Yes! I am back, rewritten and rejuvinated. Back in the LOTF vibe. Yeah...actually I'm still fangirling over Spring Awakening (pm me if you want a full scale review of it). So, yeah, I'm going to shamelessly broadcast The Challenges of Love by: This Obsession is Contagious. It's pretty epic, and I have an OC in it :)

Anywho, I'd like to give a little thanks to the makers of Knowing (the new movie with Nicolas Cage). The lead was named Lucinda and she was a little crazy, so I was happy with that. Plus, the rabbits lived! I wouldnt suggest seeing that movie. It was sad because EVERYONE died. Not just the leads, but EVERYONE!

This chapter is dedicated to four important people: My oldest fan:Felix the Eeveetrainer, My newest fan: ElectricBonBonn, My biggest fan: CaptainNoya and my long lost twin: Thisobsessioniscontagious

I love you all:

Chapter Fourteen— As Long as You're Mine

Trudging up the path with an angry scowl on his face, Jack turned his head and stared down into the jungle. They'd hunted just an hour ago, and Ralph seemed pretty into it, but now the fair boy was back to his distant self. Not really caring about the answer, Jack wondered what was up with Ralph. Was he really shaken up so badly about the sighting of the beast? He didn't seem shaken last night. He didn't seem anything last night... what was up with him?

Easily shrugging off the pain of another, the redhead continued on, now being the lead of the expedition. The chief had trailed behind about halfway through the journey, not even talking to Simon or Samn'eric. Jack was honestly beginning to think that Ralph was a total dead-end. No! He spent time, meaningful sodding time, on Ralph. He was not going to let the damn moron's little pity-fest change his mind. Nah, he'd change Ralph's mind…but…how…?

"Uggh…damn him…" Jack mumbled, not having the patience or the enthusiasm to go over to the fair boy and slap him upside the head. Eyes widening at the idea that suddenly flashed through his head, a smirk twisted onto Jack's lips as he turned back around, jabbing his spear into the earth, so that everyone knew he was stopping. Lazily, he pointed over at the currently setting sun. "It's getting dark."

"Oh," Ralph spun around, eyes not lighting up properly as he turned to stare at the sun. It was enough emotion, for now. "We should head back! For Lucinda and Piggy!" Perfect. Jack fought back a smirk as he fixed his blue eyes into a glare.

"Of course." He snarled, turning himself away as he pulled his spear out of the ground. "Precious Lucinda and Piggy, your BFF's." He rolled his eyes, causing silence to fall, like a blanket over the group of hunters. "Whatever, just sodding go, I can hunt alone." He was counting on Roger for this plan to work. Roger was smart, Roger was sensible; Roger would know not to open his damn mouth and let Jack sulk for long enough to trigger the guilt in Ralph. "Well, go ahead!" The redhead turned around to glare at the group.

Not seeming to understand, the littluns ran away, some in fear of Jack, some in fear of the beast and some just too lazy to continue the hunt. Maurice followed, shrugging and Samn'eric joined the group, terrified of another encounter with the creature from hell. Shaking his head, Simon turned to Ralph.

"I'll tell Piggy and Lucinda." He smiled smoothly, receiving a thank you from Ralph and then taking off. Roger, Jack and Ralph. Perfect. Or not. Silence stayed until, Roger—genius that he was—made a move as if he were about to leave too, when Ralph finally sighed, loudly.

"Jack, please." He pleaded, walking slowly over to the red head, placing a hand on his shoulder. The urge to smirk dominated Jack's lips and wow; he was so glad that Ralph wasn't looking at him. It actually took the hunter a moment to compose himself and put on a scowl before turning to the object of his affections.

"Please what Ralph? I'm not the one who can change your obsessive protectiveness over your girlfriend and that fat-ass lard." He said, giving Ralph a half-pleading, half-pissed look. Neither however noticed when Roger tensed at the word 'girlfriend'.

"I'm just trying to remind you guys that they're still here, we can't just ditch them." Man, what a wet blanket. Ralph was going to have to get over this phase; he'd be no fun at hot parties if he was always like this.

"Whatever. I'm going to search the mountain, to hunt the beast. You can do whatever you need to, Rog," Jack turned to his second in command, who sat, looking bored on the large rock nearest to Ralph. The dark boy peaked one slate grey eye open to stare at the red head. "Stand guard." Translation: if you let Ralph leave, I will sodding kill you. Roger understood, for he nodded and then slumped down, laying his head on the rock and letting his lanky form relax on the ground.

Staring between the two boys, Ralph realized that he had an ultimatum in front of him, something that he wasn't too thrilled in having. He could either, A: Go with Jack, deal with his taunting but keep him close, something that seemed a little too appealing or, B: Go to Lucinda, the one who he could always count on, however if he chose that one, he'd certainly loose Jack for good. Knowing what would be the best for everyone, Ralph left behind all thoughts of the huts and his best friend, to follow Jack to the top of the mountain.

"Jack, wait!" Ralph called after, not knowing that a smirk alit Jack's features. Composing himself quickly, Jack turned around, eyebrow quirked. "I…I wanna come with you." Ralph decided, walking over to Jack and picking up one of the spears that the littluns left on the ground. Turing back around so that Ralph wouldn't notice that he was smiling from ear to ear, Jack nodded and tightened his grip on the spear.

"Alright, then let's go." And with that, the two boys were off to the mountain, leaving Roger on the large rock. It was like a castle, a castle of rocks, the dark boy noticed, staring down. Taking a small rock in his left hand, he chucked it out to the ocean, watching as it flew out of seeing distance. Roger had always been a sharp shooter, but time on the island had only improved his aim. He picked up a slightly larger rock and walked to the edge of the castle like structure. He dropped the rock into the ocean watching it clunk into the water. He smirked at the collision and his eyes narrowed slightly. There was some slightly sick pleasure that he took in watching the rock collide with something. If only there was something solid… squinting his eyes, he spun around and threw another rock at a fat, annoying looking rock. It hit, square in the center of the rock and the impact split it in the center. He grinned at this. The rock was fat enough to annoy the ever living out of him; it deserved to get hit, right?

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"It's getting dark."

So far, that was the seventh nonchalant comment Ralph had made and already Jack was ready to snap his spear in half. He hated that the fair boy was treating him like some lame acquaintance, it was ridiculous, it was… Jack whirled around, coming face to face with Ralph.

"Yes, Ralph, it is dark. Yes Ralph, it is warm. Yes Ralph, this mountain is tall. Yes Ralph, I'm tired too! Any other sodding stupid comments that you wanna make?" Jack snapped, using the full force of his ice blue eyes to intimidate Ralph. The other male's eyes bulged open and his mouth dropped a little bit, completely shocked at Jack's sudden outburst.

"Um…"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He dropped the spear and grabbed Ralph's face tight in his hands. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, looking away from him, but still cupping his face.

"Jack…" Ralph mumbled.

"Oh, just sod it! I don't even know if I care anymore!"

"Care about what?" But Ralph didn't get a verbal answer. Jack pressed his lips against the fair boy's in the most forceful way he could manage, tangling his hands into Ralph's hair and closing the distance between the two before pulling away.

Feeling absolutely nothing from finally getting his desires if Ralph wasn't even into it, Jack turned away, stomping off in the opposite direction, only to feel a hand on his shoulder a moment later. Feeling completely livid, Jack whipped around, and it actually took him a moment to realize that two soft lips were pressed against his. Ralph. Jack smiled into the kiss, cupping Ralph's face between his hands and sliding his tongue quickly into his mouth. And, like when he apologized, Ralph became putty in his hands.

With Jack's fingers intertwined in his dirty hair, Ralph pinched his wide eyes shut, grabbing at the other boy's shoulders, pulling him tight, feeling incredibly vulnerable. This was what he wanted. Never Lucinda, never her, never anyone else. Every other girlfriend he'd ever had was nothing in this moment. He loved Jack, as he had never loved anyone. It seemed, as though, something inside of him had awakened when Jack kissed him. He'd given so much to Lucinda, so much to the littluns, so much to Piggy and everyone else that he'd said 'screw it' to himself. He had given himself to the people and when Jack kissed him, he got to be happy. He got to be selfish, and ridiculous and fun and no one would be upset with him.

Finally, the two pulled apart, both desperate for air. Ralph grabbed onto Jack's torso for support, pulling him into an awkward hug of sorts as he breathed long, jagged breaths. However, finally out of the small daze that they were in for their kiss, the two noticed how dark it was.

Black as ink.

Dead silent

Why hadn't Roger came to get them, was something wrong? Jack abruptly pulled apart from Ralph, senses coming back to full force as he listened for something, any sort of sign that someone was around. Ralph opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced when Jack held up his finger, signaling for silence.

Silence. Never had either boy been afraid of what may be lurking on the island until now.

"Jack?" Ralph finally spoke, feeling himself close back up, slowly as his fight or flight senses kicked in.

"It's nothing. Just…weird…" Jack mumbled grabbing Ralph's wrist and pulling him along, in the direction Roger was waiting. "Come on, your precious Lucinda'll be pretty pissed if we keep you any longer." Jack grinned and Ralph smiled slowly as well. As much as he disliked the way Jack viewed Lucinda, at least he didn't refer to the female as Ralph's girlfriend, again.

With their defenses back down again, the two headed off, back down and as they approached Roger, there was suddenly a heavy breathing noise. A husky, shallow, noise that none of the boy's could have emitted. It was the heavy breathing of an asthmatic, a chain smoker or something along those lines.

"Jack?" Ralph asked, again, right before the noise of a fight. Like something was tangling with the trees, and then a crash and the breathing was louder, closer…practically behind them. Another noise, one that none of the boys could distinguish, and then Roger.

"Jack, Ralph? You've gotta get the bloody hell out of there!" It wasn't hysterical, Roger was never hysterical, but he was certainly frightened. Another noise and then running. Running like hell.

Jack, Ralph and Roger, down the mountain side, tripping, stumbling and flat out falling, but never stopping. The island might've sent a dent to their personality, but none of them wanted to die.