Survivor: Isla Nublar

Days 2 & 3

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Owen greeted a groggy Claire.

"Ugh...what time is it?" She wondered, brushing her fingers down her hair. It felt like she had slept for 12 hours but at the same time she was restless and with a light headache. It had been the worst night sleep she'd had in her life.

"Time for breakfast!" Owen didn't follow any kind of clock but his internal one and natural light. The sun had just come out, which meant it was some time around 7AM.

Claire nodded and slowly sat up. She tied her Timberlands on and let her eyes fall down on Owen noticing he was barefooted.

"Please tell me you won't be losing your clothes little by little." She watched him walk around without an issue. The soil was dry but all Claire could see were the little pebbles which she figured were uncomfortable to feel under your feet.

"I can't promise such thing!" He teased, "Besides, don't act like you wouldn't like to see me in a loincloth." He added, going back to his cooking.

Claire rolled her eyes, her fingers still busy with her hair. She didn't know what to do with it and it was driving her crazy.

She inched closer and stood next to Owen, who had a couple of eggs on a stone. "It smells great!" She smiled. She was starving, and that was making her ignore the fact that his cooking was happening in the least convenient of environments.

"Scrambled or fried?" Owen wondered while the two eggs were slowly cooking on their fire.

"Scrambled please." Claire smiled and nibbled on her lower lip.

Owen used a small branch to prepare them as she had requested and slowly looked up, making eye contact with her.

Once they were done, Owen managed to carry the hot stone over to the side so they could share it and use it as a plate while sitting on their blankets.

"This is really nice..." She offered, blushing lightly. "To wake up to breakfast."

"Don't get used to it." He offered a cheeky smirk. Claire tilted her head to the side: she didn't know if he was being a jerk or honest. "It was just luck that I found a nest." He explained.

Her eyes saddened. "You mean you—we are eating.... awe...that's sad."

Owen chuckled and tapped her knee with his knuckles. She smiled faintly and nudged him playfully, pinching some of her scrambled eggs with her fingers and eating them.

"I'm only eating them because I'm hungry, okay." Claire blushed hearing Owen laugh at how she was bringing the eggs to her mouth.

"Alright." He nodded eating his as well.

"And..." Claire nibbled on her lips and blushed.

"And?"

"And because no one had ever woken me up with breakfast." She admitted, her green eyes slowly falling on his.

Owen smiled, glad he unintentionally had done something nice for her.

"Thank you." She offered.

"You are welcome." Owen nodded, and once he was done with his food, he started to fold his blanket and pack everything so they could resume their journey to the south side of the island.

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"You know, if you keep rubbing your hair like that, it's just gonna start falling off!" Owen teased the redhead, who had been dealing nonstop with her long hair and trying to feel comfortable with it.

"Ugh, shut up." Claire brought her hair over her shoulder while following Owen through the jungle.

"Hey! I'm just saying. Have you noticed all the hair you've have been losing as we walk?" He stopped and turned to look back.

"Well..." Claire frowned. It hadn't been that much but still.

"You are leaving a trace so the Gingerbread Hag can come get us." He joked.

"Isn't that the one who feeds kids to make them fat?" Claire pointed out as she made it to his side.

"Hansel and Gretel." He nodded.

"I wouldn't mind a nice homemade meal right now." Claire figured it would be better to be roasted in a big caldron than walking under the sun.

"Now you are hurting my feelings." Owen chuckled. "Like, I know you aren't fond of mother nature, but I like to think my company makes this worth it."

Claire was quiet, but Owen had just turned to face her in time to catch the small smile creeping in her lips. He smiled to himself and resumed their walking: they had to go as far as the sun and their bodies would allow it if they wanted to make it to the other end in 21 days.

"Your hair is going to be fine." Owen casually added after a few minutes of silence.