Okay, so I know this chapter is a little short, and long awaited, but I've had some major writer's block issues with this chapter. Nothing I seemed to write made any kind of sense...not like I wanted it too. But finally with a little guidance, and sometime to think on it, this was what my tiny little mind came up with. Also, I've never been one to be any good at writing humor, so if the jokes that Charlie makes aren't funny, I apologize.

Chapter Two

Charlie knelt down next to Hurley's still very unconscious form, waiting for Claire to bring him the warm towel to put on Hurley's forehead.

"Come on mate, wake up," Charlie coursed his fallen friend.

"Here," Claire offered him the warm damp towel, as she knelt down next to Charlie. She let her fingers curl around his, as he carefully put the towel on Hurley's forehead.

"Hey Claire, you okay?" Sawyer called from outside the door, as he slowly made his way into the house.

His eyes caught Hurley's large form laying unconscious on the floor, and drifted up, and caught sight of a person he thought he'd never see again.

"Is that...are you really...Charlie?" the voice came, a little unsettled as if he had saw a ghost.

Charlie's head snapped up, his eyes coming into contact with Sawyer's.

"Hey Sawyer," Charlie answered, his voice a little disgruntled.

"Claire...please tell me you see him?" Sawyer asked, his eyes bugging out of their sockets, shock written on his face.

"Yes Sawyer, Charlie is alive," Claire smiled, loved the fact that she could divulge this information.

"But...how?" Sawyer asked, his eyes turning from Claire back to a very alive Charlie.

"Look Sawyer, it's a really long story, and I'm trying to get Hurley to wake up," Charlie explained, as he continued to dab Hurley's forehead.

"I just..." Sawyer trailed off for a minute, before running out of Claire's house.

"Was that the end of that conversation?" Charlie asked, turning his head toward Claire, who had a beaming smile on her face, and he knew it had nothing to do with Sawyer's sudden appearance.

"Apparently," Claire offered, as her fingers tightened their grip around Charlie's.

"I'm not going anywhere luv," Charlie grinned at her, as she blushed slightly.

"Sorry," she said, as her face fell to the floor, clearly embarrassed.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about luv. I know you thought you lost me, but I promise you Claire, I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon," he said as he kissed her cheek lightly.

"Ah hah! I told ya," Sawyer said from the door.

Charlie shook his head, knowing that yet another person knew that he was indeed alive.

"Char-Charlie?" the familiar voice came from the door.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm really alive, I have magical powers, that's how I survived," Charlie said, sarcasm dripping from his lips, as he let the towel rest on Hurley's forehead, so he could turn his attention to the new person, who would ask him twenty questions.

"I can't believe it, and look you still have that same ol' sense of humor," Kate smiled heartily at him.

"Well of course I do. Do you think almost drowning would rid me of my general charm?" Charlie grinned toothily at her.

"Well, I suppose not," Kate answered back, as she stared straight at Charlie.

Charlie stood up from his spot on the floor, and walked toward Kate, and hugged her lightly.

"We all thought you were dead. Everyone is so upset at the thought," Kate shared with him.

"Well, I mean Kate, that means a lot. It really does, but I'm just not ready for everyone to know I'm alive. Do you guys think you could keep it a secret for just a little while. Just until I figure things out, and get my head together. Please?" Charlie asked, his eyes doing the begging for him.

Charlie had learned at an early age that while his cute face couldn't get him what he wanted from people, that his crystal blue eyes, surely did get the job done. They always seemed to work on people, especially women. Always claiming that they always looked sad, like he held the world on his shoulders. So at this particular moment, he was using his sad looking blue eyes to get his way, just this one time. Although he knew that Kate would keep his secret, it was more Sawyer that he was worried about, but then again he was certain that Kate would keep Sawyer in line.

"Of course we will Charlie, won't we?" Kate said, as she poked Sawyer in the ribs.

"Yeah sure, whatever Chuckie, just remember you owe me," Sawyer said, before Kate smacked his shoulder. "Fine, this one's on the house."

"Look we're gonna go before we draw attention, but just remember while we'll keep our mouth's shut. That one," Kate paused to point at Hurley's still unconscious form. "He'll have a harder time not spilling the beans."

"Oh I know I'll have my hands full, but Hurley's my best friend. I can't keep him in the dark about this," Charlie explained.

"Yeah I understand, just...be careful Charlie," Kate said, her eyes full of tears, as she gave him one more hug before heading out the door.

"Besides you of course, I'm really glad Kate knows. I miss talking to her," Charlie grinned, before placing his thin arms around Claire's waist and pulling her into a light kiss.

"Dude," Hurley said from the floor, clearly awake now.

"Hurley, seriously man, you were out of it for like half an hour," Charlie said, bending down to help his friend up.

"Dude, I wasn't dreaming," Hurley said his eyes wide open.

"No Hurley you weren't, I'm really alive," Charlie said, as he pulled Hurley into a hug. "I missed you man."

"I can't believe this," Hurley said as he hugged Charlie back.