Oh No! this is the end!

It's finished. Kaput. Kicked the bucket. All Over Red Rover.

Hopefully I will write more stuff on LOST, but, I write really random stuff for really random things (as you've probably noticed)

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I don't own LOST, but hell, would I like to.

Dom, Charlie and Sawyer are all hot.

And I'm still glowing in the dark.


Hurley was one of the last ones to arrive at the caves, and nearly fifty people were arranged in a typical dinner setting. He noticed to food hadn't arrived and sat down between Walt and Charlie. Walt squirmed over quickly, but not fast enough.

"Hurley…you're squishing me." Walt gasped.

"Sorry dude, not much space on the floor."

"You got that right." Charlie gasped on the other side, "geroff my leg."

"Sorry, sorry. Hey, where's all the food?"

"It's coming, and it coming slower than a migrating coconut. But, keep your pants on." Charlie laughed. Hurley pulled up his sagging pants discretely. He wiggled and pulled out the large wad of money from his shirt pocket and presented it to Walt.

"Here you go…don't spend it all at once." Hurley smirked. Walt's eyes widened as he held the money in his hands, then realised that he had nothing to spend it on. He presently stuffed it in his pocket.

"That's a lot of money for a little boy." Sawyer appeared and sat directly opposite them, right beside Kate. She groaned and edged a little closer to Jack, who was right next to her.

"I'm not a little boy…besides; I won that money fair and square." Walter huffed.

"You saying that I don't?"

"You probably couldn't win a game fairly to save your life."

Hurley elbowed him in the ribs. Sawyer raised his eyes in bemused shock.

"Of course I have! But, then again, I have a skill for hiding aces up my sleeves…I don't want to waste any talent." He chuckled slyly, calming down. Walt and Charlie frowned furiously at him.

It was Locke's timing that broke the tension. He arrived and was carrying a large platter full of carved meat, he was followed by several people carrying pots of tea and coffee, coconut shells, platters of honey, fish, fruit salad and a small bowl of (very crumbled) sugar cubes. People applauded, and some (like Charlie) said Grace.

"Dear Lord, thank you for allowing me to stay alive this day, despite the hardship of killer bees, Hurley's stomach, demented bears and whopping debt. I thank you. Also, please get me off this island. If you do that, I will go to church everyday for a month. Amen." And using the sugar tongs, he launched himself into the large platter of meat.

He had to admit Locke's skill with cooking surpassed his expectations, and ate hungrily, "This is pretty good isn't it Hurley? Hurley?"

Hurley couldn't answer, he was crying with joy.

Sawyer poured tea into his coconut shell, he was still steaming over the little boy's retort, but cheered up when he looked at the freckles on Kate's face.

"Pass the sugar, sugar." He asked her. She rolled her eyes and gave him the small silver bowl.

"Pass the honey, honey." He smirked. She passed him the jar of honey, her lips pressed thinly together.

"Pass the tea, bag." She asked evilly. Sawyer silently gave her the teapot. Hurley and Charlie choked with laughter and Jack was laughing quietly to himself.

"Heh heh heh…ah hahaha! Dude! I-I think something just came out of my nose." Hurley snorted to Charlie, "Whoa, dude! Breathe."

Charlie gasped in a breath and remained giggling. Soon they both stopped and wiped away tears of mirth, but by that time, people had finished their meal and were left to doze and relax by the many fires.

"I feel like singing a song. Any song requests Claire?" he asked the pregnant woman.

"No. I don't know…sing something nice for tonight." She smiled. Charlie bobbed excitedly and grabbed his guitar, and was soon plucking some sweet unknown melody.

Hurley was resting quietly. He was content, after satisfying his hunger and having a wonderfully adventurous day. Two dark skinny legs confronted him.

"Hey, Hurley. Do you want to play backgammon with me?" Walt asked.

"Well…Okay. No cheating alright, dude?" he lifted himself of the ground.

"Alright! I bet twenty thousand dollars that I'll win tonight, knowing you that you suck harder than a raver on a Chupa-Chup."

"Hey! That's really mean, dude. Well, I'll see you and raise you to eighty-two thousand dollars." Hurley smiled.

"Deal?"

"Deal." Hurley shook Walt's outstretched hand.

A little later…

"Dude! How did you do that! You must have pulled some nasty little Jedi trick on me, you scrawny little runt. Hey! Come back here!" Hurley shouted out over the magical calm created by full bellies listening to Charlie's guitar.


THE END


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