Disclaimer: hello all. I think we know by now that how this whole thing works. Don't own lost. I spaced out the lines like some one had suggested, and worked on my gamer more. Sorry for any mistakes. This dose include some of the ideas from the last episode, but they're not in any specific order, just to let you know.
FATE
Redeemer
He couldn't stop himself now. He was a zombie, with one meaning for life. And it resided less
then a yard away from him. His eyes were cold and empty as his hand instinctively reached for
the tiny bag. His finger tips had barley grasped it when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder shock
him out of his daze. He blinked, his eye bouncing back into focus. he felt dizzy, light headed. Like
the past two seconds had lasted an eternity and he hadn't controlled it. He looked over to see
Locke sitting next to him, hand resting on his shoulder. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he
questioned plainly, his face showing no incline to either decision. Charlie brought his hand back to
his stomach and rested it there. If he still hand his jacket, he could shove his hands in his pockets,
pull up the hood. Mask his identify. Hide from any accusations. He could be inevitable. But now
he was bare, exposed. Naked in someone else's cloths, someone who may quite possibly be dead.
"I herd what happened, with you and Claire. Do you really think its worth it?" he spoke with the
simplest state of mind. "You know, just because she's not the girl you want her to be doesn't
mean you can't be the man you want yourself to be." The generic question read as if it were a
grand philosophical statement. Powerful enough to go down in history. But no one would
remember it. No one would ever here it. He didn't even really want to answer it. He didn't want to
find out what he truly felt. how could he be so plain? Surly a man with such an obvious passion for
life must have known love. Not that what he was feeling could be considered love. This was just a
crush. The Romeo syndrom, wanting what you can't have. Hurting any one and anything who
stood in the way. He remembered Claire's face. The pain in her eyes. How could he make it
better? How could he tell her that he understood. As much as it would kill him to even think of her
with someone else, he understood. She deserved this man. The man who loved her. The man who
was off somewhere dreaming about her. Missing her every moment that shes gone. The man who
would some day father her child, if they ever got of this dammed island. How could he be that man? Someone who made himself worthy of a girl like Claire? "How?" he mumbled out loud with
out even realizing it. "Well that's really your choice. You know who he is. Now all you need to do is
figure out how to get there." Lock replied simply. He didn't make very much eye contact. He was
talking to the wind. It wasn't advice, it was guidance. Charlie picked up the baggie, weighing it in his
hands. He stared at it for a long time before parting with it. He placed it in Locke's ready hand,
ridden himself of it for good. Lock tipped it over, poring the powder out into the sand. He felt
strange, almost empty, but at the same time relived. He stomach growled. He hadn't realized how
hungry he had been. He looked down at his stomach, witch gurgled loudly once again. "Perhaps you
should eat" Locke, who was now standing, suggested. Charlie hadn't noticed he had gotten up. He
nodded in response. Locke put out his hand and helped him up.
Once they had gotten food, the two set on some rocks near the edge of the woods, far from the
other survivors. The spot was familiar to Charlie, a place he had once wondered off to every time he
wanted to get high. They had sat quietly for a long time. Occasional Locke would make a comment,
Charlie would nod in response. But his mine was else where. He didn't know where, exactly. His
mind drifted from place to place. From being on stage, playing his heart out to arguing with the rest
of the band back stage. From the air port station, where he remembered seeing half the people who
now surrounded him. He remembered seeing Jack getting upset with one of the managers. He
remembered seeing Jin and Sun and wondering if they could speak English. He saw Boone and
Shannon and wondered if they were dating. He saw Claire and wondered where her husband was, or
why a women that pregnet would be traveling alone. Kate had been standing right behind him. She
looked nervous. He even thought a head into the future. But he had to continuously remind himself
that no matter how much he wanted, Claire could not be included. He didn't want to be alone on this
island. Claire had been his only hope for friendship. Sure, every one was pretty nice. Well, besides Sowyer. But Claire was the only person who would actually talk to him. He had finished eating, Locke
had gotten up and left without saying a word. And he was alone. Truly alone. Some redemption.
Claire sat at the edge of the water. the wind was blowing strong and the sky was a blue-grey hybrid.
The baby was sitting on her lap, rested agenst her torso. Stareing wide eyed at the ocean. He grabbed
up at her chin, fascinated with every thing he touched. She smiled and lifted him up. She sat him on her
knees facing her. She rubbed her nose agenst his. "Cute" Sawyer noted, standing beside her. "Well
that's the great thing about baby boys, isn't it. You can be as mushy as you want with them and they
enjoy it. To bad the grow out of it" she replied, half talking to the baby. "He got a name?" Sawyer
asked, sitting down beside her. "No, not yet" she said, shaking her head. "Don't you think he's been
alive a little to long to go about nameless?" he had a point. "I wouldn't feel right, with out his father
being here" she replied, this was the first time she had mentioned him since they'd been on the island.
He nodded, seeming to understand. "How about a temp? just so we've got something to call him" he
suggested. Why is he suddenly so interested? "I can't think of anything" she responded, biting her lip.
"How bout Charlie?" he teased, a huge smirk across his face. "What?" she blushed, trying to appear
innocent. "Oh come on. I've seen the way you look at him, sweet heart." he pointed out, confidently. "I
have a boy friend" she replied, not sure rather she was trying to convince him or herself. She
remembered when saying that made her feel good. Like she'd accomplished something. Now it was
something she had to defend. It felt like admitting to a crime. "Where? Back in Australia?" he asked as
if it were a joke. Every thing is a joke with him. She nodded in response, a faint smile on her face. "Ok.
So tell me this, sweet heart, if you have such a 'committed lover' back home, why were you leaving?"
he questioned, leaning back on his elbows. Her smile faded and she looked away, back to the ocean.
"Being stuck on this island is a second chance, you know. Start a new life, find new friends....new love?" he stated, suggestively, the grin widened. "New love? Really?" she laughed, it was strange
hearing him of all people talk about love. He tilted his head towards Jack and Kate, who were sitting
side by side on a blanket flirting. "Well, maybe for them 'new love' works. But I don't 'love' Charlie"
she replied. That came out way to serious, she thought. She was defonetly trying to convenes herself
now. This was not good. "Charlie? Who said anything about Charlie. I was talking about myself" he
teased. She couldn't help but laugh. The baby laughed to. "He has your smile" he complimented. She
blushed, not knowing what to say. After a moment it was quite. She brushed back her hair, upset by all
the tangles. "How about Benjamin?" he suggested, turning to face her once again. "Huh?" she replied,
she had spaced out. "Benjamin." he repeated, indicating the baby. "He looks like a Benjamin. You can
call him Benjy for short, come on. Its cute." he tried to convince, grinning. She thought for a moment,
biting her lip. "Benjamin. I like it" she agreed after a moment. "Alright. It's settled then" he announced,
hoping to his feet. "Well, bye sweet heart. By Benjy" he joked before jogging back to the wreckage.
She leaned back on her Elbows, balancing Ben on her stomach. She couldn't help but think about what
Sawyer had said. It made since, weather he was being serious or not. She should atleast talk to him, try
to make a mends. A friendship is better than not talking at all, right? She lifted him up and stumbled to
her feet. With the baby on her hip, she headed off to find Charlie. She spotted him laying agenst a tree at
the edge of the jungle after searching the island for ten minutes. She couldn't tell if he was awake or not,
but she decided to walk over any ways. He opened his eyes when he noticed her infront of him and
stared at her blankly. "Hey, do you happen to know where I can find a hair brush?" she asked, trying to
start conversation. "Fraid not" he replied distantly. she sighed and nodded. "I named him, the baby" she
explained, forcing a smile. "Really?" he questioned, looking up at her. He suddenly seemed interested.
Her smile grew, real this time. "Benjamin" she said, proudly. He grinned. "Benjamin: he reelected,
nodding in approval. "Benjy for short" she added, once again talking to the baby. He grinned and patted the ground beside him, indicating she sit down. She blinked, a bit coughed off gard, then sat down
beside him. Imidiatly Benjy crawled from her lap to his and began tugging at his necklace. "I think he
likes you" she said, giggling. His smile widened, resembling a child himself. It was silent again. She
observed him as he turned Benjy to face him, brushing back his little blond strands. Ben giggled and
grabbed one of his half-painted fingers. Charlie looked at him as if it were his own child. They had the
connection only a father and son could have. Claire began to wonder weather his real father would have
gave him the same look. He had never wanted the baby to begin with. She couldn't help but fear the day
they got of the island, and found him there waiting for her. He'd hug her and tell her how much he'd
worried, and then see Ben. The look would not be the same. The idea gave her chills. "Are you alright?"
Charlie asked, eyeing her questionably. "Yeah" she replied, nodding. Her voice was quieter than before
and she had to concentrate to smile. He continued to studied her skeptically, then a smile crossed his
face. "Here" he suggested, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He grabbed
the edge of the blanket the two had been sitting on and pulled the corner over her bare legs. She smile,
apreciately. She hadn't realized how cold it had gotten until she got this close to him. The warmth made
her skin tingle. It was impossible to tell weather the feeling was from her body warming up, or just from
being near him. Either way the feeling gave her goose bumps. Her body was split in two. One side, some
may call your heart, wanted to be closer to him then ever possible. To lay her head on his shoulder and be
near him. To sit there for days in silence then be able to walk away feeling like it was the best
conversation you've ever had. Another half, witch whom you may call her conscience, was screaming to
stop. To run away as fast as she could before she got to caught up in her emotions. She worried that
might be to late. Being a sensible person, Claire sided with her conscious and quickly thought up a way to
escape. "Would you mind watching him for a moment? I think I'm gonna go find some more comfortable
cloths" she questioned, pulling at the waist band of her kaprees, witch were clearly to tight. He nodded and smiled. she lifted herself off the blanket and wondered off to the populated section of the island.
Charlie sat on the blanket for a while, piddling with the baby. This was the first time he had ever been
near a child. He never had any younger siblings, and although he had a huge abundance of cousins, nieces
and nephews, he never really saw any younger than him. He decided that he liked being around children,
or atleast this child. For some one who didn't say much, he seemed to pay a whole lot of attention. The
kind of person you could talk to for hours and they'd simply liston. He must get it from his mother. The
winds picked up and the blanket blew beneath him. Some luggage that had been piled on the rocks beside
him scattered about in the wind. He was surprised when he herd a small familiar object plop down on the
blanket beside him. A hair brush. He smiled and hopped up, holding Benjy on one hip, the brush clutched
in his other free hand. He found Claire talking to one of the other survivors, now changed into a faded
black shirt and cut-off shorts. He walked up behind her and waited until he caught her attention. She
turned to him and smiled when she realized he was there. He laughed when he recognized the shirt she
had chosen out of the huge selection. Form behind it had appeared to be just a faded black shirt, that was
two sizes to big. But he now recognized as the "Drive shaft" label T-shirt pulled from his vary own
suitcase. "What?" she asked, looking down at herself in search of what had him cracking up. "That's my
shirt" he answered, the laughter still rolled with his voice. "Oh" she replied, now laughing as well.
"What's 'drive shaft'?" she asked, reading the name as if it were a different language. "That's my band"
he explained, some what embarrassed. "Band? You didn't tell me you were in a band!" she exclaimed
with shock. "You didn't ask" he shrugged, his cheeks reddened behind his grin. "What do you play?" she
questioned, suddenly seeming very interested. Finally, some one who cared about music on this damn
island! "Guitar, well base mostly, but guitar on some tracks" he explained, trying his hardest not to begin
rambling. "You never told me that either" she teased, pretending to be offended. "Terribly sorry, luv" he
teased back. He felt strange calling her luv. He used the term with every girl he'd ever spoken to that wasn't related to him, but with Claire it felt different. Perhaps to close to the truth. "What happened to
your guitar?" she asked, brushing the hair back from her face. "No clue. It was on the plain so it might
still be here, somewhere" he shrugged, hands in pockets. She nodded, biting the corner of her lip. A habit
he had noticed many times before. "We should go look for it, sometime" she suggested, playing secret once again.
"Alright" he agreed, eager to see his precious guitar once again. Just as the spoke, Charlie noticed Kate
and Jack, who were digging through all the bags, seeming to be gathering supplies. "Where you going?"
he asked, curiously. "The woods, see if we can find some...more water" Kate explained, almost spilling
the beans. He'd forgotten that Claire still didn't know about the transmitter. "And more food" Locke
added, popping up behind the two. "Maybe you should join us" Locke suggested as he filled his back
pack. "I don't know if that's such a good idea" Jack hesitated, eyeing Charlie skeptically. "Why not? We
can always use an extra hand" Locke insisted. "Alright" Jack sighed, giving in. "Are you coming?"
Charlie questioned, ignoring Jacks disapproval and turning straight to Claire. "Oh, no. She's defonetly
not coming" Jack interrupted. "Why not?" Charlie protested. Jack frowned at him and gestured angrily
at Benjy. Oh. "I could watch him" Shannon chimed in, from behind Claire. "Are you sure?" Claire asked,
turning to her. "Yeah, I'd love two. I used to baby sit all the time at home. I love babies" she insisted.
"Alright" Claire agreed, handing her Benjy. "Get your thing" Lock instructed to the two of them. the two
headed off to find some supples while jack stared in shock. Kate patted him on the shoulder, trying not to
laugh at his dumb found expression as she fallowed Locke into one of the tents.