The day was clear; no clouds marred the blue sky. Charlie stared up at the said sky, admiring the turquoise that was rivaled only by the sea which crashed against the island in the not-so far distance. The canopy blocked the suns rays, making the mystical jungle all the more mystical. He pulled out the baggie containing the fine white powder he lived off of now-a-days. The drug soothed him as it made its way through his system. The rustling of the undergrowth signaled the arrival of a resident of the island. Charlie looked up, his stormy blue eyes connecting with the dark brown of Sayid's eyes. "Is that you Charlie?" he asked, emerging from the green surrounding Charlie.
"You bloody wanker! You nearly scared me shitless!" Charlie exclaimed, clutching the fabric of his shirt. Sayid merely raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What is a…wanker?" he questioned.
Charlie shook his head, "Nothing, forget it. What'd you want?" he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"I was walked and happened upon you. What might you be doing out here?" Sayid responded with a shrug, walking closer to Charlie who'd gone back to his heroin, expecting the Iraqi to move on. Charlie was surprised when he felt a presence behind him; suddenly he was spun around, the pouch of heroin falling from his hands and landing on the ground, spilling a little. The brown eyes were much closer now. "Say-Sayid?" Charlie questioned, his voice quivering. The only sound from Charlie's mouth as Sayid closed the distance was a small surprised yelp.
.Back at Camp.
Jack and Sawyer sat under the shade of one of the numerous palm trees. "Where's Charlie? Kid's been gone since noon." Sawyer murmured, glancing at the place Charlie called home in a concerned manner.
Jack followed Sawyer's gaze and shrugged. "You're right; he's been gone for a while. Sayid left around the same time Charlie did too." He stated.
Sawyer's eyes widened, it was no secret on the island that Sayid wanted to do certain things to Charlie. "Aww, shit!" he cursed causing Jack to turn and glare at him, expecting elaboration.
"Everyone knows Sayid wants to fuck Chucky!"
"Wait what?" Jack exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"Nothing, come on." Sawyer covered up, jumping up and taking off towards the mystical jungle with Jack on his heels. They crashed blindly though the greenery, looking frantically for the male that was like their younger brother.
.Charlie and Sayid.
As Sayid continued his assault, Charlie wriggled beneath him, screaming against him. "Sayid! Stop!" he commanded, pushing against his chest in desperation. When the Iraqi didn't budge Charlie balled his fists and pounded on him, whipping his head side to side in an effort to rid himself of the other's offending lips.
"Charlie!" the call came to his ears as a rescue. Sayid looked up, giving Charlie enough time to take in a large breath and reply with: "Sawyer!" before he was cut off by Sayid's hand, which he promptly bit into, making the man howl in pain.
Moments later, both Jack and Sawyer came into view, rushing towards him. Sawyer's face was red with rage. "Sayid! You god damn terrorist!" he screamed, tackling him to the ground.
The two were a flurry of fists and curses as Jack helped Charlie up. "Charlie, are you alright?" he questioned
Charlie nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine." He murmured.