Not Dead Per Say (Charlie) PG

Disclaimer: Marg no own Lost. Jane no own Lost. Tarzan no own Lost.

Warning: Lots of spoilers up to the last of the third season, and probably lots of violence, maybe a little C/C.

Author's note: This is my first full fic (I have a short one called "The Walk" floating around) so feel free to give criticism.

Chapter I

It felt like someone had scooped out his brains, stuck them in a blender mixed them for hours before placing them back in his head. Not even the headaches he went through during his withdrawals were this bad. He opened his eyes. "That was bad idea!" He thought to himself. The burning in his eyes maid him wonder if he had ever opened them before. He blinked a few times to make the pain go away.

While doing this he searched though his hazy memories to see if he could remember what he was doing. "I swam down to the underwater hatch and was captured and tortured by those hot girls then Des showed up." He went over the rest of the events before waking up in this… well what ever it was. One thing kept him baffled, he had died hadn't he? Yeah, unless his memories were way out of whack (a possibility he wasn't rejecting) he had drowned. He distinctly recalled the water filling his lungs while he prayed that if God was out there that He would forgive his uncountable sins. So why was he alive now?

Deciding that his eyes had adjusted enough he stopped blinking. "Not another one!" He declared as he saw that he was in a hatch. The Cosmos as stated a sign on the other side of the room. He checked out the rest of the room, there was a large table filled with sciencey looking stuff in the center with cabinets lining two walls. To his right were four doors. He leaned forward trying to see what was on the wall he was seated against and his face collided with an invisible barrier.

For the first time he looked at himself. He was half standing half setting on an awkwardly shaped "chair". His hands were restricted by a thin strap. From the fact that he couldn't move his feet he concluded that they were bound as well. "Perfect, not only am I in a hatch when I should be dead, I'm a prisoner too." He thought. Before he had even finished thinking, he heard the door opening.

Yes I will leave you hanging there and there is nothing you can do about it!