Disclaimer: I still don't own, but I am buying every magazine with information on the show I can find. Lol.

Currently I am : obsessively counting down to October 4 when the new episodes being showing! Can't wait!

Charlie spent the rest of the day resting in Sawyer's tent while the older man continued to read. The musician absently noted the fact that the conman was wearing a new pair of glasses. He and Sayid must have formed some sort of truce.

It was quiet in the tent. Both were trying to forget Jack's earlier tantrum, and the fact that Charlie still had a migraine had kept both from saying much. Finally, he got fed up with the silence. "Aren't you going to ask me why I did it?"

Sawyer didn't even bother looking up from his book. "Did what?"

"I don't know…start the fire, kidnap a baby, got beat up by Locke?"

"Kind of thought you hadn't planned the last one."

"I didn't."

Sawyer sighed and looked the musician in the eyes. "I gave up trying to figure out why people do what they do several years ago, and I ain't about to start wondering now. Besides," he smirked, " it's not like I can judge anyone. Be kind of hypocritical don't ya think?"

Charlie looked away, but inwardly he was kind of relieved that there was at least one person on the island who wouldn't be questioning him about his actions.

"And while I'm not going to judge you, I am going to offer you a little proposition."

Charlie bit his lip. Sawyer's propositions didn't usually mean anything good. But who else did he have to trust right now? He nodded his head. "What?"

"How would you like to get a little revenge on Baldy?"

Charlie smiled. This proposition was starting to sound interesting. "And just how do you plan on doing that?"

Sawyer smirked. "Oh, it's not that hard." Sawyer put his book away and began to explain his plan to the younger man.

About an hour later, Charlie had agreed to help the older man out and knew all the details of the plan. Now they would just have to wait for the perfect time to execute their little plot.

After having been up so long, Charlie began to feel a little light-headed and decided that he was going to get a some more rest thinking that Sawyer would go back to his book. However, the older man had other plans in mind.

Noticing the state of his tent the Southern man gave an annoyed sigh. "The man just barges in, steals from me, and doesn't even have the courtesy to clean up after himself." He started to get up and begin cleaning, but he stopped and looked over at Charlie first. "Your headache gone?"

Charlie paused a minute gauging the pain. It wasn't as bad as before, more like just a dull throbbing now, not even as bad as a hangover.

"Yeah, it's mostly gone," he replied getting ready for when he was sure the conman would kick him out of the tent.

"Ok. Good. Because I'm kinda loud when I have to clean," Sawyer stated before beginning to grab his stuff and place everything in its correct place.

Charlie looked at him confused for a few moments and then went back to resting. Sawyer would let him know when he needed to leave, and he really wasn't looking forward to facing the others before he absolutely had to.

A barely noticeable noise alerted them both to someone's presence on the other side of tent only moments before Kate entered.

No one knocks around here. Charlie thought to himself as he watched the beautiful brunette waltz right up to Sawyer.

"I like what you've done with the place," Kate said sarcastically to Sawyer as she glanced around the disarrayed area.

"Maid's day off," the man replied back evenly as he reached to pick up a shirt.

Kate firmly stepped on it, preventing him from lifting it.

"You want to move?"

Charlie noticed that while he still used a playful tone, the older man was getting slightly annoyed by the brunette's boldness. It seemed it wasn't just Jack that he had to control his temper around.

"I heard Jack took your pain killers," she stated with a smirk that even aggravated the musician though the two usually got along really well.

Sawyer rolled his eyes and made a remark about getting to send out one less Christmas card this year. For some reason Charlie found this extremely hilarious and couldn't contain a snicker that managed to get out.

"Oh, Charlie, you're here," Kate noticed for the first time.

What is it with these people. It's not like this tent's huge or anything. Why don't they ever notice me? Am I invisible, and someone forgot to tell me? Well, bullocks. You'd think a person would be nice enough to inform a guy when he's become invisible. Wait. I can't be invisible. Of course, on this island it wouldn't really surprise me, but ……oh, bugger I'm rambling again. And they're both staring at me like I'm bonkers or something. Probably am…there I go again.

"Uh, Charlie, you okay?" Kate asked in a semi-concerned voice. Charlie looked up and was kind of amazed to see that both of the other two were staring at him worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled quietly.

"So, Freckles, what'd you really come here for?" Sawyer asked while leering at her.

" Thought you'd like this." She tossed a magazine in front of him. "Figured you'd be running low on reading material."

Both Charlie and Sawyer smirked at the sight of the girly magazine.

"Well, thanks, Freckles, but as much as I'd like to learn how to feather my hair, I lost my damn glasses on the raft. You want to read it to me."

Knowing that Sawyer actually did have another pair of glasses and had carefully hidden them when he had heard someone approaching, Charlie did his best to hide his laughter, making it sound more like a cough.

It didn't help matters, when Kate gave Sawyer a glare that obviously showed that she thought the man was crazy.

"What, you got an appointment or something?"

Kate sighed. "Why don't you have Charlie read it to you?"

"Because I don't think the kid's any more capable of reading the thing right now than I am. Besides, the doc said he's supposed to be resting, and I'm actually quite interested in hearing what that thing has to say about low maintenance hair care. Hard to buy the proper products around here, ya know."

Kate gave him an actual smile before taking a seat between the two men and flipping to a random article in the magazine, and Sawyer lifted up the doorway of the tent to let more light through, so she could see better due to the fact that it was starting to get slightly overcast outside.

"10 Ways to Tell If He's a Sensitive Man. Alright, boys, let's see which one of you is the more sensitive."

As she started reading the article, Locke walked by on his way to get some water for Claire and Aaron. Other than sending a glare in their direction, he didn't say anything not wanting to risk a fight with the Southern man again. Sawyer glared back at him while Charlie withdrew into himself, attempting to make himself unseen. Kate shifted uneasily not liking the tension.

As soon as the man was out of sight, they all relaxed, and Kate began reading again. Soon they were all shocked as the sky began pouring out rain, and the wind blew it through the tent door, soaking them all. Sawyer quickly jerked the flap of the tent down to prevent them from getting any wetter.

Suddenly a scream sounded in the distance. Sawyer and Kate both jumped up. "Charlie, stay here," Sawyer commanded the younger boy and then turned to Kate. "Stay with him."

"But.."

Sawyer gave her a firm look, and she immediately took her seat next to Charlie again. The conman gave them once last glance before taking off in the direction the shriek had come from.

Charlie watched him leave then gently leaned back against the tent. His head was killing him again. Kate noticed and moved to help him get comfortable.

"Ta," he whispered before drifting off to sleep.

Ok. It's an itty bit longer than my previous chapters, and I would have kept going if it weren't for the fact that I promised someone I'd update one of my other fics this weekend as well. However, I'm going to be working on the next chappy tomorrow, so it just might be posted this weekend.