweet, funny, all that stuff. But, I don’t know if she likes me.” Hurley said everything very quickly and under his breath, so no one but Libby could hear him.

“Can you hear what he’s saying?”

“No! Kate, get closer.”

“I can’t! Oh – oh, she’s smiling. Ana, she’s smiling, isn’t she?”

“Don’t ask me! But yeah.”

“So, this girl,” Libby began, the butterflies flapping wildly again. “She’s on this island?”

Hurley nodded. “Yeah. She’s here. She just got here a few weeks ago, though. Well, not to the island, but to our beach. She was on the other side for awhile.”

Libby smiled, biting her lip. “Well, I think I can help you,” she murmured, resting her forearms on his shoulders. Hurley’s breath quickened.




“You bloody rock.”

“Oh – oh, he’s leaning in -”

“This is so cute!”

“Awwww! Oh, look at them!”

The beach erupted in cheers as the couple kissed, chastely and somewhat nervously, for the first time. Libby pulled back after a couple of seconds and smiled.

“So, this girl,” she whispered. “Who is she?”

Hurley turned red. “Yeah, Sawyer told me that would be romantic. I was having trouble trying to figure…this whole thing out. But it is you – you got that, right?”

“Yes, Hurley,” Libby grinned. “I got that.”


Claire hugged Charlie as he made his way over to the group of girls with Sawyer. “Good job,” she congratulated him. “That was sweet.”

“No, actually, it was mainly Sawyer,” he told her. “Much as I hate to say it. Oh – right. Hang on. Kate!”

“Yeah?” Kate turned from her conversation with Sun and Ana to face them. “What’s up?”

“Hurley asked me to tell you that Sawyer masterminded our end of the deal. So you can, you know, reward him or whatever.”

Sawyer groaned as Kate whirled around to face him. “That’s not what I said,” he began to tell her. “Freckles, come on!”

Shannon turned to Claire and Charlie, grinning. “So, looks like we have another job to do.”


Posted by: Ó mo Dhia! Tá an tua i mo cheann! (chicafrom3)
Posted at: December 26th, 2006 04:02 am (UTC)
Lost - Hurley/Libby

That is just too adorable for words. &hearts I love it! Everybody's so wonderfully in character, and it plays like something that might've happened.



“You bloody rock.”

“Oh – oh, he’s leaning in -”

“This is so cute!”

“Awwww! Oh, look at them!”

The beach erupted in cheers as the couple kissed, chastely and somewhat nervously, for the first time. Libby pulled back after a couple of seconds and smiled.

*dies of the cute*

Thank you so much!!

Posted by: Avery (averita)
Posted at: December 26th, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
misc: writerly grumpiness

Glad you like it! :) Happy holidays.

Posted by: lady_jahar (lady_jahar)
Posted at: January 13th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)


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