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Sawyer looked down at the frail figure of Charlie that laid in an uneasy sleep. He had been sleeping for almost three hours now, and there was still no movement since Jack, who had finally appeared, Sayid, and Boone had carried the younger man into the caves for shelter. The fire's blaze illuminated Charlie's cherubic face only making him seem more peaceful than ever. To think, Sawyer had saved this poor kids life, Cheeky as Sawyer had so affectionately crowned him, and had done it without Jack.

Jack. The sound of that name infuriated him whenever he thought about it. Jack should have been there to help. Sawyer knew that it was only by chance that Charlie had come back from the dead. A scary thought that haunted him every time he looked at Cheeky.

"Sawyer?" Sawyer turned and snarled when he saw that it was Jack.

"What do you want," Sawyer demanded more than asked.

"It is Hurley's watch now, you better get some rest and get something to eat," Jack paused, feeling the tension in the air, "Look Sawyer, I know that you are mad at me because I wasn't there, but...."

"But what?" Sawyer gnarled, "Don't tell me, you were off snogging with Kate. Well look here Jack, I am glad that you found yourself a little whore to keep yourself satisfied, but what about these things that happen," Sawyer pointed at Charlie, "What about Charlie?"

Jack had flushed with anger. "Don't you ever talk about Kate that way!"

Sawyer just smirked. "I see I hit a nerve then."

Charlie moaned and started twitching. Sawyer looked back at the younger man with worry and then back at Jack. He stalked up to Jack and pushed him out of the way. "You take care of him, or I will make you a patient too."

Jack watched as Sawyer stalked down to the beach when Hurley came up behind to the cave.

"Whoa dude, that was harsh." Jack stood where he was for a moment and then walked toward Charlie.

"Yeah, well I have dealt with worse." Jack checked Charlie's pulse, normal. "Well Hurley, I'd say that you have your job cut out for you. He seems in stable condition and should be waking up anytime now. All you have to do is watch and wait."

"Sounds like a snore fest to me," Hurley mumbled, taking a seat next to the fire.

Jack smiled, "Yeah well I told you that this was going to take a while."

"Yeah, yeah. I guess I have to pay a price to be a good citizen."

Jack laid some more blankets on his patient, making sure that everything would be fine while Hurley had watch. "Now, if Charlie does anything that says that he is waking up, send someone to come and find me. If Charlie starts to have compulsions, send someone to come and find me."

"Whoa, dude, so if Charlie farts or something, should I send someone to come and tell you?" Hurley said in a totally serious voice. Jack just stared at him for a minute and then Hurley started to laugh. "I'm just kidding man. Lighten up!"

Jack shook his head, smiling. "So you know what to do then?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If Charlie wakes up or starts having seizures or anything of that sort, I send someone to come and find you."

"Good," Jack smiled. "I'll be on my way then."

"See ya dude." Hurley waved and after Jack had left, he looked around the cave. "Well isn't this just a cheery place." The walls were dusted with mud and dirt that gave off an eerie glow when he light from the fire hit it just right. "It's like something out of a horror movie."

Hurley sighed, getting bored with his surroundings and decided to look at Charlie instead. The smaller man looked pale and was sweating most likely from the heat of the fire and blankets that Jack had piled on earlier. Hurley got up and started to take a couple of the blankets off.

"Here man, now it won't be so hot." He took the extra blankets and set them down next to the fire and made a seat for himself. "Something tells me this is going to take a while."

Hurley heard a moan. He looked around quickly until a movement caught his eye. It was Charlie; he was twisting himself in the blankets and coming dangerously close to the fire in the process.

"Whoa dude, fire bad!" Hurley exclaimed as he took Charlie into his arms and brought him away from the fire.

"Hurley?" a voice croaked.

Hurley looked down at Charlie and saw that he was awake, but barley. "Charlie, you're awake!" Hurley looked over his shoulder, looking to see if Jack was anywhere near. "I have to find Jack and tell him."

"Hurley, where am I?"

Hurley looked back down at the bassist, almost forgetting that he was there, and replied, "You're at the caves man, and you're alright."

"Where's Claire?"

"She's out by the fire eating dinner with Kate," Hurley mumbled, still wondering what to do. It finally came to him. "Kate! Get in here; I need you to do me a favor!"

Kate came running in with worry on her face. "What is it? Is Charlie alright?"

"Yeah, he's awake."

"Really?" Kate looked down at Charlie and saw that his eyes were open and wondering around the cave. "Charlie? Can you hear me? It's Kate."

Charlie's eyes focused and landed on Kate. "Yeah, I hear you."

"Kate, I need you to find Jack and tell him that Charlie is awake," Hurley stressed, cutting the conversation off.

Kate looked up at the bigger man and nodded, "Right." She ran out of the cave and into the jungle, determined to find the doctor.

Hurley's full attention was now on Charlie, who had settled himself on the cool, rocky floor of the cave.

"Charlie, are you okay? Is their anything that I can do?"

Charlie looked up, startled by his voice as though he had forgotten that Hurley was there. "No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

Hurley nodded, wondering what to say. "You gave us quite a scare today. Sawyer said that you were technically dead for like five minutes."

Charlie weakly chuckled. "Yeah. I was out there for a while." Charlie looked thoughtful at his feet, as though trying to remember something.

"What is it like to be dead?" Hurley blurted. He was now starting to regret it and was about to apologize when Charlie started to talk.

"It was weird man," Charlie began, "It wasn't like I was dead. I was breathing; the only difference was that no one could see me."

"Where were you?"

Charlie looked like he was now completely spaced out, as though he were unaware of where he was or who Hurley was. "I was at the airport again and everything was so different. All these bloody news reporters everywhere, runnin' around, tryin' to get this big story about summat that had happened. This man started to talk and he was talking about a plane crash and said that every passenger's family had been contacted and they were doing their best to find this plane and these people." Charlie paused and licked his lips. "I turned around and saw my brother, Liam, his wife, and daughter standing right behind me, but they didn't see me. Then this brute, Mr. Young I think, took my brother to this room and made him identify me. MY brother asked this Mr. Young guy a question about the crash and the guy starts talking about how slim their chances are of finding us because...of a tracker that wasn't...turned. on!" Charlie's eyes widened with excitement and tried to pick himself off the ground. "Hurley! I have to get to the cockpit and find the pilot's chair!"

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Hurley said as he tried to steady the trembling rocker. "What are you talking about?"

"When I was out of my body, I learned how about this tracky thing that is under the pilot's chair and if I turn it on, we will be rescued!"

Hurley thought that Charlie was completely mad by the way that he was thrashing about and rambling on and on.

"Charlie, I think you should sit down and wait for Jack so he can check you out, okay? Then we'll find your blinky chair thing."

"What blinky chair thing?" Hurley turned to find a completely confused Jack watching them.

Charlie stumbled towards Jack with an excitement in his eyes that screamed madness. "The blinky chair thing that will save us, Jack!"

Jack looked over Charlie's shoulder and gave a questioning look at Hurley who pointed to Charlie and shrugged. "Well listen Charlie, I think you sit down and let me take a look at you and then we'll talk about this chair thing. Does that sound good?"

Charlie's eyes widened and he waved his arms fiercely up and down. "NO man, don't you realize that the tracking device will save us?! It's like the bloody beacon of hope!"

"Charlie," Jack said, trying to calm the seemingly out of it Charlie, "you're making no sense. Now come on and sit down."

Charlie was pulled down by Hurley who had snuck up behind him and was pinned to the cave floor.

"Then I'll make sense of it!" Charlie exclaimed. "When I was dead, I went back to the airport, or at least my soul did, and I was listening in on a conversation between this airport official and my brother and they started talking about what our possibilities of being found were. The airport guy, Mr. Young was his name, said it was going to be near impossible without this tracking device under the pilot's chair turned on as it had somehow been turned off during the crash. If we find that chair and turn the tracking device on, then we will be found and rescued!"

Jack glanced from Hurley to Charlie. "Okay Charlie, we'll look into that," Jack stated with a calming voice, desperately trying to get his patient to calm down. "I promise."

"You do?" Charlie replied like a small child.

Jack nodded. "The better you cooperate, the faster we'll find it."

Charlie looked unbelieving for a moment and then replied, "Okay."

Jack looked over Charlie with the utmost attentiveness, trying to find any cause that could explain Charlie's strange behavior. He put his hand on the young rocker's head and sensed a small fever, but nothing that could cause hallucinations. Jack tried to find an explanation and searched over Charlie again.

Finding nothing, Jack said, "Well Charlie, you seem to be alright, but I still want you to stay here. You have a fever."

"Good, so now we can go find the tracking device, right?" Charlie asked hastily, trying to get out of Hurley's tight grip.

Jack looked down, trying and preparing to say what he was about to. "No, Charlie, you need to rest some more before..."

"You promised Jack!" Charlie cried, "Don't you want to get rescued?" Jack turned away "Jack, if we find this thing, we will be rescued. Don't you understand that?"

"Calm down Charlie," Hurley said, putting a hand on the skinny man's shoulder.

"Get your hand off of me!" Charlie swatted Hurley's hand off and walked up to Jack until they were merely inches apart. "You promised."

"I know Charlie, but I think that you should get some more rest before we go out looking for it," Jack explained, almost apologetically. "I am only looking out for you Charlie, we don't want you go out on us again."

Charlie sighed and backed off. "Alright man, I can understand that, but please, promise me that you will go looking for it, please. You wouldn't want to have backed out on two promises now would you?"

Jack nodded, "Alright Charlie, I'll go looking for it. You just stay here and rest."

Charlie lay back down and replied, "Okay."

Jack watched over Charlie until he was certain that he was asleep and motioned Hurley out of the cave.

"How long has he been acting like that?" Jack with a hint of concern.

Hurley looked over at the rocker and scratched his head. "When I asked him about being dead, that was when he started goin' off."

Jack scolded him. "You shouldn't have done that! He was just waking and was probably in a bad state to begin with."

"I know, I'm sorry man, but I just had to know."

Jack ran a hand over his sweating face. "Okay then, what did he say? Maybe we could link this little trigger of insanity."

Hurley sighed. "Look, he said that he wasn't actually dead, but that he had more of an out of body experience. He was back at the airport and found out through some guy that was talking to this other dude, I think Charlie's brother, about this tracking device. The guy said that there was a device under the pilot's chair that had been turned off during the crash and that without the tracking device thing on, they wouldn't be able to find us."

Jack shook his head. "That doesn't make any sense. Charlie claims that he wasn't dead, but his soul was out of his body?"

"Yeah man, exactly."

Jack paced around. "Either Charlie is telling the truth or he is temporarily insane. I would put my money on the latter."

"Listen dude, I know that as a doctor and all that you need explanations for everything, but this is one of those things that science and explanations just aren't possible." Jack looked up at the bigger man. "Look, there are such things as out-of-body experiences and Charlie could have had one. Don't forget that we are on an island on crack, anything is possible here."

Jack stopped pacing and chuckled. "Hurley, I know that you want to believe this because it gives you hope of being rescued, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. Charlie is not in the best mind, which is understandable. I know that I wouldn't be in right spirits if I had almost drowned too, but by fostering his little story, you could trigger something. Please, don't mention that story again. Charlie just needs to get his rest now. He will be better tomorrow."

"Alright man," Hurley sighed, "but I'm telling ya, he could be right."

Jack sighed, not wanting to argue anymore, and looked back into the caves and watched as Charlie's small frame slept silently. 'I wish that you were right,' Jack thought as he scanned the younger man's face, 'but the impossible can never happen.'

Ending this Chappie was hard. I hated the way I ended it...grrrr. Anyways Review please!!