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: Now back to real life... ish
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"Seeing Clear" (Part I)
I awoke to a stinging, biting pain everywhere. Not knowing what else to do, I groaned slightly and tried to open my eyes, but they seemed to be locked together. Once the stinging and biting went away, I just felt numb.
The cold numbness was horrible, I just wanted to open my eyes and figure out where I was.
"Charlie, you're up," I heard someone say. I knew that voice from somewhere, the question was where. "JACK, KATE, LOCKE!!!"
I felt a dull pain in my head. Stop bloody yelling. Once again, I tried to force my eyes open, with no avail. "Here, drink this," the person said. The voice, it was familiar from somewhere.
I heard movement around me, "Open your mouth," he said. If I couldn't open my eyes, how the hell would I be able to open my bloody mouth?
"Come on Charlie," they said. They then proceeded to force my mouth open and I felt a cool liquid pour into my mouth. I closed my moth for a second and swallowed it. It was cool and felt good going down.
I coughed slightly. When was the last time I had had water? The last thing I remember is... falling. Ouch. And Liam. Where was Liam? He had to be around here somewhere. I know that I saw him there! It wasn't just a hallucination!
"How long has he been awake?" I heard another voice say. That one seemed familiar, but this one I could place. Jack.
"A few minutes, tops," the other person said. His voice I still couldn't place.
"Did you give him some water?"
"Yeah, I don't think he's totally with it yet though."
I tried to open my eyes. Maybe I wasn't feeling the best, but I certainly was with it.
I felt a somewhat cool hand press on my forehead. "He isn't running a fever... come on Charlie, open your eyes."
I CAN'T!!! I coughed slightly again. "I... can't," I managed to say. Well, not say, it was more of a croaking noise, and it hurt.
"Yes you can Charlie," I heard Jack say. If only the man could bloody understand that I COULDN'T!! "Just try, Charlie. Don't make me have to do this for you."
Well bloody hell; just open my eyes for me. But just to see if I could, I tried anyways. It gave me a headache. But I felt my eyes slowly opening. "Good Charlie, just a little more." I felt this stickiness in my eyes, which was obviously keeping them glued shut.
It hurt. "You're almost there Charlie." This had to be one of the oddest feeling ever. Like when you were younger and accidentally glued your fingers together. That was what it felt like. I felt someone apply pressure to my eyes. How was that going to help?
Luckily, it worked and I felt my eyes creeping open more and more. Then, once they weren't sticking together anymore, they opened quite quickly. It felt good, but it burned a bit too. How long had it been since oxygen had hit them?
Better question, why could he only see outlines of figures?
"Good Charlie, good," said the one that was Jack. I didn't know exactly where he was, but he was somewhere.
I felt someone lift by up by the shoulders and put something behind me so I was sitting upright. The rest of my vision was coming back, slowly.
Going to rub my eyes to try to clear my vision, I felt a sharp pain go up my left arm. Jack must have seen me grimace because he answered immediately. "You hurt your wrist when you fell, don't expect to be doing anything with it anytime soon."
Once again, I groaned. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. Could they? Yes, they could. Everything could get worse, and just thinking that they couldn't get worse normally mean that they could and most likely would.
"Charlie, you're going to be fine, just don't exert yourself," Jack said. "Boone and I have to go find more eucalyptus; you'll be fine here alone, right?"
"Yeah," I managed to croak out. I felt like I was going to fall back asleep again, but the dull pain in my left wrist wouldn't let me. Then I realized who the person was whose name I couldn't really place. It was Boone. I didn't really know why I couldn't tell before, but who knows.
By now my vision was clear enough to see that I was in one of the caves, and that Boone and Jack were leaving. "Good, just don't go anywhere, okay," Jack said.
Yeah, like there was anywhere that I really could go. I kinda couldn't get up or anything. "Wait," I said. Jack turned around and looked at me. "Could I have my guitar?" I knew there was a pretty good chance that I couldn't play it, but I just wanted it to be there, if that made any sense.
"You do know you can't play it," Boone said. I hadn't heard him talk since my eyes opened.
I nodded. Of course I bloody well knew that. "I'm sorry Charlie, I can't," Jack said.
That made me angry. "I just want my bloody guitar! Is that so much to ask?"
Neither of them responded as they turned around and left. I felt so alone, and I hated being alone.
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I don't know how long I was there. People passed by me, acted as if I wasn't even there. Jack and Boone didn't come back for some strange reason.
Time seemed to pass slowly, maybe if I had my bloody guitar I would pass the time quicker, but since someone didn't want me to have it.
I yawned. Sleep was something that I had tried, and unfortunately, I couldn't fall asleep. Slowly, I closed my eyes, hoping once again, that sleep would come to my currently immobile body (I could move, I would just have trouble getting up).
I felt the effects of sleep coming on. Maybe this time I would actually fall asleep. Sleep, I could use it, even though I didn't know how long I had been 'asleep' between the fall and waking up.
Almost there, losing grip on consciousness... when suddenly I felt someone gently rock my shoulder, waking me up.
"Why the bloody hell did you wake me up?" I groaned, my voice mere whisper.
"We have to talk, come on..."
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A/n: And here ends Part I of "Seeing Clear" I will finish it up and post the rest. I apologize that this is short, but I am already suffering from slight writers block. I think I have gotten rid of it, but have the urge to start a new chapter. So this is one of those... to be continued! Now please... read and review!!
Harper's Pixie – But he might... I looooooove Charlie. Besides, what good would a Lost story be without Charlie.
Silver Mirror – haha.
kristin - hands over the peas Sorry about the peas thing, it is the fall play taking over my life. Haha! I said I didn't think I could. Maybe I just have something to prove to myself. Haha!
Szhismine – I kinda figured that. xD
Christina B – I know... poor Charlie!!
AA Battery – No... not Locke's wheelchair!! AHHHHH!!!
Huggeroftrees – that was the point.
frodosam4ever – There is also the point that I have serious issues writing in third person. Haha. Originally this story was 3rd person, but...
orange-tide – Yah. I asked you if you read chapter 2 of my story and you just like... uh yeah... xD... and the other one didn't make any sense since, well... no one knows who the hell Alex is. Teehee!
Diedbysuicide – Will doish...