A/N: Wow, sorry for taking so long. My muses have left me. Wahhh. But, I see that they are back. Maybe this week will be better and I can get up a third. Anyway this chapter is Charlie's POV at first and then Sayid's POV. Hope you enjoy. It's not as long as I would have liked though.

A/N2:I would also like you guys to vote on a pairing. These are what I would like to be options but I will take suggestions:
Locke/Boone
Jack/Boone
Locke/Charlie?
Locke/Charlie/Boone?

They had been here for half a month. If not, it had felt like four weeks to Charlie. It has been awhile since Loch played his little mind game, that what Charlie reckoned it was anyway, and he had foolishly thrown his stash in the fire. Now he wasstill slighty dealing with theeffects of drug deprivation. He felt cold inside, but he continued to sweat like a water fall. His hands felt clammy. And he continuously felt dizzy and tired.

Surprisingly, the only reprieve from these symptoms came from Sayid. At night, when Charlie couldn't sleep, he found himself talking to Sayid about their pasts. He told him about Drive Shaft. The fight with his best mate. The lead up to drug abuse.

He would ask Sayid about his past. Sometimes Sayid would get quiet. Sometimes he would hint at things. One night he eventually told Charlie about a girl who he held as a prisoner. About how she died.

Sometimes, Charlie would wake up to discover that he had fallen asleep on top of the other man. He'd lay there blushing. Marveling about how right it felt, but at how wrong it was. This went against the catholic church. But, then, when has he ever listened to the church's teachings. He's gone against so many of god's laws that he's begun to loose count.

He would sit up, and act as if nothing has happened, and wake Sayid up for another day of beach and jungle. Sayid would never know what he had been thinking. Sayid wouldn't think him a freak who was better off on the damn pills anyway. Sayid wouldn't leave Charlie, and then Charlie could imagine that things were different. That Sayid felt more then pity for him.

Another companion he felt utter trust in was Lexi. The small girl trusted almost no one else. She felt Jack, Locke, and Sayid as authority figures. He didn't understand why she insisted on following him. He also found out that she shied away from the others. Especially Sawyer. But, he figured if he was a five year old kid, he'd find Sawyer only second to the devil himself, with his permanent scowl.

On observing the other's on the islandwhich is what he felt was the only thing he was good forhe noticed that he might not be the only 'poofter' on the island. He would catch secret looks between two of the islanders. He knew neither of them knew that the other was looking and watching. That they were looking for some sort of sign. He knew all these looks very well himself from himself. He waited for the plane, because the plane would relieve his heartache.

The object of his affections lay sleeping beside him like most mornings. He hadn't the heart to wake him. He knew that after his exertion through the jungle Sayid had been having nightmares. He'd call out in his sleep, but it would be too faint for Charlie to understand. It also seemed that after Charlie had been returned from Steve's capture, Sayid's dreams had been more vivid and restless. He thought maybe the experience had triggered Sayid's own experiences in the jungle. Or maybe it was something more…maybe.

Sayid lays perfectly still, his breathing even. He knows Charlie is watching him once again. He doesn't know exactly what to say to that. He doesn't know what he's expected to do about it. He doesn't quit know what it is he feels for Charlie. He doesn't know why he was drawn to the ex-guitarist. He saw a man hurting and confused, but they all were weren't they? Maybe, some more than others. Maybe companion ship. Sayid finds Charlie someone easy to talk to. Someone who doesn't push others to talk, but doesn't interrupt when spoken to.

He lays there listlessly. Unwilling to interrupt the serene atmosphere that surrounds them both in there own section of the encampment. He could feel the dampness of predawn. Just about the time the camp comes alive. It's warm. It must have been during the night for he knows he's kicked his airplane blanket off while sleeping. The blanket smelled of ash and soot and fire, and just a hint of Charlie.

He can't believe he just thought that. He can't believe what thoughts have been running through his head. Remembering the feeling of waking in the middle of the night to the feel of silky blonde-brown hair tickling his collar bone, warm breathe seeping into his thin, green shirt, the pounding heart beating next to his own.

Sayid was startled out of his reverie by a pair of soft skin and rough bandages that voiced the owner's distress. He looked within the hypnotizing, blue eyes and wondered, Could this be love?

A/N3: So, let's hear those votes please! Also, I am proud to mention that I will no longer be 'holding my story for ransom'.

Thank You!