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Charlie and Jack walked side-by-side into the jungle heading towards the cockpit, or at least where they thought the cockpit was. The jungle was an unusual chill, but the sun shown through brightly between the heavy vegetation. The two men's footsteps were louder than expected; with every fall of a foot, flock of birds would call out wildly, scaring Charlie slightly.
"What the bloody Hell was that?" Charlie cried.
Jack looked straight ahead. "Just some birds; our footsteps must be startling them."
"Oh." Charlie looked down and remained silent for a while. "Jack, do you really believe me or are you just trying to prove me wrong?"
Jack smiled at the younger man. "Well, we'll see when we get to the cockpit now won't we?"
"Then why are you doing this?" Charlie asked, "You seemed so dead set on the fact that I was out of my mind."
Jack gave a knowing nod and replied coolly "Well, I had a little council from our native wise man today and I must say that he had an interesting point."
Charlie gave a raspy chuckle. "Oh, Locke. He always has something enlightening to say. I swear he is like the reincarnation of Buddha or Confucius."
"I wouldn't doubt it if it were true." Jack chuckled. How did Charlie come up with this stuff?
"How much longer will it be?" Charlie playfully whined. "Are we there yet?" He skipped in front of Jack and pouted like a puppy.
Jack smiled and shook his head. "We'll be there in a minute or two. It's just over there behind those trees." 'Charlie, you are one crazy person,' Jack thought to himself. 'You remind me of a little brother, a very little brother.'
Charlie's eyes lit up and he asked jokingly, "You wan' 'ou race? I bet that I could beat you."
"As much as I love a challenge Charlie, I think I will just walk this one."
"Fine."
"You can still run if you want to," Jack said, seeing the slight disappointment in Charlie's eyes.
Charlie gave a cheeky grin and dashed off through the jungle. Jack was surprised how fast the guy could run and jump over the thick amount of brush, but still managed a laugh. Charlie was strangely hyper today.
"I found it!" Charlie exclaimed, "I found the cockpit!"
Jack stepped cautiously through the plants and saw Charlie waiting by the large piece of aircraft. He walked up to it and looked inside of it, making sure that nothing else was in there and nodded for Charlie to go inside.
The smaller man clambered in and crawled toward the window of the plane, trying to avoid hitting his head on the corroded ceiling. The closer he grew, the most excited he became. This could be it; this could be the day that everyone was rescued!
His eyes widened as he came even closer to the chair and greedily reached out his hand to grip on to something to steady himself. He pulled himself on his stomach and slid closer to the window that let the light into the cockpit. Charlie sneezed when all of the sand became disturbed by his movements. He blinked his eyes a few times and reached out to where the pilot's chair would have been. His hand swished flailed around wildly as he desperately tried to feel for the chair, but it just wasn't there.
"No," he muttered under his breath. He lifted his head, squinting his eyes as he searched around the small room that was around. It wasn't there. "Damn!"
Charlie twisted around and slid out of the cockpit. "What is it, Charlie?"
"It isn't in there!" Charlie wailed.
"What?!" Jack stuck his head into the cockpit and searched. Yup, it defiantly wasn't there.
"Where the hell could it be?" Charlie huffed.
Jack ran his hand over his head. "I'm not sure, it could be anywhere. It probably fell out when the plane made contact."
Charlie paced around moaning. Where is it? He stopped for a moment and thought as hard as he could. He had seen that chair before, he knew it. Then he remembered that when he had been carried off that he had seen Sawyer's seat that had a golden, embroidered crest. "Doesn't the pilot's chair have a special kinda crest on it?"
"Yeah, I think so…" Jack gawked, not seeing where this was going.
"I think I know where it is!" Charlie suddenly darted off deeper into the jungle, leaving Jack confused for a moment before he shook his head and followed after the younger man.
Sawyer dug hastily through on of the suitcases that he had rummaged from the wreck. He cursed slightly under his breath throwing things dejectedly from the box. Why was it so hard to find a get well present? He really didn't know. Charlie was an interesting guy and certainly someone that was hard to find a present for.
He shot up suddenly and looked around him. He thought that he heard something coming from the jungle. It started again, faster this time. Sawyer silently grabbed a knife from the box and prepared for an attack that he was certain to come. The footsteps grew louder and closer causing Sawyer to turn on instinct with a growl and knife poised and ready.
He stopped himself from stabbing when he saw how it was. "Charlie?"
The bassist stood absolutely still, fear and shock evident in his blue eyes. Sawyer looked quickly down at his weapon and lowered it apologetically. "Sorry about that, but when your in the middle of a Godforsaken forest, you need to prepare for anything."
Charlie blinked and curled his lips into a faint, cheeky smile. "You are starting to sound like Locke."
Sawyer smirked, not knowing another way to respond. "Well tell me Cheeky, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Shouldn't you be resting or something?"
The younger man opened his mouth to speak when another man came running into Sawyer's domain. "Charlie?!" He stopped short and saw where he was and who was with him. Sawyer sneered at Jack, trying to do it without Charlie noticing, but failing. Charlie glanced back and forth at the two men, feeling the tension devour the air.
"What do you want?" Sawyer growled, stepping in front of Charlie, so to stare Jack in the eyes.
Jack swallowed and geared his neck to see Charlie, unsure of what to do. "I'm here with Charlie. I'm helping him find the pilot's chair..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. No need to into details. Just because I live by myself doesn't mean that I don't keep up with the latest gossip." Sawyer eyed Jack with disgust. "My sources also told me that you think that Charlie is crazy. You just tryin' to prove your point and make yourself feel superior again?"
"Sawyer," the rough, but gentle voice of Charlie rang, "He is trying to help me find it. I need to see if it is real myself."
Sawyer sighed visible and let all tension go. He grimaced at Jack before turning to Charlie with a small smile. "Well then, what can I do to help?"
Charlie bit his lip uncertainly, trying to avoid Sawyer's eyes. He pointed to the chair. "You can help me by turning that chair on its side so I can see under it."
Sawyer approached the chair and waited for a moment. "Jack, make yourself useful and help me with this. Charlie doesn't need to strain himself."
Jack, though unwillingly, saw his point and took hold of the seat. "One...Two...Three!"
The seat moved more quickly than expected and pulled both of the men down with it. Sawyer stayed still for a moment before he jumped up and wiped the sand off of his clothes. Jack lifted the chair off of his chest and rolled out from under it and followed with Sawyer's actions.
Charlie, crouched down on his knees, search desperately along the black bottom with his eyes at first, but then decided that it must blend in with the bottom and searched with his hands. He glided his hands until he felt a bump. Charlie drew his head closer and saw a little switch, a small light bulb, and a small box around the two. His eyes lit up and he let out a squeal of happiness and excitement.
"What did you find Charlie?" Jack asked expectantly.
Charlie licked his lips. "I think I fund us a life line." Charlie quickly flipped the switch as all the men crowded around, waiting desperately until they heard and saw the red light flash.
Sawyer let out a yell like a cow boy would and grabbed Charlie into a wild embrace. "Dang it kid! You did it!" Charlie laughed and returned the embrace. Sawyer and Charlie began to jump up and down excitedly, laughing and letting out little woops. Jack, still staring at the small light flashing, felt a smile etch its way onto his face.
He felt himself being pulled up and grabbed into Charlie and Sawyer's celebration. "And you thought he was crazy!" Sawyer yelled, "I guess you were wrong!"
James absentmindedly watched the radar screen. Today was a boring day at the Sydney International Airport. He rubbed his face tiredly and sighed.
"Oy, James," Bruce called, walking into the office, "It's time to go! Shift is changin'!"
"Thank God!" James exclaimed, leaping from his chair. He rushed towards the coat rack and pulled at his leather jacket. "It was getting' mighty borin' in 'ere."
"Ay, same here, same here." Bruce followed James out the door and was about to shut it when he heard a beeping sound go off. "Hey, James, somethin' just started goin' off in there. Should we check it out?"
James turned back around and made his way through the door. "Yeah, maybe we have an incoming flight or summat that I need to help with. The next shift takes a while to get in here."
James sat down and saw that the red flash was not at all moving or anywhere near the airport for that matter. He clicked some buttons and turned on a few switches to see what flight it was. The computer slowly, but steadily uploaded the information while Bruce asked, "What is it? Is it not one of the incoming planes?"
James shook his head. "No. This plane isn't even moving. I'm trying to see what flight number it is, and then we can go from there."
The computer binged and James and Bruce turned their attention to the screen. "Flight 111…isn't that the plane that went down?"
"Yeah mate, I believe so." The two men just stared at the screen, not yet understanding what they had found. They sat their nodding their heads slowly and stared at the flight again, hitting them this time.
"Holy crap! Call the coast guard or summit! Contact the police! Do summit!!!!" The two men ran around the room, picking up phones and dialing numbers. This was going to be an eventful night.
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