Here We Are Now: Entertain Us!

by Got Scots?

Summary: Island life can get boring when it consists of eating, cleaning and sleeping. This is why Charlie, Hurley and some of my own original characters decided to create a band. But how long can a band stick together on an island like this?

Author Note: You never thought you'd see a band fic for Lost now did yeh? Well here's your chance to enjoy the fluffyness you thought would never happen. Just as a disclaimer I want to say that if I actually owned Lost, well Desmond would be married to me and Locke would grow a purple mowhawk. Shows how much I can be trusted with a television show…

The story takes place before the third season finale meaning Charlie still lives! Desmond is now a part of the Losties and is no longer in the hatch. Locke is off with the Benjamin Linus, but the rest of the crew is back at the beach as far as I'm concerned. If I'm wrong, bear with me for plot purposes. Thanks for reading!

Chapter One

Charlie couldn't help but notice a man about his age sitting alone in the distance. He'd seen the bloke around several times before, but he came off as the isolated type and Charlie had never bothered trying to break him from this shell.

But now, as Charlie glanced over at the crevice the man had converted into a tiny home, he couldn't help but wonder. Even from a few feet away, Charlie could hear the faint notes of one of Charlie's favourite rock artists.

It was both curiosity and boredom that got him up and made him wander over towards the blonde young man. As he reached the rock that the man had dramatically sprawled out upon, Charlie comically stared as the bloke continued to sing without a care in the world. He watched his squinted shut eyes with curiosity until finally the man jumped at Charlie's presence.

"I said maybe you're gonna be the one that saves—shit!" the blonde practically jumped out of his relaxed position and sat pretzel style. He stared up at Charlie with wide eyes. "Wh-what are you—hi," he had trouble getting the words out.

Charlie let out a deep laugh at the poor bloke's reaction. He said with a smile, "I was just curious as to which song you were singing."

"Oh," the man's eyebrows rose with surprise.

"Oasis, yeah?" Charlie asked. "I love them."

"No way," the bloke stood up and grinned. "I have all their albums, mate."

It was now that Charlie really picked up on the man's distinct Scottish accent. He was surprised he hadn't noticed this bloke before. The two of them had so much in common. Tilting his head with delight, Charlie asked, "What's your name?"

"Ewan," the blonde had the same look of surprise on his face that Charlie did.

"Charlie." He began walking down the long stretch of beach before them and Ewan decided to follow him. Charlie took note of Ewan's set of skinny jeans and a red t-shirt—the two of them also had very similar dress. "It's funny we've never met before," he laughed.

Grinning at the first light-hearted conversation he'd had in a while, Ewan replied with a simple, "Yeah."

"You always keep yourself so… shut off," Charlie pointed out. "I mean… is there a reason you never talk to anybody?"

"Not really," Ewan shrugged. He was having a difficult time believing that he was already talking about such a sensitive subject with this bloke. Despite what he thought it would feel like, it wasn't too difficult to explain to Charlie the pathetic reason he had become so isolated. "I just don't really know anybody here."

Immediately, Charlie chuckled. "I don't think any of us knew each other when we first got here. None of us expected all this to happen."

"Yeah," Ewan shrugged again.

After a while, Charlie said, "You know life's getting pretty dull around here." He looked out at the constant waves that tumbled across the sea. "It's kind of nice to meet somebody new."

"It is," Ewan nodded. "I hate this place. There's nothing to bloody do."

"I know what you mean," Charlie sneered. "Last night for entertainment I took one of the forks and drew a picture in the sand."

"You must really be desperate."

"Hey, you know what?" Charlie looked back at Ewan with a mischievous grin. Ewan stared back at him with wild curiosity filling the creases in the corners of his eyes. "I've got something you'll bloody love," Charlie suddenly turned back in the direction they came and speed-walked back to the tent that he and Claire shared.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the tent, Charlie pulled out his acoustic guitar from underneath his bed. "Check that out mate," he handed the instrument to Ewan with pride glittering in his eyes.

"Jesus," Ewan nodded in approval. He strummed a few chords on the guitar—the opening to a U2 song. "I don't really play much," he said as he looked up at Charlie. "I'm sure you do though," he handed the guitar back to Charlie.

"Of course," Charlie said as he sat down on his bed. Ewan sat beside him, watching the musician eagerly as he plucked away at the strings. "You know I was in that band Driveshaft. Ever heard of them?"

"No," Ewan wanted to apologise to Charlie but there was nothing to apologise for. After all, Charlie had probably never heard of him either. "I used to be an actor," he pried. "Before this… crash."

"Really?" Charlie raised in eyebrow. "What kind of stuff did you do?"

"Lots of Broadway," Ewan grinned even though he had only been in three shows, two of them being chorus roles.

"Wow. That's fantastic, mate," Charlie nodded. Then he turned back to his guitar and continued playing a song Ewan didn't recognise.

"You know…" Ewan pondered as he folded his arms. "You want to make life less boring?" He shot Charlie a roguish grin. "How about we start a band? We could perform by the fire every night with dinner. I could sing and you could—"

"Play guitar!" Charlie smiled and slapped Ewan on the back. "Excellent idea, mate! Brilliant!"

Ewan laughed at how happy Charlie seemed. He watched as the giddy Englishman stood up and set his guitar back down under his bed. Ewan stood up with him as he hurried out of the tent. "Hey, where are you going?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"To recruit!"

If you're still here, thank you! I hope you liked the first chapter! Leave a review and let me know what I can improve upon!

And if you've read any of my other fics and aren't surprised to see Ewan as a starring role, congratulations. But I changed his character a bit! He's on Broadway now! Wooo!

-Got Scots?