A/N: M'kay, they were never rescued, they caught Ralph, and it's a couple of months after they caught him. Ralph is like totally depressed and Jack is too, but he doesn't show it. I think there's a story similar to this, but I don't know…

Chapter 1

Ralph

I sit here, day after day after day, only allowed out for twenty minutes a day. And that gets spent going to the toilet. It's been a couple of months I think, since they caught me, and kept me in this small arse cave; guarded constantly. My skin had paled considerably, and my hair is way to long, nearly past my jaw (A/N: Think, Will from a Knight's Tale, that kind of hair). Roger pushes past the pig skin door, sneering down at me. I don't make eye contact. I never do. He puts down a big, flat piece of bark. Sitting in the middle of the bark plate is a lump of pork. I grimace and then knock it aside. Roger sniggers and shakes his head. I crawl carefully away from him, and lean against the cave wall.

"Mmm, you're more like a dog everyday, except for the vegetarian thing. Why won't you tell me why you won't eat the pig? Is it because it got hunted, like you did?" He sneers. That's exactly why, but I won't ever tell him that, his ego is already big enough without him knowing he's right.

"Well, come on doggie, it's time for your walk" and with that he ties a vine around my wrist and pulls me up. The regular treatment. As we walk out of the cave, cold night hair hits me. I suppress a shudder and keep following Roger, looking at his feet the whole time. After going to the toilet (A/N: I'm about to say bathroom every time, but I have to remember that, they don't have baths) he allows me a quick dip in the lagoon, then pulls me out and keeps walking. My skin is cold as ice, but I'm used to it now. Roger walks me back in to my cave and unties the vine.

"You really should look up every now and again, you might see what everyone's thinking in their eyes, as they watch you" he smiled evilly and left, taking the bark plate of pork with him. I know what everyone's thinking, it revolves around pity, shame or joy, depending who you are. Jack for instance, total joy, for he won, he caught me, he became chief, he gets to see me get humiliated every day on this hell hole of an island. I crawl over to a small nook in the cave wall and curl up in vain hope of keeping warm.

Jack

Oh Ralph. Why did everything have to go this way? Roger heads into Ralph's cave with the pork platter (A/N: Platter. What a weird word) and some vines. Only to come out a couple of minutes later leading Ralph by the wrists. Ralph's head is bowed, with blonde hair falling in front of his face. He hasn't made eye contact with any one since we caught him. And according to Roger, he's even stopped speaking and will barely eat. I turn back to my food and watch the boys continue to dance. Nothing was going the way it should be. Ralph was supposed to be my friend, I tried to make him happy, but he always put me down, he didn't care if we had meat all he cared about was the fire, the fire and Piggy. Nothings going right. And I'm scared. Not of the beast, that's just something I go along with to keep the littuns in line. Ten minutes later, Ralph comes back, watching Rogers feet as he goes. His skin is wet and turning blue, which was a fairly easy colour change seeing how pale his skin was. Roger takes him back in to his quarters and comes out holding the vines and the pork, yet again Ralph has declined food. Roger sits next to me and looks up questionably.

"Hey" I murmur

"Hey, Ralph won't eat again, we're going to have to give more fruit then we are already" Roger says casually.

"Yeah, he said anything yet?" I ask, trying not to sound too concerned

"Nah, he hasn't said anything since we caught him, apart from the first day, and all he said then was 'Are you going to kill me' and 'Oh', I don't know what you want to do with him, we may as well kill him and put him out of his misery" Roger babbles, not a care in the world. Well, he did kill Piggy, so he's not totally unexperienced at it. I glare at Roger, he smirks and gets up and starts dancing. Everything needs to change.

Ralph

A trickle of light leaks in from a slight gap in the skin, I ignore it and continue to lie there, waiting for Roger. I don't have to wait long, as light floods into the room, and the pig skin door makes a weird sound as it falls back into place. Hands grab mine and vines get encircled around my wrist. Meaning someone's helping him today. Probably Maurice or Robert for they guard my door. A slight tug at the vine means I'm supposed to get up. I frown and stand, using my shoulder to rub sleep out of my eyes. We begin the walk out the door. I watch Roger's feet. Mmm, they're lighter than usual. I look up further; his legs are long and lanky. Not Roger at all. I look up to the back of his head, wild red hair instead of black hair. I'm the only blonde on the island, and the only red head happens to be Jack. Therefore it's Jack that's leading me. I'm so doomed. If Roger treats me like garbage, what's Jack going to treat me like? We get to the lagoon and Jack unties the vines and looks at me expectantly. I frown and wad into the water, it's still early, so the water, is still freezing. I shiver, but sit, neck deep. I dunk my head under, and hold it there for as long as I can. When I pull back up, and I notice something strange. Jack's entered the water, and his teeth are chattering from the cold. I look away before smirking. Obviously, he hasn't had to bathe in ice cold water before.

"How do you do this everyday?" Jack snaps. I straighten my face and look back to him, he's as deep in it as I am, and his teeth are chattering faster. When Roger asks me a question I just look away or stare down wards, but with Jack, something makes me answer. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. So I shrug, looking a piece of ice float by. I smile, and pick it up, holding it out to Jack. He looks at my hand strangely, before taking the small chunk of ice.

"That's crazy" he shakes his head, standing and walking out of the water, shaking fiercely. I smile and follow him out. What did he expect? My pale skin seems even paler, if that's possible. Jack's hand touches my shoulder.

"Oh my god! And I thought I was cold!" he yelps. I turn and look him in the face. My blue eyes meeting his. He looks worried, and ashamed, and possibly even sad. But that can't be. Have I completely lost the ability to read peoples emotions? Shouldn't he be happy that I'm being basically tortured? Or angry that, I can handle the morning water? I turn away, looking out to the ocean. Suddenly his arms are around me, pulling me into his body. My eyes widen. Why is he hugging me? I can feel his warmth flooding me, and I sigh. My arms are limp by my side and I slowly rest my head on his shoulder. The only response is his arms pulling me closer/tighter.

"I'm so sorry Ralph" his voice cracks, like he's on the verge of tears, thought that can't be. I open my mouth and try to speak, but it's just a croak. Warm moisture hits my back; tears. Why do you have to make things so hard for me Jack?

"J-J-Jack?" my voice finally comes out. Jack pulls away and looks into my eyes; his are all wet and glassy. He tries to smile

"So I finally broke the silence, aye?" he asks hoarsely.

"I suppose" my voice still sounds jagged. Some tears run down his cheeks. I cup his face in my hands and wipe the tears away with my thumbs.

"Come on, we'd better get back" Jack says quickly turning away. I follow, confused. That whole event was completely unexpected. Jack? Sorry? Hugging me? Crying in front of me? No, never. I must be dreaming, but the cold numbness feels so real. And what about the body heat I felt? It was real. And that makes it even weirder than dreaming about it happening. We get back to the fort and Jack leads me to my little cave and opens the pig skin door for me, I enter and he leaves. That was the weirdest walk I've ever had…

Jack

The water is so damn cold! I walk out as fast as my numb legs allow and shake. My tanned skin has paled slightly and my shorts are clinging to me, reminding me of the ice water. Ralph follows me out of the water like an obedient dog. Like he thinks he can't leave within a metre of my presence. It reminds me of when I woke him up this morning, a tug on the vine and he stands, without complaint of being woken or being put on a leash. He's gone back to staring at my feet. If his skin gets any paler, then he'll be transparent. I put my hand on his shoulder; it's as cold as that chunk of ice!

"Oh my god! And I thought I was cold!" I yelp. Ralph looks at me, his dull blue eyes, meeting my light blue ones. He's reading my emotions easily; he was always able to do that. He frowns, as though something's wrong, and then looks away. Something is wrong. He shouldn't be getting treated like a dog, being taken on walks, living in a cave that's only big enough for three people. And it's my fault, I said for this to happen, I didn't want to see his face, so I put him in a small cave only to leave in the early morning or late at night. It didn't work, I saw him every night. Not arguing, just accepting his punishment for not becoming tribal. I fling my arms around his thin body, pulling him close. His body stiffens and then he sighs, relaxing. He doesn't hug me back, his arms remain still by his side, but he lowers his head onto my shoulder and I pull him tighter. His body is warming up quickly from the contact. God, he's bringing up past feelings so easily.

"I'm so sorry Ralph" My voice cracks, as tears fill my eyes. Ralph makes a gasping type of noise; it's like he's forgotten how to talk. Tears flow down my cheeks and land on his back. Why does Ralph have this effect on me?

"J-J-Jack?" His voice croaks. I step back and look into his eyes and try to smile, trying to make the situation less awkward.

"So I finally broke the silence, aye?" I ask hoarsely. He frowns again.

"I suppose" His voice rasps. Tears run down my cheeks, but Ralph cups my face in his hands and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. (A/N: Yes I know that this is basically just repeating the previous part just changing the me and his)

"Come on, we'd better get back" I mumble and turn away and begin trudging back to the rocks. I can hear Ralph's footfalls behind me, yet again acting like a loyal dog. We get back to the fort and I lead Ralph to his little cave and open the pig skin door for him, he goes in and I allow the flap to swing closed. I walk back to my cave and pass Roger, who smiles.

"Did he give you any trouble?" he asks, I frown

"Hell no, he's too damn obedient, he wouldn't give us trouble unless we told him too" I grimace, for in my eyes it was completely true. I push the skin flap to my cave open and walk in, sitting near the back wall. Roger walks in after me and sits in front of me.

"It's just, if I recall, you used to like him, like more than friends" Roger grinned at my scowl.

"I thought I said never to bring that up again" I snarl, and he laughs

"Sorry chief, but I was just a little suspicious when you asked if you could take him this morning, and you looked awfully worried when I said he wasn't eating very much" he smirked "So what happened?", I give him a sideways glance.

"Nothing" I snap angrily at him

"But I bet you wished something happened!" Roger cackled "Do you want me to have him moved into your cave? Or would you like me to remove the guard on his cave so that you can sneak in there every night" his eyes widen as I leap on him, pinning him to the ground.

"No, Roger, because I do not like Ralph in that way…not anymore. So shut up about it" I snarl, he nods and I get off him and sit back down with my back against the wall. Like Ralph would let me do that.

"I was just thinking that, you know because he's so damn obedient, I just thought that you might have taken advantage of it, that's all. Well I'll leave you to your thoughts" Roger mumbled backing away. I glare at him and then look at my hands. It was only normal what he was thinking. I told him ages ago that I liked Ralph, a lot. And now we both know how obedient he is, doing any thing so as not to cause trouble, his spirit has completely wasted away. And it's my fault.

Roger

Laugh out loud. Jack's in love with Ralph…again. God damn, this could be fun. Fun or funny. I remember when he told me. It was before we started hunting. He had said that he wanted meat, for everyone, he also said that he wanted to impress Ralph. I had laughed, but helped him. And when that hunting to impress Ralph had pissed Ralph off, because that meant the fire went out, that was funny too, because Jack was so checking Ralph out. With good reason I suppose. Ralph was good looking, and at that point in time…naked. But now everything about Ralph had faded. His strength, his golden skin, his sapphire blue eyes and his spirit/soul. If he just smiled or showed any emotion really, you'd see his good looks shining threw, but that wasn't going to happen. Three months of being treated like an animal, could do that to a person. I yawn and stretch heading down to the lagoon, some other boys were showing signs of life and would probably head down there soon. In no time I see the foot prints of Ralph and Jack. I smile both sets of foot prints lead into the water. Jack could be so stupid at times, entering that cold mass of wet? Got to be kidding me. Then I can see where both sets of footprints exit the water. Ralph's smaller prints stepping behind each of Jack's. Hold on. The foot prints stop and both toes are facing each other. Ooh. Intriguing. So what does this mean? A hug? A kiss? A pash even? Muahaha. This is definitely going to be fun.

A/N: Well, what you think? Weird? To much like another story you've read? Delete? Well, you want me to continue then there will be more slash-ness. But I don't know, I guess it's up to you people. If it sucks, just tell me and I will delete…so please review…