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: Wow… fanfic has been down for a while. It would be funny if I would just finish this before it even came up. That would be why I am typing it now… instead of later once I actually get to post Chapter 5.

This chapter is dedicated to Dave Thomas, because he kicks ass!!!

WOW!!! It is letting me post Chapter 5 FINALLY!!!!

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"Face to Face"

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My eyes slowly opened again. Was I still alive? The last thing I remembered… was being sucked into the ground and hearing Liam then being able to breathe while I was surrounded by soil. Nothing that happened on this island made any bloody sense anymore. I tried to look around, but I couldn't really make anything out. Maybe I was dead.

I moved my hands up to my eyes to try and wipe the sleep out of them. The stinging sensation returned. I had completely forgotten about that stupid wrist. But the pain must have meant that I was alive. The question was where the hell was I?

Slowly, my eyes drifted shut. It was so warm, and so musty. It was more of a relaxing close than the sudden abrupt ones. I didn't know how long my eyes were closed since I may have drifted off to sleep, but I felt someone shaking me awake.

"Charlie, Charlie," he said. It sounded a lot like Liam. I opened my eyes to see a dull orangeish-yellow blob and some other fuzzy shapes. Before I could stop myself, I groaned.

Liam (I was pretty sure it was Liam) chuckled. "G'morning baby brother," he said. So it was Liam. I wasn't hallucinating before. With my good arm, I rubbed my eyes and it helped me clear my vision.

The orangeish-yellow blob was a fire (which as probably why it was so warm) as well as some movement across from me and I still could focus of them. "Liam?" I asked again.

Silence answered. I looked across the fire and found myself locking eyes with him. The flames echoed through them. "Liam?" I asked. It looked so much like Liam and sounded so much like Liam, it had to be Liam.

"Yes Charlie…" he asked, diverting his attention to the fire rather than at me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, speaking the first thing that came to my mind.

More silence. He continued to look at the fire rather than at me. Silence. "Liam?" I asked again, trying to get him to talk.

"They're all dead Charlie," he stated simply. "They're all dead!" He continued looking at the fire.

"What?" I asked, being completely confused. "Who… who is they?"

"Everyone is dead Charlie," he repeated. More awkward silence. This whole thing made absolutely no bloody sense. Liam was here saying that everyone as dead. I didn't know how or why he was here.

We sat there in more silence. I had to try to put everything together in my head. Liam was here for some unknown reason, babbling about how everyone was dead. He still hadn't answered my question.

I decided to break the silence. "Liam… why are you here?" I asked again. I heard him sigh as his eyes moved up to meet mine. There was a split second of eye contact before he looked back down at the flames. "Liam!" I repeated. It wasn't like my brother to not talk.

He sighed again. "I was on the plane Charlie. I took what you said into consideration, and the more I thought about it, and the more I talked about it with my wife, the more we decided that you need me, and my help."

I felt like blurting in and saying how I didn't need him and that I had been doing just fine without him, but he continued talking.

"So I rushed to the airport and there was still a first class ticket, so I bought it Charlie, because I needed to talk to you… but I was running so late that I just made the plane. I wasn't allowed to move around until take off was complete and you know how I am during take off.

I chuckled slightly. Liam always had a tendency to fall asleep on take off. It was something I knew would I would never be able to explain, but it always happened. I nodded. But before I could get a word in edgewise—

"Well, the next thing I remember, some old lady was waking me up, that we were experiencing bad turbulence or some ruddy thing like that, and then everything plunged into… into darkness. The plain crashed…"

I took this brief pause to talk, "Wait Liam… You said you were in the front of the plane, but everyone in the front of the plane died Liam… they were all dead. I saw them, all of their bodies." I shuttered slightly at the memory of what had happened.

I heard rustling and looked up to see that Liam was no longer sitting across from me. I had never realized that my vision had even gone to the fire. "Liam?" I asked, looking around to try and find him. He seemed to have just disappeared. I held my breath, trying to hear footsteps, but it was too late. He sat down next to me. I jumped slightly.

"I know they all died Charlie," he said simply.

I sighed, not knowing what else to say. "Liam, if they all died… then why are you still alive?" I really didn't want to know the answer of that question.

He shrugged. I couldn't see him too well, but I knew he shrugged; it was just this… thing. "I ask myself that all the time."

That helped a lot. We both sat in silence for a while. There wasn't much to say. My brain was busy trying to process what it had just gotten. So everyone in the front of the plane died except for Liam? But how was he able to escape alive? It didn't really make any bloody sense.

This time it was him who broke the silence. "Charlie, are you still hooked?"

I laughed slightly and shook my head, hoping that he would get the picture. "Locke found out and didn't really like it that much, so he helped me through detox and everything else," I said simply.

"Locke?" Liam asked, sounding a bit nervous, "You mean there are others?"

I chuckled again. "Yeah, forty-six or somewhere around that."

I heard him mumbled something under his breath, that I couldn't quite make out. Then things went back to silence. There sure wasn't much to say, that was for sure. A few days ago, I never thought that I'd see him again, then I saw him, blacked out, and now I was talking to him… face to face. It was all a lot to take in.

"How's your uh… family?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. I hadn't really had a decent conversation with him in a long time, and now that I was trying to start one, it was a lot harder than I thought.

"I don't know," he said quickly. "I guess they're fine. I mean I was on a plane crash and everyone thinks we are dead. So I guess they're not doing to great now."

What he said made me think. How did he know that everyone thinks that we were dead? We hadn't been gone that long had we? How long had I been on the bloody island? Was it one of those odd time passing things where time went slower or faster than it did in the world around us? Had years passed back home?

A burst of air came out of me.

"What is it Charlie?" Liam asked.

"Nothing," I responded, "Just thinking."

Once again, my thoughts ventured to Claire? Was she worried about me? Did she (or anyone else for that matter) notice that I was even gone? The thought wasn't the greatest, and it made me feel sick. There were a lot of awkward silences in this conversation, if it could even be counted as a conversation.

A sick feeling began in the pit of my stomach. It was one of those worrying feelings, that you couldn't get rid of, and it made you sick. I didn't quite know what I was worried about (what with all the giant polar bears and monsters and all the other mysteries of the island), but it was making me sick.

"Charlie, are you all right?" Liam asked. He must have somehow known that I wasn't feeling too good.

"No," I said simply. The worrying feeling seemed to spark when I thought of Claire. Was it a sign? Was she going into labor? What was I doing in a cave like this?

"What's wrong Charlie?"

I used my good arm and the wall behind me to get up. I hit my head on the low ceiling. Where the bloody hell were we?

"I need to get out of here Liam. I need to get out of here, now." I said, not knowing the panic that was coming out of me.

"Charlie, there is no way to get out of here. I don't even know how I got down here. I was sucked down through the ground."

My breathing got heavy as I fell back down to the hard ground. I hated this bloody island. I just had this feeling that something bad was happening and I needed to go and stop or do something.

"Liam, you don't understand, I need to get out of here, and it's an emergency!"

That got him thinking (I think). "Charlie, what's the emergency?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But I think something really really bad is going to happen, soon." I began coughing. All the smoke and the dense air was getting to me, and with me breathing so heavily, I had gotten so much into my lungs.

I couldn't catch my breath. Liam came over to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Charlie, you have to breathe." He was trying to calm me down, and it wasn't working as I began choking even more. At this rate I was going to die. The bloody island had it in for me.

"Charlie, breathe," Liam said. I tried to choke out an 'I can't' but couldn't.

Slowly, everything blacked out. The bloody island had it in for me, that was damn sure.

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A/n: Yeah, that turned out longer than I thought. I have an issue that I like making the characters black out. How many times did it happen in this story… out of 6 chapters… what 4 times? Haha! It kinda sucks that I only got 2 reviews. But the is one chapter left in this.. so I can start my new story…wanna plot summary? Of course you do!

"Raised by Another"

"This child must be raised by you or it will be disastrous." What happens when Claire can't raise her child? It leaves an extremely confused Charlie.

That is a really bad summary, and I think I messed up the quote, please tell me if I did… and I'll change it! Now to my two reviewers:

szhismine – HELL YEAH!!!

Cas85 – sorry it took so long, but there is only one chapter left….