Lost is copyright to JJ Abrams. I own nothing.
This is my first Lost fic and probably my last as well. I was watching this episode and it just came to me in a moment of dark humor, and so here, here it is. I might get some parts wrong, so if I did, I'm sorry.
She couldn't bear to watch as Jack continued to beat Charlie's chest, as if driven by some force he can't even shake off. Like he'd been taken over by someone or something. And the rain kept coming down in torrents, joining the tears on her face.
And then it happened. She heard a choking gasp, whirled around to see Charlie breathing again and the biggest grin on Jack's face. She hurried over, knelt on the muddy ground, grasping Charlie's hand, tremendous relief welling up in her. She felt her face breaking into a smile, then a laugh.
Charlie, after gathering his breath, looked up at them. They leaned forward expectantly, eagerly.
"Goddamnit, Jack," said Charlie, "did you have to break my ribs?"
Fin.