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Jack walked down the path leading to nowhere in particular. He just wanted to think, away from every one else. Charlie has been on his mind all night. Could he really be telling the truth? He didn't know and really didn't believe it, but everyone else did. If he didn't let Charlie look for the tracking device, the others might become restless, but if he did, the others would either be put down or in high spirits. Jack sighed as he rubbed his face in restlessness. This was going to be a hard decision.

Suddenly, Jack heard twigs snapping at a rather steady pace heading his way. He stayed where he was, trying to determine what it was.

"Jack." He jumped at the pressure of a hand upon his shoulder

"Oh, Locke it's just you," Jack breathed.

Locke smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. I just heard some twigs snapping and I came to make sure that it wasn't anything that could be hunted."

Jack nodded, pretending to understand this strange man. "Don't worry about it."

Locke nodded and looked over his shoulder, as though to see if anyone was coming. "Why are you out here Jack? I would have thought that you would be with the others looking after Charlie."

"Yeah, well, he's kind of the reason I'm out here," Jack smiled faintly.

"Oh? Does he need any herbs or something or is it something deeper than that," Locke said looking deeply into Jack's eyes. Jack looked away, feeling as though he was being read through his eyes, amazed at the older man's uncanny ability to read people. "You can tell me; I'll try to help."

Jack looked up and sighed. "Well, you see. Charlie claims to have had an out-of-body experience when he was dead. He said that he was back in the airport, but it was after the plane crashed and there were a lot of people there. He found this guy, Mr. Young, and he found out that there was, well supposedly, a tracking device under the pilot's chair. Without the device turned on, they couldn't find us and with it on they could."

Locke nodded. "My taking is that you don't believe this." Jack nodded. "Well, let me tell ya something Jack. Have you ever heard of an ancient Indian tradition where thirteen/ fourteen year old boys were sent out into the jungle with no food and water. They were sent there to meditate for a few days or until they had this vision you see. These visions supposedly were messages from their ancestors that told the boys of their future like their job or wife. These visions would almost always come true, and do you know why Jack?"

"They would come true because the boys probably believed them to be true and wouldn't settle for less," Jack mused, "It was all mind over matter in a sense."

Locke smiled. "To a logical mind like yours, yes, but to the others that believe, it was destiny."

Jack thought for a moment before answering. "So you're saying that Charlie's 'vision' could be true? It was caused by destiny?"

Locke nodded. "Yes. It would make sense as the boy has wanted to prove himself since that woman drowned and he couldn't do anything. The fates have heard his wish and are granting it to him through this 'vision', out-of-body experience, or whatever you want to call it."

"So, I should let Charlie look for this tracking device then?"

"Yes."

Jack nodded. "Thanks Locke, you have been a lot of help."

"I'm just glad I could help."

Jack turned; about to head back to the camp until he got up the courage to ask Locke a question, but when he turned around, the other man had disappeared. Jack blinked a couple of times, making sure that this wasn't a dream and turned back around. Mr. Locke was something different.

Charlie woke up at the sound of someone entering the cave. He turned his head to see that it was Claire tip-toeing into the cave, an amazing feat as she was usually kept down by her bulging belly. She stopped when she saw Charlie roll over and look at her with a small smile.

"Hello Charlie. How are you?" she asked quietly.

"I'm fine Claire; I'm just a little tired," Charlie's raspy voice replied.

Claire smiled, trying not to show how worried she really was. "Maybe I should leave so you can get some rest..."

"No Claire, please don't," Charlie pleaded, pretending to be a small child, "I hate being in this cave all alone."

"Alright then," she chuckled, "but you have to be a good boy."

"Yes mum." Charlie's eyes sparkled. This was the most fun that he had had for a day or two.

"Well, this place is certainly cheery," Claire droned.

"Yeah, I know," Charlie scoffed, "but it would certainly make Captain Caveman jealous."

Claire laughed gleefully. "You watched that show? He always kind of scared me."

"Yeah, I watched it, but he always made me kind of jealous. He was always around these hot girls but he was like a Mr. Potato Head, but only with a lot of hair."

Claire smiled. "Yeah, that always puzzled me too. I just wanted to shave all his hair off; maybe there was a hunk under all that fuzz."

"A hunk?" Charlie mused, "I always thought that he would actually turn out to be some nasty animal or a masculine woman, but that's just me..." Charlie paused, with a dazed and distant look, and started to shiver and cough. He pulled himself into a ball as Claire watched helplessly.

"Charlie?" she hesitated when he stopped, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Charlie coughed, "I just got a chill there. Nothin' to worry your pretty little head about, I promise."

Claire looked down, silent for a moment. "Hurley told me about your experience last night," she whispered.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Charlie asked sadly.

"Of course I believe you Charlie!" Claire cried apologetically, "I believe every thing about it!"

"You do?" Charlie looked up, "It seems like everyone else thinks otherwise."

"Everyone else thinks it is true too," Claire said seriously, "the only person that I know of that doesn't is Jack."

"Yeah well, he's the one that decides whether we go out and look for the tracking device or not. He is the leader ya know."

"I know," Claire looked down disappointedly.

"I am ready to go looking for it; I'm just waiting for Jack to decide what he wants to do."

"Well," another voice put in, "Jack decides that he and Charlie are going to go chair hunting." Charlie and Claire turned around, eyes wide with surprise and fear, and found Jack standing at the mouth of the cave. "What are you waiting for Charlie? I thought you were ready to go."

Charlie looked confused. "Do you really mean it Jack?" Charlie scrambled to his feet,

"Only if you do," Jack smirked.

Charlie smiled and looked back at Claire. "Well come on Captain Jack, let's go find us a tracking device."

Next Chappie coming...eventually! ;) Review if you like, review if you don't like!