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FATE
Addictions
He had walked almost a mile aimlessly. He was running from his problems, as usual. Unfortunately when
your stuck on an island full of monsters, polar bears and serial-killer bees there isn't much room to run.
But he managed as well as he could, walking along the very edge of the forest until the entire fuselodge
and every one around it was out of his site. He finly passed out after walking for two hours straight
running on nothing but determination. Determined to get the hell away. He awoke to the heavy thug of
someone's foot nudging into his side. He glanced over, half asleep to see who it was. "Hey kid, Found
some more bags. Apparently they have your name on it" Sawyer explained, dangling a small black bag
above him.
Wrapped in his daze of half-unconchusness he rolled back over and closed his eyes once again. "Fine, if
you don't want it" Sawyer shrugged, plopping down about a foot away from him. He opened up the bag
and began to toss out any unwanted objects. Note book after note book hit the sand as he searched
trough the bag, reciting the word "crap" after each one. "Jesus Christ kid, you've got nothing but damn
note books in here" he complained, tossing the bag down angrily. He was talking to himself, Charlie was
out. "What the hell do you write in here?" he questioned, picking up one of the discarded spirals and
opening it to a random page. The comment woke him enough to get him agrivateed. He sat up, squinting
at the extreme brightness and the sudden rush that overcame his skull. He watched as a grin spread across
Sawyer's face. "Who's Geni?" he asked suggestively, glancing up at him. "None of your business" Charlie
groaned as he reach for the book. "Chill out" Sawyer suggested, pulling it away from him. "Give me the
book" he insisted, clearly not In the mood for sarcasm. "You had your chance. Besides, I wanna read a
little more about Geni" he teased once again as he leaned back on his elbows. Agrivateed, Charlie ripped
the book from his hands. "Come down, kid. Jesus Christ...what's your problem?" Sawyer protested, his
grin fading into irritation. "You are" he replied, lifelessly. He was to tired to argue, he just wanted this
jack ass to leave him alone. But it was to late now. "Me? I'm sorry but I don't recall doing anything to you" Sawyer argued defensively as he stood to his feet. "I guess you wouldn't" He replied. Why are you
still talking? Arguing with this ass whole? Just leave it alone. "Woo. What's that suppose to mean?" he
questioned. He was clearly getting a kick out of the sitituaton, because the grin slowly made its way back.
Makeing him even harder to stand. He wanted to slap that smug smirk right off the bastard's face if he had
the strength. "Nothing" he mumbled as he began loading the scattered note books back into his bag. "Oh, I
see. This is about Claire, isn't it?" he taunted drily. Charlie shook his head and ignored him as he lifted the
bag over his should and began to walk past. "Pretty impressive, on my part. Didn't know I had an audience"
he bragged, walking after Charlie, who was doing his best not to let it get to him. The mention of Claire's
name was clearly taking it to far. Then again, what would you expect? The ass clearly wants to pick a fight,
why not give him what he wants? "Tell me, Charlie, exactly what did you see?" he continued to taunt as he
fallowed behind him. No, the wank's not worth it. "I saw you try to make a pass and get shot down.
Congrad-fucking-lations" he snapped, unable to go own ignoring him. "Damn. She's got you whipped
good!" Sawyer continued, refusing to let him have the last word. "What don you want from me? Honestly,
do you have nothing better to go about trying to get a rise out of people? That's pretty pathetic if you ask
me" He questioned, turning to face him completely this time. He dropped his bag unconsciously, some
where he was were peppering himself for what ever happened next. He normally wasn't a violent person,
but something has taken over him. Perhaps the lack of drugs in his system, or the anger and disappointment
he had received from Claire. Perhaps it was being stranded on a freaking island with this ass whole working
his last nerve. What ever it was, it was about to make him explode. For a moment Sawyer didn't respond
and he took it amongst himself to turn and walk away before he got himself into any unnecessary trouble.
"I'm pathetic? I'm pathetic! You're the guy who runs around this little island trying to help every one out,
doing every thing you can to make them think your not worthless. Hoping that when they find out about all
your fucking drug habits that they won't think you're completely useless. And on top of that, you pretend that you, you might actually have a chance with a girl like Claire. Now that's pathetic" he argued
confidently, trying not to laugh at his own remarks. That was it. Charlie's instincts took complete control as
he gave a hard swing. It seemed as if the moment he threw the first punch, and entire stadium had gathered
around. None, of witch, who were about to break it up. Sawyer through a clear swing back. A blow that
would have normally had him seeing stars. But he was feeling no pain, only rage. One witch he couldn't
seem to control. He swung again, almost missing as he stumbled forward. He managed to make a hit, but
not an effective one. Sawyer struck back with a blow to the stomach, directly hitting the scar, witch felt as if
it were going to cave beneath his fist. The feeling of pain swept back to him and flooded over his body. He
could feel his stomach quiver, and tasted blood. He managed to give him another aimless hit before he was
knocked to the ground. Jack and Saiyd appeared to save the day, and dragged Sawyer away before he could
do any more damage. He laid still on the ground, no longer bothered by what ever it was that had sparked
the fight to begin with. He was to preoccupied with gaping wound in his abdomen, witch had now, most
likely ben split to his dammed naval. He coughed, helplessly, trying to get the taste of blood out of his
mouth. His lip was soar, most likely bleeding. But that's not where the taste came from. It came up from the
back of his through. Probably shot up after his stomach had bed crushed under the bastard's fist. "What
happened?" Jack demanded, playing referee between the two, although Charlie was clearly makeing no
effort to have another shot. It fell silent. Sawyer scratched his head uncomfortably, unable to justify himself.
"What happened?" he repeated, this time turning his attention towards Charlie, who ignored him completely.
He couldn't even sit up, how the hell was he suppose to remember what happened? "We can't keep doing
this. Fighting amongst each other isn't gonna get us any where" Jack began. Saiyd some how appeared
behind him and lifted him to his feet. "Oh good, another inspirational speech. Bloody fantastic" He
murmured sarchasticly as he tried to regain his balance. His voice was thin, stretched. It hurt to talk. Jack
stared at him for a moment, as if in shock. The kind a parent has when you say your first curse word. Why
did he have to be so bloody parental? Charlie brushed himself off and left before Jack though up something
to say. He knew he didn't have a good reason for what he did, except that he was pissed off. But even if he
did, he wasn't about to stand around and have some self-promoting doctor beat him down. He could do that
well enough on his own.
Claire stood infront of the oversized pile of unclaimed cloths with the baby rested on her hip. Maybe if she
talked to Charlie, he'd feel better. She though, as she dug aimlessly through the cloths. The idea was to go
and return his shirt. Maybe chat about his band for a little while, he seemed to enjoy talking about that. She
didn't understand what was makeing him agitated. But she knew she wanted to help. Finally, she found
something suitable. A plain black tank top. She folded it her hand and headed towards the nearest tent. She
pushes aside the white, plastic flap used as a door and wondered in. She stopped when she noticed Jack,
Kate and Sayid, who had taken this tent as their secret conference room. They all stopped what ever it was
there were talking about and looked at her. "Sorry"she said, shyly and began to turn back out. "Wait" Jack
said, just as she was about to leave. She stopped and turned back. "We have a kind of, favor to ask" he
explained some what nervously. She smiled blankly, waiting for him to continue. "We need you to talk to
Charlie" Sayid finished straight forward. She nodded, they had the same idea. "About?" she questioned,
willingly. Though, if she was going to talk to him under their accord, she wanted to make sure it was for the
right reasons. "Because, he's getting out of control. The last thing we need is another moody, lose canon
waiting to explode" Jack explained, coldly. She nodded once again. Not so good a reason. "Sure, I'll talk to
him" she agreed, though he willing smile had fadded. "Good. Thanks" Jack replied, not knowing exactly
how she felt about his last remarks. She walked out of the tent and made her way across the island. After
what seemed like an eternity she spotted him. He in his own secluded little area by some of the wreckage,
warped in his black jacket despite the throbbing heat. She took a deep breath and headed towards him. He
didn't notice her as approached. His eyes were fixed blankly on what ever was infront of him. She couldn't
tell if he was rocking back and forth or sitting entirely still. Was it possible to do both? She plopped down
beside him, knees pulled up to her chest. "Do you want this back?" she asked, pulling at the hem of the
fadded black T-shirt.
She'd forgotten to change. He looked over at her, confused, as soon as she'd spoke. Like he had just
snapped out of a trance. "Huh?" he muttered, tiredly. He sounded as if he'd just woken up. "Your shirt, do
you want it back?" she repeated. "Oh. No, you keep it. It looks better on you" he complimented, shifting to
face her. She smiled, shyly, glanced up at him, then shook her head. "What?" he questioned, playfully. "Its
three hundred degrees out and here you are all bundled up" she explained, tugging at the rhyme of his hood,
which hung loosely over his head. He smiled and pulled the hood down. "So what are you doing up here, all
by yourself?" she asked scooting closer to him. "Nothing really. thinking" He replied distantly. He looked
back out to the wide space infront of him. "About?" she questioned, curiously. "Uh..I don't remember" he
replied with a laugh after a moment of thought. She smiled back, trying to find the next thing to say. "How's
the kid?" he asked, before should could think of anything. "Good. Jack wanted to cheek him out. Make sure
he's doing ok." she explained, glancing back at the tent where she had left him truly in Kate's care. Charlie
nodded, once again with that unintentional distance. She had to pull him back. Before she could speak, she
became distracted by Shannon's sudden high-pitched excitement. "Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank
you" she was crying with joy about three yards away from them. A small bottle of what looked like shampoo
gripped in her hand. She was bouncing excitedly and leaped forward, giving Locke, who stood before her, and
unexpected hug. He smiled aprecativly as she let go and turned to Kate, who was holding Ben beside her. She
said something to her, though it wasn't as loud so they couldn't really understand it. Kate smiled, amused as
she then trotted off to her own little tent. Claire smiled, happy that atleast some one could now have decent
hair. Lock then made his way over to the two, dragging a very large duffle bag behind them. "We found a
whole bunch of luggage out in the woods" he explained, gesturing behind him where a large pile of multi
colored bags had been piled. "I think one of them's yours" he added, focusing solely on Charlie with a faint
simile. He then turned and headed over to Jin and Sun, who were not far from them and tried to explain about
the bags. Claire hopped up and headed towards the pile Imidiatly, Dragging Charlie by the hand behind her.
She kneeled down infront of the pile and began digging through the bags. "Any of these your's?" she asked,
squinting from the sun. he didn't answer. She looked up at him and noticed an expression of complete aw on
his face, then traced his glance to find what he was stareing at. There on top of the pile sat a large black guitar
case, completely unharmed. Her face lit up as she looked back up at him. He stared at the case the same way
she stared at Ben. His eyes misted as a smile swept across his face. The two began laughing, half in shock of
the fact that the guitar had survived the crash completely unharmed. Seeing him smile almost made her melt. If
only everyone else could see him like this. Addictions wouldn't matter.