Family Reunion

Rating: PG-13 for Drug Use and Language

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything, just the plot.

Summary: "If you're not in this band, then what the bloody hell use are you?" What if Charlie wasn't the only Pace member on that fateful flight?

A/n: I know, it sounds corny, but I had the idea yesterday, and I like it. I hope you like it too. This takes place later on in the season and is most likely going to become and AU fic after the next episode, but oh well.

It's come to my attention that Charlie actually has two last names. xD. I went on multiple websites and I found Potts and Pace. But the majority seemed to be going with Pace so I am just gonna change that. Thank you to everyone who pointed that out!

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"Clinging"

Locke was an interesting person. And when the plane first crashed, I knew that this scary man would be the last person I'd be making friends with on this island. But once I got to know him, he was just a lunatic, but oddly enough, someone I found myself relating to more and more as the time went by.

He seemed to like to take me hunting for some reason. In my 27 short years of life, I never really had gone hunting. Music had always been my life. Then again, I was somehow always ended up being bait for one of Locke's crazy traps. At first it bugged me to the point of I would even talk to him. But now, it was just a rush. Sure it may scare the living daylights out of me, but a rush, just like the drugs.

It was just as harmful, sure I could die every time, but the odds always seemed to be in my favor right?

Locke seemed to remind me of the father that I had always wanted, rather than the one I had had. He was the guy that let you learn things on your on, but was always there to help if you got in any sort of trouble. And if he wasn't watching over you, he was the one standing next to you, screaming to do it again. That was the kind of father I always wanted.

"Locke," I said, slowly, unsure of opening the can of worms I planned on uncanning.

"Yes Charlie," he said, continuing to walk, but still looking at me.

"Well, I was just wondering," I said, pushing a vine out of my way, "That I've already told you pretty much every aspect of my past. Don't you have a past or anything?"

He turned around and stopped looking at me and quickened his pace.

"Locke," I said, quickening my pace to catch up to him.

"I'll tell you later Charlie," he said, before putting a finger up to his mouth as I heard a rustling. I turned in the direction of the rustling, and then turned around to see that Locke was no where to be found.

It all began. Hello, my name is Charlie Pace, bassist in Driveshaft, but more recently... bait.

I hate being alone in the forest or jungle or whatever it was. Locke was still around somewhere, keeping an eye on me, but it wasn't quite as comforting, seeing as I had no bloody clue where he was. I heard a stick break and turned in that direction. My breathing quickened.

"Locke, Locke!?"

Leaves rustling. "Locke?"

My breathing got even quicker. I was bloody terrified. More rustling.

Before I could stop myself, I turned around and broke out in a dead sprint. Luckily I did, because whatever it was was chasing me.

I turned around to look at the thing, and made quite possibly the worst mistake I could have made at that exact moment in time.

At that spilt second that I turned around, I tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground. I had seconds at the most before that thing was right at me. I knew I had to do something quick. So this was my substitute for the drugs. Bait. Wonderful.

I rolled to the side and found myself falling quite quickly, straight down. I grabbed onto something, I don't know what it was, but I was grabbing on. Luckily, the thing seemed to have passed me.

"Locke... Locke!?" I shouted as my grip began to slip. This could really be it. I could be dead in the next few minutes.

"Locke... someone... anyone!"

I heard no response at all. I looked down. The bottom seemed like it was so far away.

"If you're not in this band, then what the bloody hell use are you?"

So that was what was running through my mind at such a bloody wonderful time. I knew that that was the drugged up Liam talking, but it still hit hard. Sometimes I still feel as if the drugs made my older brother say exactly what was on his mind. He probably did mean that.

Since no one was coming to help me, I might as well try to help myself. I saw a solid piece of earth sticking out of the ledge. If I could get my other hand up there, I could quite possibly pull myself up. I began to swing myself to try to get enough momentum to get up there. The only thing I succeeded in was losing my grip even more.

"Someone, anyone! HELP!!!" I shouted. Where in the blazing blue hell was Locke? Why wasn't he somewhere nearby? Did he even know I never came?

My heart raced, my palms sweated. It only pushed the fact that this was it harder into my mind. I never thought that this was how I was going to die. I could think of so many other ways to die. Falling off a cliff wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

So much for getting Driveshaft back together. My grip slipped more. So much for hitting it big, then settling down and starting a family. "Is anybody out there?" So much for ever making up with Liam and the rest of my family.

The thing I was holding onto began to pull out of the cliff.

This was it. No one was going to help me. That was until I heard something.

"Charlie! Charlie?"

There was someone else there. Someone was coming to help me. "Over here!" I blurted out. Maybe I wasn't going to die. If they got here in the next... three seconds.

I looked up and looked into a pair of familiar crystal blue eyes. The only thing different about them was the missing glasses. In shock, I let go. My heart skipped a beat. I never thought I was going to see him since the outburst before I got on the plane.

"Baby brother,"

I was falling. It seemed like slow motion. I tried grabbing onto anything and everything. What was Liam doing here? Liam was here. Why was I not trying to help myself?

I spun around, falling though the air? "Liam?" I shouted before I landed on something hard. Sharp pain erupted everywhere and my vision clouded up. Bloody hell, I was going to die anyways. I felt it in the pit of my stomach.

Well, actually I didn't feel much of anything at all, but it was a feeling in my mind or something like that. Liam was here, and I was going to die.

"If you're not in this band, then what the bloody hell use are you?"

He didn't mean that. I knew he didn't mean that. That was the drugs talking. Oddly enough, that was the last thing to run through my mind before everything quickly went black and the pain went away.

"If you're not in this band, then what the bloody hell use are you?"

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A/n: I hope you liked it. I am working on Chapter 2 right now. Please don't kill me, I actually wrote this before I had a plot in mind. Now I have a definite plot in mind! :D