Sorry for the wait! I got 100 hits (woo!) so I decided to post this. The next one will DEFNITILY be delayed, I am terribly sorry! Review and comment if you'd like (although I'd loveee it!)

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Fate is unchangeable. What is set in stone cannot be corrected or at least for a certain time.

Charlie was weak, but resilient. The blood seemed to clot, and it ceased to flow out of his arm. The Brit gasped for air, still lucky to be alive for the third time.

'Threes the charm,' he muttered quietly.

His problem was still an eminent issue. Both islands looked virtually identical, and there was no sign of human life on either. Not even a polar bear, Others or the 'monster'. Charlie began debating his options. Well, on the left, we have … Island 1. On the right, we have … Island 2? Bugger.

And as fate had it, Charlie chose wrong. He chose left instead of right.

By the time Charlie reached the sandy shores, he collapsed onto his knees and heaved. He lay on his back watching the clouds for a moment before calling out to anyone.

"Claire? Jack? Desmond? Anyone?!" came Charlie's cries, but nothing. The wind rustled the leaves and Charlie began sauntering down the coastline, calling occasionally. Still, Charlie heard nothing. Am I on the wrong side?The ex-junky frowned, and continued walking.

He soon realized how hungry he was. Cutting off the sand, Charlie began walking through the jungle. After finding a ripe mango, he sat himself down and began to think out his next options. He suddenly had the urge to play his guitar. He grinned at his brilliant idea; he would write a song for Claire.

Hurry on home to bed
Claire you're much stronger than I'd ever hoped to be
O Claire the nights when you're not there

Charlie stopped for a moment, trying to find the right tune. Have I lost my musical ability? He continued humming a melody for his Claire.

Is more than I can bear
Something only we can share
O Claire

The tune was a little off, along with his singing, but he was pleased with his musical ability. 'DriveShaft… the reunion/rescue tour'. Charlie laughed at the idea, he didn't even know if he stopped the jamming mechanism. Surely I did, the yellow light stopped… hell, I even talked to Penny! He frowned and fumed quietly, deciding to ultimately believe he stopped the jamming.

As day turned to night, Charlie forgot he had nowhere to sleep. He hummed to himself as he continued walking through the vast jungle, until he came across a clearing. He began examining the large cages, particularly noticing the unique DHARMA symbol, unlike the Swan. It looked like many snake-heads within one snake.

Charlie looked through the cages and noticed footprints. Some in shoes, some bare feet, and some of both. He thought back to what Kate and Sawyer had said when they got back. How they had been held in separate cages … on a separate island. Peachy, just really bloody peachy. Deciding on a cage to sleep in, he chose what was Kate's and slept an uncomfortable night.

Charlie awoke the next morning stiff, sore and lonely. He missed Claire and Aaron deeply. He also realized he was now on the wrong island. Swimming about half way had been bad enough, he couldn't imagine swimming the whole length.

He decided to explore the perplexing DHARMA station. The other cage had an interesting mechanism, with a food button and an askew lever system. The Brit decided to not bother with the cage, but turned his eyes to a camera. The red light above the camera indicated it was still on and most likely following Charlie's every move. He frowned, and waved slowly at the lens.

Leaving the cages, he continued walking around the very unusual DHARMA station. The one-hit-wonder was still debating about how to cross the vast ocean that fell between the two islands. How did we not notice this second island before?! He walked under a pavilion, curious to where it could lead him.

It came so suddenly and so quickly, Charlie could not change the fate of the trap. He tripped over a wire, muttering a quick 'crap', before plunging down a hole. He landed with a large thud and began cursing under his breath.

"I told you, I heard something!" Charlie fell silent. Way to go, you daft.

"Fine, then you go and see," came the ignorant response. Charlie couldn't tell if they were two guys, girls or combinations of the two. He sat in what appeared to be a hamper drop for quite some time before the 'Others' departed.

"We haven't spoken to anyone in weeks, Richard. How can you be-"

"Ben said he would be here in a few weeks, okay Cindy?" I have to kill Ben. I can't leave yet. Charlie frowns as he planned out when he can make it across to his island.

It seemed like hours before Charlie could actually attempt to get out of the hamper. He studied the area, feeling for mechanisms and sat there stumped. As he shifted his weight slightly, he stumbled out into the open. Crap! Slinking through the corridor, Charlie began peaking in doors, looking for anything.

He came across another DHARMA symbol, yet it was different from the faux snake logo. It resembled a lightning bolt with an arrow pointing down at the tip. He examined it carefully, and walked silently through the station.

It was large, very similar to the imploded Swan, but with more wiring. Charlie guessed it was the room where all the power came from and noted this in case of emergency. He entered a room where the he thought the Others had been talking and began searching.

The Brit smiled at the table, gazing over maps of both islands. He looked at the weird logo of the Hydra and noticed another area underwater. Bloody hell, not again. The Brit's eyes gazed towards the door as he carefully folded the map into his pocket. After searching the room, he began to look for an exit. He gave himself a lopsided grin as he found stairs. Charlie looked at his surroundings, noting how close he was to the cages.

As night fell, Charlie went back to his cage to sleep, now fearful that someone might find him. But as the sky went from blue to black and back to blue, he woke up to find his cheery self once again. Today, his objective was to locate the other Hydra station, since it seemed that this area was quite important.

Charlie turned the map over again and again, trying to determine how it was to be read. Frustrated, he grumbled through the jungle until he reached a clearing. He looked at a gazebo, placed neatly on the beach. Blimey… how'd this get here? But a crack in the jungle made it apparent there would be no investigating.

Charlie began running, harder with every step. It reminded him of his first mission with Jack and Kate the day the plane crashed.

The fix had felt so nice, like a soothing sensation of ripples flowing through his body. But now Charlie had other problems. This 'monster' that they had heard the previous night had just killed the pilot of the airplane and was about to get them if they didn't leave.

"Jack come on!" came Kate's frantic wail.

"Just leave it!" yelled Charlie, as the plane lurched back and forth.

And that's when they ran. Kate led the way, followed closely by Jack and Charlie. The three sprinted, hearing eerie noises just feet behind them. Trees were shaking, it was wet, dark and intimidating.

Charlie threw the occasional look back, being at the back of the pack. His legs were pumping with adrenaline.

The distance between Charlie and the 'thing' grew closer and closer, and the junkie urged his legs to move. He was almost safe, almost safe...

He ran down the beach, avoiding whatever was in the jungle. The ex-junkie paused briefly at a dock with an open hatch before climbing frantically down the ladder. He stopped to view his new surroundings. It had many corridors, and a room separated by glass. Charlie scratched his head, deciding to check out the new Dharma station.

His frown grew into a grin with the sighting of the Hydra logo. But his disappointment grew immensely with no details in the station.

Just before leaving, Charlie paused briefly at an open door. Peaking inside, he looked at nine different monitors, all turned off. He began switching on and off the screens, trying combinations of switches. Eventually, some monitors clicked on, with fuzzy images or empty places. The Brit noticed one thing in particular. A group of people were gathering outside near some housing he had never seen. He watched his friend Hurley closely while he talked with a stranger off screen. He was laughing and joking around with this person and it intrigued the former junky.

Charlie's mouth fell open as he watched in awe. It was Claire. He pressed his fingers on to her, trying to connect with her or Aaron.

"Claire…" he heard himself mutter softly.

But it came so suddenly; he had no choice to buckle to the floor in pain.

And that was the last he ever saw.

I might do a half and half next chapter, since Claire isn't really doing much. Thanks again for all the hits and reviews! Wow, so I got 85 hits in one day! By the end of the day, it was an additional 100!! Thanks SO much everyone!