Sorry I took so long! I had blasted exams, and I had no time to exercise my creative abilities.

Charlie is HOT

Sawyer is HOT

No, I don't own Lost, but I damn sure would like to.


After about fifteen minutes of walking (an eternity to Sawyer), they heard the unmistakable hum of bees. This time, the seemed to have made their abode in the tall reaches of a tree.

"There is no way you are getting me up there," Charlie stated and sat down on a rock heavily, "Bees, heights and Charlie don't go well together."

"Well, we might need your help. That's a pretty tall tree." Locke said. He handed the torch to Sawyer and pulled out a couple of sweaters and strips of fabric from his ever-present back-pack, "saddle up. This is the best protection I can get, can't do much about the hands. Though I doubt that we'll get stung."

"Can I go up with you too?" Walter asked.

"The boy can go, I'm not an expert climber around bees." Sawyer admitted.

"I'm not an expert climber. Period." Hurley blushed. Charlie refused point-blank.

"Yes, I guess you can come too." Locke sighed, "Sawyer, could you climb perhaps half way up so we can hand you the bucket?"

"Sure. Just don't drop anything on me." He handed Charlie the torch. Victor lay on the ground and whined as he saw his master climb the tree. Both Locke and Walt looked like beginners in a turban-wrapping class: folds of cloth covering their heads and shoulders. Sunglasses covered their eyes. Sawyer followed, carrying the bucket between his teeth.

"This had better be worth it!" Sawyer muttered as he passed up the torch, which Hurley gave to him. Locke nodded, unable to speak.

Soon Locke had produced smoke and the sudden humming of the bees rose louder.

"That doesn't sound too good!" Charlie commented on the ground. Locke ignored him and handed Walt the torch. A slight ripping noise opened up the hive and Locke's arms disappeared inside. Charlie shuddered and placed his hands over his eyes, but parted his FATE lettered fingers so he could see. Locke withdrew several blocks of honeycomb triumphantly. Suddenly he paused, watching Victor running away in terror.

"Dude, what is it?" Hurley cried, also noticing this. Locke pulled down the fabric protecting his mouth.

"Climb the tree!" Locke yelled.

"Oh Christ." Charlie gasped as he heard padding footsteps. Hurley was climbing up the only path on the only climbable tree. He heaved the backside of his large friend.

"It's a good thing you're not a fat guy, or this would be really difficult." Charlie groaned sarcastically. He saw the flurry of white fur and suddenly superhuman strength surged through him. In an instant, he threw Hurley higher up in the tree and nimbly leapt several feet before climbing to the top.

"Is everyone okay?" Locke called. The polar bear roared below, unable to climb.

"Yeah, it's a shame I don't have a gun, or this critter would be dead!" Sawyer made a rude gesture towards the animal concerning the middle finger.

Charlie swooned on his branch here I am, Christ I'm in a tree again, can't breath, Claire, don't go away, must stay awake, can't breath, I'm dying, can't see, can't breath. Claire! Charlie realised he was holding his breath and released his lungs for sweet tropical air. His panic levels were still high, but he was in no immediate danger.

"John," Walter called to his tutor, "do you think I can get it?"

"Uhhh, I don't know about your accuracy of knives at this height." Locke breathed, white knuckled.

"Not a knife, John." Walt said and lashed out with the torch. The beehive made a graceful arch until it collided on the bear's head. The beast let out a roar of pain and anger as the bees swarmed it angrily. The bear fled, with the bees following it.

"Impressive." Locke admitted. Walt smiled then looked mournfully at his stung and burnt hand.

"Well done young padawan." Hurley laughed as he climbed cautiously down, his sagging pants getting caught in the vines. A branch snapped and he was face first in the ground again.

"I think Mr Pace has to be surgically removed from this tree." Sawyer laughed to Locke. Locke offered him a knife and Charlie was off the tree quicker than you could say "Fangirls".

"You are not going anywhere near me with a knife," Charlie gasped. He sat down on the ground next to Hurley, who was still lying on the ground, "Hurley, what in God's name are you doing?" he asked exasperated.

"Peanuts." Hurley breathed.

"What?"

TBC


Peanuts, one of the five food groups next to ice cream, chocolate, coke and pizza...yummmm.

Charlie can find me peanuts anytime.