Hey thanx for all the wonderful reviews! I don't have much time I'm in a physics class, and bored witless.

Don't own Lost

I own heaps of Dom/Charlie backgrounds. heheh


Hurley is truly a nice guy…but that depended on one's point of view. Let's take the peanut bush, for example…the peanut bush and its offspring (the peanuts) were having a pleasant day. The sun was strong enough to induce photosynthesis, the water was plentiful and the carbon dioxide was rich. It was the good life for a plant.

But suddenly, out of seeming non-existence, its first contact with a human being was to prove potentially fatal to the plant. It was ripped out of the ground by pudgy fingers and some of its leaves were smashed by the overwhelming pressure by those same hands. It was taken far out into inhospitable territory, a place of sand and salt, and was left to wilt and die in the heat.

In its agony, it sensed it torturer near. It knew it would die, but gave a silent plea:

I may die, but please…PLEASE, save my children! I'm begging you! Plant them and give them life!

Hurley felt a call and raised his hand for action, but the plant's call was over-ridden by a stronger, more animal, force.

Dude, this is your stomach speaking. I am very upset you haven't paid very much attention to me lately. You see those brown pods? Yes? Inside are peanuts…I want those. Ignore those feelings of guilt for Charlie and the god-forsaken plant, TAKE SOME!

Hurley reached over and took a peanut pod from the plant.

NO! Not my dear Penelope and Percival. AH! How dear you take Paris and Paul! You-you ANIMAL!

Suddenly, the plant's saviour appeared from nowhere and leapt upon the unsuspecting Hurley.

"I saw you eating them you pig!" Charlie cried, wrenching the plant out of his reach.

"I only had two pods!"

"Yes, you only had two…which means you had four peanuts, which means you had eight half-peanuts. This means that there are fewer peanuts for Claire!"

Huh? Fewer peanuts for Claire? Is that some new monster? You can't have my children!

"Dude, you are obsessed!" Hurley curled up into a protective ball, pointing an accusing sticky middle finger at Charlie. Charlie returned the finger gesture, the large "A" waggling in front of Hurley's face.

"I can't believe I spent the entire day looking for something for you to eat! Going through polar bears, killer bees, killer debt, not to mention walking through the forest with that psycho Sawyer…and now :sniff: when I find peanuts, you deny them to me!"

"Dude, don't cry on me." Hurley said, looking at Charlie. Charlie had reverted back into sulking mode and attempted a puppy-dog face at Hurley. Considering that Charlie was cuter and had better control over his facial muscles, it worked.

"I'm sorry Charlie," Hurley sighed, "even though I did find the peanuts first, I shouldn't have dragged you along like that."

"No, I'm sorry to, I went along voluntarily, and I shouldn't complain about something I choose to do."

"Dude, that's okay." Hurley said, patting Charlie's back.

"Here, I have your twenty thousand dollars. If you want to repay me, give it to Kate…that's if we ever get off this island."

"Dude! Thank you! Here's my- I mean, your peanuts." Hurley gave the wilting bush to Charlie. Charlie jumped in delight and began to prance around swinging the bush in the air, much to the peanut bush's terror.

"Thank you Hurley!" Charlie said, and began to skip in the general direction of Claire.

"That's Okay. And stop nancing around! You're not going to win any hearts looking like a prat on heat!" he called to him.

"Yes Hurley." And Charlie began to walk slowly, dragging his feet in the sand.


The peanut bush's name is Patsy