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: This is my attempt at creating a back story for the back story we were given. It is all in flashback. I hope you like! It is a bit odd, and was interesting to write. I hope you likey! And I'd like to thank everyone that pointed out the mistake in Charlie's last name, but the lost site I go on a lot said it was Potts, and I believed them.

I also don't believe that this chapter has anything to do with actual plot (as of now), but I just wanted to torture you... Thanks to all my wondrous reviewers. This was my first attempt at a Lost fic so... This chapter is kind of a story inside of a story.

One final thing.. I know, I know... but this is just a quick overview. Later in the story I hope to go back and go further into some of the things I mentioned, but this is just meant to be a breif overview to be expanded upon later. Now you can read. Sorry!

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"Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned"

"Oh come on Paul. They're old enough, if they want to do this, they can," I heard my mother say. This wasn't out of the ordinary. I had just turned 18, and the band that I had started with my older brother and some of our friends was becoming a quick hit.

"No! Neither of them is any where bloody near being mature enough to do this!" My father spat angrily. My mum and dad were always fighting with each other. No wonder me and Liam both turned to music. It was an outlet.

"Paul, both are amazingly talented, both with your musical talents," my mum pleaded with him. She was always taking our side to things, while my father was too drunk to care about anyone but himself.

"I said no, and that is final!" he shouted. I heard the beer bottle hit the table hard and the sound of the chair scratching across the hardwood kitchen floor. It was amazing the things you heard when you were not supposed to be listening. The floor creaked slightly as dad got up.

"They're both legally allowed to leave; there is nothing you can do to stop it. Liam is already out on his own. Let Charlie move in with him, get this band of theirs up off the ground."

"NO! AND THAT IS FINAL!" he shouted. I heard the horrible sound of skin on skin as he hit mum hard. He never used to be like this. It had only really started when Liam moved out and he started drinking heavily. It scared me a lot.

It was at that moment that I knew I had to get out of the house. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't do anything to stop him. Take the beer, he'd buy more. Try to stop him; he'd beat the shit out of me instead. I wish there was something I could do.

As quietly as I could, I slipped my jacket on and pulled some money out of his wallet and slipped out of the house. I never talked civilly to my father after that.

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I moved in with Liam and the rest of the band. We had decided a while ago on the name Driveshaft. It was a good name for a band. I never told Liam about what happened, or why I left. He must have thought that I had mum and dad's consent, which of course I didn't. It had been a year since I had talked to my father. I called mum quite frequently. Things only seemed to have gotten worse for her.

As much as I tried to convince her to get out, she couldn't leave him. I couldn't understand why.

The band didn't get off the ground too quickly. We had to work hard to get any place to let us play. The lyrics weren't any good; neither were the chord progressions or anything. It was all so bloody horrible.

That was until the worst thing to ever happen, happened.

The band was having a late night jam session. We were actually doing quite good. The lyrics were fitting in perfectly and there was this connection that I felt that I hadn't felt before.

The phone rang and slowly the sounds of Liam singing and the guitars and drums faded away as Liam walked over to answer the phone.

"Hullo?" he asked. "What do you mean...? That isn't' possible!" I didn't like the tone of his voice. It made me nervous. The only time he ever talked like that was when grand mum... oh shit.

I put my guitar down on the chair and walked over towards Liam who had just hung up the phone. He pulled me into a tight hug. "What is it Liam?" I asked. I wanted to know so badly what had gotten him so upset.

"She died Charlie. Mum's gone."

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A few days later Liam and I and the rest of the band were at her funeral. They said that she had killed herself. As much as I didn't want to believe that, if I had to put up with him for that long I probably would have done it too. But she seemed fine the last time I talked to her.

The funeral was somber. Depressing actually. Dad showed up, and Liam didn't understand why I walked away when he came over to talk to us. He ultimately killed her. I walked outside, hoping that nobody would follow me. I bummed a cigarette off of someone. I was never one to smoke, but it really did relieve the stress, and it wasn't as if I was addicted, just as another stress release. But before I could even light the cigarette I heard the door open.

Unfortunately, he followed me out of the funeral home. I continued to walk away from him. Couldn't he get the hint that I didn't want to talk to him?

"Charlie!" he said. Well, for once in his bloody life he wasn't drunk. I stopped and turned around to look at him. Our eyes met and I felt this surge of hatred fill me up. I hated him so much. He walked towards me. "I'm really sorry Charlie, can you-"but I never gave him the chance to finish.

I ran towards him in hope of tackling him to the ground. It wasn't that hard, probably because I felt so much hatred. Once he was on the ground I started punching him, many of them he blocked, but it felt so good. "You killed her!" I shouted, still trying to punch him. "You fucking killed her you bastard!"

Before I got to try anything more, I felt someone pulling me off of him. It was Liam. "Charlie, calm down," he whispered in my ear.

I wanted to ignore him so bad. He didn't know how much I hated him. How much I just wanted to strangle every bloody breath of life out of the git!

I saw some other people help my dad up. My eyes followed him as he brushed himself off and stumbled off. I felt Liam's grip harden as I fought to chase after him. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I had never felt more hatred run though me.

"Take some deep breaths man."

Deciding it would be better for me to just listen to my brother and calm down, I took a few deep breaths. I stopped struggling and just let my muscles relax.

Things were never quite the same since then.

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The years following that we're better than any of us could have hoped. Liam for some odd reason never questioned me about why I got so mad at my dad, and in some ways I was glad about that.

Yet I noticed something really strange about Liam. After getting the recording contract, the whole thing seemed to be going to his head. He used to tell me all the time that "I was bloody Driveshaft." Now all he seemed to care about was where we were going to go next and how many 'chicks' were going to be there.

I almost wanted to walk away so many times, but I held it back. The band was doing amazingly, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. Everyone except me it seemed. I'm not saying that I wasn't having fun. Of course I was, but I kept a grip on reality.

Neither Liam or I had heard from dad since the funeral fight that I tried so badly to erase from my memory. That was until he showed up at one of our concerts. Needless to say, it didn't go very well.

My memory of the whole thing isn't really that good. Trying to erase this one actually kinda worked. But he showed up mainly trying to apologize to me again.

"Charlie, come on, just accept his apology and move on!" Liam kept trying to convince me to let things pass. But he didn't understand.

"You don't get it Liam, do you? You are missing some pieces of the story that you never heard!" I snapped somewhat angrily, the entire situation was making me so angry.

He grabbed my shoulders and looked me directly in the eye like he had done before. "You can tell me,"

"He hit her Liam!" I shouted angrily, letting it all out. "You left and everything went... went nuts! Now do you see why I can't forgive him!?" I stormed out. I needed some alone time, I let the 'big secret' out and as much relief as I felt, I had this nagging pain that I couldn't understand.

We never heard from dad again.

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Once again, things changed. Liam changed, for the worse. I can't exactly explain it, but he went back to being the power hungry rocker that didn't care about anything except getting drunk and being with different girls every night.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him.

I knew something other than just emotions had to be affecting him. He wouldn't just act like that on his own. Ron (our drummer) swore that he had to be on something. I didn't really believe him until the one night when we were playing and he started singing the chorus that I was supposed to sing.

I tried to talk to him after the show, but he was with some girls. What else is new? It wasn't about the music anymore. It was about him. That was all he bloody cared about.

That was the first time I used it. I don't even know why I did it, but I did? And what did I feel? Nothing? No, I felt something. But it wasn't the nagging pain, or the hatred, the feeling of being scared or being left in the dark. But it was relaxing.

Driveshaft broke up after that. The only thing that stands out in my memory from that was Liam getting so mad at me.

"No one cares about the sodding bass player!"

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

I went from being Driveshaft, to being useless, to being a junkie.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

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A/n: Just a little background that I hope you liked. If you didn't still review. Next chapter we'll get back into present-land and find out exactly what is going on. Teehee.

Oh yes, sorry if I screwed up the one quote from the show. My parents have taken over the TV and I can therefore not watch it to double check. If it is wrong, I will go back in and edit it. Thanks to my reviewers... I really appreciate all of you:

Randomly-lost – thanks. As I said before, I had conflicting information, and checked with my friend and she said Potts, but since most people think it is Pace, I changed it. :D

szhismine – Wow as in good, or wow as in bad? xD Yeah, I edited that. Thanks.

kristin – I don't have the ability to kill my favorite characters. I think I did it twice before. Yeah twice. And I couldn't finish writing after I killed them. xD

AA Battery – Thanks.

huggeroftrees – I love your user name. xD. By the time I got your review, I was almost completely finished with Chapter 2.

frodosam4ever – Muchas gracias!

Legilmalith – Suspicious? halo held up by devil horns It'll get worse, trust me.

Harper's Pixie – whoever said his brother was actually there?

Now please review, or no peas for you!