A/N: I'M STILL NOT GETTING ANY REVIEWS! COME ON!!!

-Very pissed off Jackie-

Charlie tried to tackle Ethan to the ground, but he got to Amy before he even had a chance to move. In a split instant she was unconcious on the ground, and Claire let loose a loud, piercing scream. Charlie ran to Claire's side and pushed her behind him, but Ethan was there once again. He grabbed Charlie by the throat with one hand and knocked pinched the pressure point on Claire's shoulder near her neck. She instantly collapsed on the ground and Charlie struggled to get free.

"NO!" He yelled out, kicking and punching any part of Ethan that he could still see.

Ethan spun him around and slammed him up against a tree. Charlie gasped and clawed at Ethan's tight fingers cutting off oxygen to his lungs.

"You are going to come with me, you are going to carry her," He pointed to Amy. "And you are not going to make a sound."

He loosened his grip on Charlie's neck and Charlie fell gasping and panting for breath. Once he regained his composure, Ethan scooped Claire up into his arms and turned expectantly toward Charlie, who didn't move. He was frozen to the ground, unsure of what to do.

"Let me put this is simplier terms," Ethan hissed, pulling out a gun from his back pocket. "You either pick her up now and follow me, or I blow her frigging brains out."

Charlie stared for a moment more, his mind racing, but finally bent down and gathered Amy up into his arms. Ethan gestured for Charlie to start walking first, and he did as he was told. They moved at a quick pace, their destination completely unknown to him. Amy was heavy in his arms, almost to the point that it felt like they were going to break in two. But he remained calm and composed. If he didn't, either Claire or Amy was going to die. He wouldn't let that happen, not to either of them. Claire...even her name sounded sweet on his tounge. Her beautiful face, her elegance, her grace. Also, her stubbornness and her confidence. She was so unlike all the other "relations" he had in the past. They had all loved him because he was a rockstar, or because they wanted some of his drugs. But Claire...no Claire liked him for who he was. Charlie Pace, the guy that was nice to her while they all struggled to survive on this potentially dangerous island. And then there was Amy...why was she so quiet? Why would she never say a word? The quieter she was, the more he wanted to know about her. She was an obsessed Driveshaft fan, yet she didn't act in the strange way that any normal teenager would if they had met him. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew that they would probably never be answered. But as they say, silence is bliss.

Ethan pulled ahead of Charlie and pressed a finger to his lips before gesturing up the hill he expected Charlie to climb up. It was steep, and quite muddy, one could easily slip and get hurt trying to go up it. But he would do anything...everything that would prevent Claire or Amy from getting hurt by Ethan's hand. Anything. Everything.

"Let's go." Ethan hissed. "Your god damn friends are right on our tail."

Oh thank bloody God, Charlie thought to himself. Thank you God Locke. If anybody could come and help out with this, it was the world's freakiest bounty hunter. Charlie carefully climbed up the hill and set Amy down on the ground beside the spot where Ethan had set Claire down.

"Stay here." Ethan hissed before disappearing behind some trees.

It was from the tape from his fingers that Charlie had placed along the way that they had been traveling. Even when Ethan had gone backwards in his own tracks, Charlie left tape in the right paths. The letter "E" was the only one left that he could sacrifice before he would have to start with Amy's hand warmers/gloves. She would be pissed when she woke up, but hopefully he could convince her to be grateful that she was still alive. Rain began to pour down heavily upon his head, and also on the heads of the two unconcious girls. Amy seemed to love the rain. She was always standing in it or sitting in it. For what reason he could never really be sure. And what was with her no shoes policy? Charlie bent over and examined the cuts and blisters all over the bottom of her feet, that could possibly cause an infection. If he had to force it, he would get a pair of shoes on her feet. He vowed it. He looked towards the woods ahead of him. He could make a break for it. But, it was impossible for him to carry both Claire and Amy, and that would mean leaving one of them behind. That, he could never do. After a few moments the rain had ceased, and Ethan was back, his eyes wild with fury. He grabbed a bunch of vines off of one of the trees and began to tie them together in a sturdy not.

"Oy, what are you doing?" Charlie demanded, eyes wide as he saw the noose being formed. "You can't hang either of them! They're both pregnant!"

Ethan said nothing as he threw one of the vines behind one of the trees. Charlie came closer and gave Ethan a hard shove toward the ground. If the others were close behind, then they could help get Amy and Claire out of here. All he had to do was stall. Ethan tore a piece of cloth off his shirt and made sure it was sturdy.

"It's not for them Charlie," He said quietly with a malevolent smile.

He twisted Charlie's arms behind his back and then tied the cloth over Charlie's eyes.

"-It's for you."

Charlie felt the vines around his neck and suddenly, they were constricing his windpipe and he felt his feet leave the ground. He twisted around wildly and grabbed at his throat, trying desperatly to free the force that was slowly taking his life force away.

"I told you to just do as you were told Charlie!" Ethan's taunting voice rang in his ears.

No, please God no. Charlie tried to free himself, but his breath now could only come in short, rapid gasps. He was getting away! Ethan was going to get away with Amy and Claire! No no no no no! But just as his final breath passed through his lips and he stopped struggling, he heard a soft voice, so meledious, so beautiful, whisper...

"Charlie...?"

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My head was throbbing so violently I thought it was going to explode. God damn it. Why was I always getting hit in the head? Out of all the places to recieve an injury, my head must have had a fricking bullseye on it. I had to blink a few times to get my vision back in order, but I could see Ethan standing beneath somebody, something, with Claire in his arms.

"I told you to do just as you were told Charlie!" Ethan hissed.

I looked up and made out the outline of Charlie dangling off the ground, some sort of vine like thing around his neck. It took a few seconds for it to register in my brain that Charlie was being hung, he was dying! I grabbed hold of the tree branch behind me and pulled myself up onto my feet. Ethan spun around to stare at me, his eyes flaring and his mouth twisted. He looked toward the trees, then back at me.

"I'll be back for you, you hear?"

And with that he disappeared, Claire in his arms. No, no he couldn't take her...

My vision flared in and out, but I found myself standing underneath Charlie barely moving body. I seized hold onto one of his feet as if to pull him down in my delirious state.

"Charlie..."

He stopped moving altogether, and his hands dropped away from his throat. He was dead. Charlie was dead. My vision blurred again, but this time, hot tears slowly rolled out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I held tightly onto his foot, ignoring the blood I felt rolling down the sides of my face, mixing with my tears. No Charlie, please don't leave me alone. Please. Charlie please no. I couldn't take this, not again. I collapsed on the ground, my fingers still locked onto his checkered Vans. The trees in to the side of me suddenly parted, and Jack and Kate were there. Kate's eyes went horrifyingly wide while Jack ran at Charlie. He lifted Charlie up as if to help him breathe and then gasped to Kate;

"You got to cut him down!"

"O-ok." She stammered, climbing up one of the trees.

Charlie was down a moment later and I fell back, gasping and panting and grasping at Kate's fingers as Jack tried to recisitate Charlie.

"Amy, it's ok, it's ok Amy..." She tried to assure me through her tears. "JACK STOP!"

I could barely get enough air into my lungs as I squeezed her fingers tightly.

"Come on Charlie!" Jack shouted. "COME ON!"

"JACK STOP! HE'S GONE!" Kate rounded on him.

I put my hands over my ears and tried to slow my tears. Why Charlie? Why did this happen to him? Why...why was it that all the people around me who I got attached to die? Kate was still sobbing as she examined the other lump on my head.

"COME ON CHARLIE!" Jack was pounding hard on Charlie's chest, with every ounce of available strength he had between gasps.

But when all hope seemed pointless, Charlie suddenly gasped loudly. I pushed Kate's hands out of the way and pulled myself over to Charlie's side. His fingers locked onto Jack's shirt as he gasped, his eyes wide and he stared around at his surroundings as he tried to adjust to what had just happened.

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We made our way back to the camp and were soon their by nightfall. Boone had gone off with Locke looking for me, but out of all the people I trusted Boone to be with, it was Locke. Charlie sat still as stone by the fire, as silent as I was. His eyes watched the fire lick at the wood, his fingers tense against his knees. I sat beside him, my fingers tense around a bottle of water. Jack had already confronted the two of us about what had happened, but neither of us could give a description as to what had transpired.

"Boone's not back yet." Shannon came up behind me.

I turned to face her, that horrified expression she had on her face. I took her hand gently and sat her down next to me.

"I mean, he's shouldn't be gone this long!"

I squeezed her fingers gently and then felt a sharp kick against my stomach wall. I jumped slightly, but guided Shannon's fingers over to the bump. She laughed nervously, tracing the foot with her finger as I released them. After a few more minutes she got up and went to talk with Kate, and I turned my attention back on Charlie. I slid down on the ground next to his knees and picked up my guitar Hurley had handed to me earlier. I strummed some of the strings to make sure it sounded right at first, and once assured, I began to play. It was a soft song, something I had made up about a year after Jude had been murdered. I had words to it one of my many notebooks, but this one was special. The thick binding with brown strands that kept it tied together. I set the notebook down in his lap and continued to play. He didn't look at it at first, but then curiosity seemed to take over. He glanced down at the paper, his eyes scanning the notes and the words.

"You wrote this?" His voice was scratchy.

I only nodded as my fingers traveled across the thick strings. But Charlie closed the book and set it back down on my lap. He turned his back on me and within moments he was sound asleep. I sighed deeply and set my guitar to the side, staring down at the buldge in my stomach.

He/She was growing, and I needed to come up with names. Maybe Charlie had some good ones...

A/N: I'm getting really pissed that I'm not getting any more reviews then two! To the few people who are reviewing, thank you. I sooo much appreciate it. To those who aren't, WTF?!?! You have set my story to your alert list so you know when I update, so why not review?

-Jackie-