A/N: This is my first time writing something other than LotR. I really hope you like this. It is slash, but I put Lexi in, because I want to envision how my niece would survive. IT made me kind of scared to know of how scared she would be to lose everything.

PLEASE READ!

Warnings: AU(sort of), SLASH, drug deprivation, death

Disclaimer: I really don't know who owns these people, but it sure ain't me.

Pairing(s): Sayid/Charlie, (maybe, let me know what you want) Jack/Sawyer

The air smelled of transmission fluid, smoke billowed into the air, and the only sounds were whispers and quiet sobbing. A little girl sat quietly in the sand. Her dress and jeans almost completely covered. Her long, dark brown hair hung loosely. All the noise around her made her head hurt. All she wanted was for her papa to return.

"They've uncovered another body," Jack said as he grabbed hold of Lexi's hand. Lexi was annoyed. She didn't know why she had to see people from the crash who didn't survive. She was waiting for her papa, and couldn't go somewhere where he couldn't find her.

When they got to the area where the bodies where being laid, Lexi's eyes looked at each one mournfully. The newest addition was one of the most gruesome. His mouth was opened in a silent scream. A pipe had gone through his neck.

Lexi whimpered, and tried to free her hand, but Jack's grip was too strong. "Papa!" She felt her knees give out, and she was lifted up. She buried her face into Jack's neck and cried.

Lexi sat in the sand, her feet buried. She stared hauntingly out at the water. Her green eyes were blood shot. Charlie sat next to her. Making sure she wouldn't cave in. His heart went out to the four year old orphan.

The sky was colored red and orange with the setting sun. About an hour ago they had salvaged everybody they could find. Everyone was settling down the best they could, and finding places to sleep. Charlie and Lexi still sat on the beach. Charlie silently observed that the tide had begun to come in, and hoped that Lexi wasn't planning on staying too long.

When he looked over at the girl, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He stood, and lifted the girl up. He moved further up the beach towards the others. He laid her down near Claire and the fire. Claire spared him a glance, and fell back asleep. Charlie looked at them guiltily, and headed towards the tree line. He barely searched for anyone looking, before he hid behind a tree.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a little baggy full of pills. He was about to reach in when he felt some one grab hold of his arm. Startled, he dropped the bag and spilt most of the pills. He would have dove to rescue them if the hand wasn't keeping him from doing so.

He noticed that the hand was darker then his own. He followed the arm up to the person's face to find a stern, disapproving expression. The grip on his arm tightened, and Charlie stared at him confused. Sayid spun him so he was facing him completely. "What do you think you are doing!"

"Nothing." Charlie looked down at the ground. He felt himself begin to sweat slightly. There was a completely non-medical reason why he needed those pills. He vaguely thought he saw half of one laying between his feet. He knew that Sayid knew what he was doing. He just didn't know why he cared. As long as the help was stable, why would anyone care.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself." Sayid stared into Charlie's blue eyes and felt pity for the stress found there. "I won't leave you to do this to yourself."

Charlie saw the pity in Sayid's eyes, and felt ashamed of himself. He stared, once more at the pill on the ground, and pulled himself from the other's hold. "I don't need your bloody help or pity, alright?"

"But, you do, Charlie. Can't you see that?" Sayid willed Charlie to stay with his eyes. Looking into the troubled orbs, he knew Charlie wanted to stop. He knew that Charlie had regrets. He knew there was no going back to the past to fix the wrongs done. He knew he could never go back to save her.

Charlie stared at Sayid almost menacingly. "Why do you care?" He shouted, "Why do you bloody care? I'm stable this way! I'm better off this way!"

"Are you, Charlie? Is the fantasy really better that reality? In reality you have emotion and memory. In your drug induced illusion, you feel one thing and remember one thing, nothing." Sayid gazed calmly at Charlie, and became surprised at the tears upon the Brit's face.

"If you feel nothing, you can't get hurt."

-tbc-

A/N: I really hope you like that. I've been a little depressed. Am I the only one who thinks Valentine's Day is depressing? Plus, all I did this Valentine's Day was think about how sweet my ex-boyfriend was. Love sucks.

Anyway….Please review. If I get at least 5 I will give you more.