A/N: Okay…. So I think I did alright with Sayid's POV…. Now let's see if I can nail Charlie's confusion…. Well… read and review…. And enjoy! Kate

"When will we sing a new song?

A new song

When will we sing a new song?

A new song."

-Goodbye For Now by POD-

Charlie's POV

Charlie looked confused as he sat in the sand. He was waiting for Claire to come out of her tent so he could apologize. "I hope this'll help the situation dissolve," he whispered to himself.

Finally Claire came out of the tent holding Aaron.

"Hey Claire," said Charlie. "Uhhh… What do you want Charlie?" she asked turning around to face him. "Nothing. I just stopped by to say hey," he said. "Well, hey back to you. Now please go away," said Claire.

"Claire. I SWEAR I didn't know about the statue having heroine in it!" said Charlie following her around. "Charlie, I have to do some stuff, so will you please go away," she said. "Alright," said Charlie. He walked off moving towards the jungle.

He moved down the dirt path to the hatch. "Why can't she believe a lie?" he asked. 'Because she's not stupid.' Said a voice inside his. "Well, I knew she wasn't stupid," he said to himself out loud.

Finally he got to the hatch. He went inside, shutting the door behind himself.

"Bloody bastard. I'm an idiot!" he said to himself.

He kicked the wall and then hopped around on one foot holding his other foot.

"Ow!" he yelled. "Dude… You okay?" asked Hurley's voice. "Yeah… yeah… I'm fine. I'm just bloody idiot!" he said. "Why?" he asked. "Because I bloody freaking messed up and I'm a stupid asshole that won't stop bothering her," said Charlie. He was now just limping on one foot.

They sat down on chairs across from each other looking at records. "Cool. "So… what do you think about the tailies?" asked Hurley. "Eh… they're good," said Charlie. "What about that Libby chick? She's cute right?" asked Hurley. "Yeah… I guess. Hey… Do you think Claire's missing me yet?" he asked Hurley.

"Dude… it's been one day," said Hurley. 'Actually more like and hour,' thought Charlie.

The record player slowly played a song as they looked through more of the records.

"Well, I'm going to go," said Hurley.

"Alright. See yah Hurley," said Charlie.

Charlie finally got up and walked around, listening to the scratching of the record as it played the slow, sad song.

He still couldn't believe that there was a washer and a dryer, a fridge.

As he walked out of the hatch he noticed it was getting dimmer. "Must've been in there for a long time," said Charlie to no one but the wind and trees.

He walked down the path just in time to see the sun set completely. As the night got dimmer people built fires and talked about their day, eating little bits of fruit here and there.

And then there was a crack. Not like thunder or a gunshot, but one of a twig being broken. And then out of the jungle came the figure of Sawyer and someone else. The body of Kate. And then came Locke and Jack.

"What happened?" asked Charlie. "The others," said Locke. Charlie's face went blank. "Others?" he asked. "Yes Charlie, the others," said Locke walking away. Charlie just stared after him until seeing Claire standing there looking at him.

"Claire," said Charlie. "Charlie, just don't," said Claire. She moved away slowly and then disappeared behind the blue tarp that was her tent.

Charlie sighed. How would he ever be able to earn her trust? 'By telling the truth by first,' said the voice in his head. "Oh bug off," said Charlie under his breath.

Then it came to the funeral for Kate.

Claire spoke first.

"I wouldn't have ever talked to Kate if it weren't for our crash. I wouldn't have learned the truth about her if it weren't for this crash. And then I wouldn't have befriended her if weren't for this crash. Just over fifty days, we've all been here. And she helped us survive. She helped us live. She helped us love. She taught us things we couldn't possibly have learned if it weren't for her. My baby probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her. She delivered my baby. She helped me in anyway she could," said Claire. She was coming to tears now as she looked down at Aaron in her arms. "And that's one reason why I'll miss her."

After a few more speeches Charlie decided it was his turn to speak.

"How wonderful she was to me and to Claire. She had helped deliver Claire's baby. And yet she was supposed to be selfish. The marshals thought she was a murderer with no heart or feelings, but she wasn't. She was kind and generous, and always thought about others before herself," said Charlie. "She loved others, no matter what they did, or their past. And she was always a wonderful person. Always giving, never taking. I'll miss her."

And then the funeral was over to him. Jack's speech was the talk of the camp. Everyone had agreed that his speech was the best of all.

Charlie decided that now would be a good tome to check on Claire so he got up and moved towards the blue tarp that represented her home.

"Claire," said Charlie from the entrance of her tent. "What Charlie?" she asked. "Are you okay? I know this is really hard for you, and I know she was like a big sister to you," said Charlie. "Yes, I'm fine," said Claire. "Well, you know I'm here for you," said Charlie. "Charlie," she said standing up. "Yeah?" he asked turning back around to face her. "Do you have a secret stash of heroine in the jungle?" she asked. Charlie just stared at her for a minute before answering. "No Claire. I don't have a secret stash out in the jungle. Are you mad?" he said. Exactly what she had known he would say. "You're lying to me Charlie," she said shaking her head.

"How can I trust you if you lie to me?" she asked. Charlie just looked at her dumbstruck as she walked back to her tent and sat by Aaron's crib. Charlie looked hurt but walked away.

How come she couldn't trust him? Sure he was lying, but it was to get her trust back. Maybe lying wasn't the right thing to do in order to get trust back. But lying was what Liam had taught him to do if he was going to get in trouble. Of course Liam blamed him for most of the stuff, leaving the evidence under his pillow or under his bed or even in his hands when he was younger and not so smart.

But lying was all he knew. And lying was the best he could do.

A/N: Okay… this was a short chapter… but most of my chapters are about three pages long. So…. Well the next chapter is Mr. Eko's POV…. Yippee for me… the most difficult and mysterious person and I have to do his POV… oh well… I'll do my best…. Well please review and look forward to the next chapter which should be up soon (hopefully today) so please review more! Kate