First attempt at fanfic ever! My version of how Charlie could potentially come back to Lost. Starts shortly before his death. Some lines are taken from quotes I really like (such as Saw, or straight from the show) and I have read many theories and sort of put them into one. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated! I know it's really short, I'm just starting out for opinions and ideas.

I sadly do not own Lost, or any of the characters. If I did, Charlie would be alive.

His throat was raw; it had felt like eternity as Charlie Pace floated underwater. Bloody hell Charlie, just die. His heart pounded as he waited for his sacrifice. At least Desmond seemed to understand his message that it was not Penny's boat.

As time passed, Charlie felt his arms tingling, his breaths shorter, yet he was not dead. He closed his eyes and waited his last moments. I love you Claire and Aaron. It dawned on Charlie something he had not carefully thought out, nor rather think of. What if Desmond lied? What if Claire and Aaron weren't part of his vision? Was he just making Charlie die to end his visions?

'That Scottish bastard!' Charlie thought. 'Here I am, constantly worrying about Claire and he's the one who sacrifices ME for his own greater good.'

Charlie felt himself choking up, as if he had a large object blocking his throat. Gasping and flailing tremendously in a last ditch effort to save his life, he gave in to death. To all the losses he has ever faced. To the idea of never becoming a rock god. To failing love and to failing Claire. With this moment, Charlie opened his eyes to the world he had to leave.

Dripping with water, Charlie opened his eyes to a wooden cabin. What the bloody hell? Where the am I? Charlie glanced at his fingers. His heirloom ring was gone. This isn't a dream. The water dripped from his hair and rolled down his neck, giving him the shivers. Questions began pouring into his head as he viewed his surroundings.

A rocking chair began to slowly rock, and like magic, a man appeared with flowing brown hair. His beard wasn't trimmed, nor did Charlie recognize him. The stranger peered into Charlie's eyes and nodded with slight certainty that it was the right person.

"Who the bloody hell are you?!" Charlie stammered.

"Whoa, whoa, easy Charlie…I'm just trying to help you," came the calm response.

"Wait, how do you know my name? Tell me who you are!" demanded Charlie. How does he know my name?

"My name is Jacob, and I'm afraid I can't really explain much right now. Charlie, I appreciate your sacrifice. Just listen to me for a second." Charlie blinked in confusion. He slowly nodded. "Your sacrifice was meaningless, although very noble and brave. Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve life, and Charlie; I believe you appreciate your life, especially with Claire and Aaron. I've seen you abuse yourself and this is your last chance. Your chance to redeem yourself. Charlie, I need a favour from you." Jacob was giving a stern look to Charlie. "I need you to kill Benjamin Linus."

"Ben? Wh-"

"Benjamin has taken full control; he has listened to me and abused my advice. Absolute power has corrupted him and I'm afraid for the island. By any means, he must be killed. And this is where you come in." Charlie stared into Jacob's eyes for a moment, pondering why this man was so against Benjamin. Silence fell between the two men.

"Am I… you know, dead?" Charlie squeaked out, his voice still raw. Jacob smiled.

"Yes. But I can change this, if you accept my offer." Charlie bit his lip in confusion. Slowly, Charlie nodded in agreement, waiting what might become of him. "I can't guarantee that this new life will be easy, but I promise you another chance. I'm sorry I can't answer your questions, but you should go. "

"Wait, what about Cla-"

"Go Charlie, please. They need you." Before he could move, Charlie felt his eyes closing, like he was floating backwards and falling. Cl..Claire ….

Fluttering his eyes open, Charlie found himself back in the Looking Glass. However, he was still underwater. Jacob's words lingered in his head, 'I can't guarantee this new life will be easy'.Charlie mentally rolled his eyes, and began probing for a way to get out. As he tilted his head up, he almost stopped breathing.

An air pocket. …How did I, -

He struggled to swim up, but noticed his ankle was wedged. Bloody hell. Charlie began scuffing at his ankle, feeling his breath curtail. But he remembered his dad, telling him to jump and that'd he'd catch him. I can do this. Charlie tore his ankle free and he rushed to the air.

Charlie panted and gasped as he inhaled air. He grinned at the thought of being alive. Taking a big breath, he swam under to the window. Desmond was gone. Turning around, Charlie examined the window.

I'm small, I could fit in this.

Taking another big breath, he pushed his way through the window. Charlie groaned as his shoulders scraped through, blood beginning to pour out of both arms. He felt his legs kicking and he smiled with the utmost joy. Charlie swam up to the top and felt the fresh air in his lungs again.

"I'm alive!!" Charlie screamed, despite his raucous voice. He plunged like a buoy for a moment before realizing his next challenge. As he turned from left to right, and from right to left, he noticed two islands. Charlie felt his anger built up, it was a 50/50 chance. At wit's end, Charlie began yelling. BOLLOCK

I know this was really short, I just wanted some feedback before I posted the second chapter. Chapter 2 is ready, 3 is almost, but I'd loooove reviews!