*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Lord of the Flies. If I did Piggy would be avenged! D :

Hello thanks for the reviews and stuff again! :D It's a snow day! Wisconsin is covered with four feet of snow on the sidewalks! So what better way to spend the day than cuddling to a computer and writing fan fiction?

[Chapter 3]

It was a room full of mirrors. The wall, the floor, and the ceiling were all mocking the scrawny fair boy who stood in its center. The blonde looked around wearily. He reached out and touched the mirror that stood directly in front of him: it fogged up immediately, and his dirty reflection soon disappeared. The boy tore his hand away from the mirror in shock. The fog slid away from the smooth glass, and a stranger stood in the boy's place.

He had fair hair as well, but cut and properly washed. His skin was clean, clear of any injuries and dirt. His eyes were melted honey, not yet corrupted by knowledge. Ralph reached out to this mystery boy curiously, and was surprised when his movement was perfectly matched. He brought his hands to his head and ran them through his short hair. Oh how soft it was! The simple joy of being clean made him giddy.

"My hair! My hair!" He called out excitedly in a fit of mad giggles. He pulled on the soft blonde locks.

"Come on Ralph!" A distant voice cried. The fair boy stopped his actions and turned around. There was nothing but another mirror.

"Piggy is that you?" Ralph asked, looking up but only meeting the gaze of his reflection.

"Ralph! Ralph!" The voice soon turned to hysterics, words no longer audible through sobs.

"Simon?" Ralph yelled loud he began pacing the small area.

"Wake up! Damn it wake up!"

"I am awake!" Ralph screamed angrily. He began pounding his fist against the mirror, until it shattered. Then everything went dark…

"Ralph you bloody idiot!" Jack pound his fist into the sand and shook Ralph's limp body. The red head's war paint was all washed off when he jumped into the sea to grab the bloke. It had taken all of Jack's strength to pull Ralph back up to the surface, and by the time he did, Ralph was already unconscious. Jack almost drowned as well, and he spent a great deal of the time cursing himself for what a stupid thing he had done. But more importantly, Ralph had tried to kill himself. Do you really hate me that much? Jack turned his attention to the blonde laying at his side. Tears began to run down his naked face.

Jack took Ralph's shoulder and shook it lightly; he had almost lost all hope for the boy. He knew he couldn't stay with Ralph forever. The others would soon wake up and wonder where he was. Jack looked down the beach then back at Ralph's peaceful face.

The fair boy's tanned face twitched and Jack perked up. "Ralph?" He shook Ralph again lightly. Soon the blonde's face contorted awkwardly again and he began an endless fit of coughing. Jack smiled excitedly. "You're awake!" He said stupidly; not helping the situation by shaking the boy continually.

Water came dribbling out of Ralph's mouth. He snapped his eyes open; surprised by the shaking motion. "St-Stop!" He yelled and weakly tried to sit up. Ralph gazed at the long stretch of beach on either side of him. Tangled long hair fell into his eyes, and he brushed it away irritably. So I really can't escape the island. Ralph thought hopelessly. A voice ripped him out of his self wallowing.

"Jesus you're lucky I saw you." Ralph turned to his right and almost flinched away from the red head beside him. He almost couldn't recognize Jack Merridew without his war paint. Jack's face was tear stained and broke out into an awkward smile. Ralph looked at him in surprise. Had Jack really saved him?

"Damn you Jack why can't you let me leave!" Ralph screamed angrily, turning the other direction.

This wasn't the reaction Jack was hoping for. What the hell was his deal? Jack had just saved him, and this was the thanks he got? "A thank you would be nice." Jack spat back. "I just saved you and the minute you wake up, you yell at me!"

Ralph shakily stood up: the sand swallowing his feet. He frowned. Jack Merridew would never let him leave this hell hole…ever.

Jack stood up and stared Ralph in the eyes. "Come on," He said, trying to sound gentle, "I'm hungry." He grabbed onto Ralph's wrist but the blonde yanked his hand back.

"I'm not your slave." Ralph said. "I don't have to do what you say."

"You're my prisoner." Jack hissed. "So yeah you do!" Jack tried not to have a fit. He couldn't believe Ralph was so stubborn right now.

"Why do you want to keep me around?" Ralph asked, and Jack could no longer look the boy in the eyes.

"I promised Samneric I'd keep you safe." He mumbled.

"That's bullocks." Ralph spat. "What's the real reason?" The fair boy crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who cares? I saved you. You can't ask me any questions!" Jack glanced at Castle Rock impatiently. The morning light began flooding the horizon.

"I care." The blonde stared at Jack, trying to read his emotions. It was fairly easy without that damned paint on his face. Jack was silent. "Come on Jack what you want me here for! You're driving me round the bend! If it's that difficult for you to-"

"Because I love you!" Jack screamed, cutting Ralph off midsentence. His confession hung in the air like the presence of the beast. The silence was almost deafening.

Ralph searched the Chief's face for any hint of tricks. Jack was either a really good liar, or he was blatantly honest. The boy didn't know which option scared him more. Ralph couldn't form an appropriate response. Before he could utter a word, the fearless Jack Merridew was running down the beach, back to Castle Rock.

I promise there will soon be better JacxRalph fluff moments! Please keep reading though .. Sorry for making Ralph seem like such a bitch in this chapter xD. Thanks for reading and being patient.