((Ok, here's something that I wrote that kinda fits into this story. I need it to tie in with Charlie's later thoughts... When he's in confinement.))

Charlie sat on the beach, finishing up the letter 'H' on the medical tape ring on his finger. Hurley plopped down beside Charlie and looked at the word 'hate' on Charlie's hand. He frowned,"Hey, dude?" Charlie looked up,"Yeah?" Hurley shifted a little,"Uh... hate's a strong word... you know?" Charlie just shrugged,"I hate this bloody island. The cheeseburger is taunting me. It's so bloody annoying. BOLLOCKS!"

Hurley blinked,"The what?"

Charlie snorted and pointed at Boone, who was trying to get something off of Sawyer. "That bassard! The dancing cheeseburger! He's taunting me, and I'm bloody well on my way to snapping!" A look crossed over Charlie's face and he sidled unnaturaly close to Hurley,"Will you be my friend? We can band together and fight the forces of the cheesy burger from Hell." The big man twitched and stood up,"I.. gotta go... over there. JAAACK!"for a large man, Hurley could run really fast. Charlie fell onto his side, cackling his head off. In approximately 5 minutes, he was back up and in his old position, staring out at the ocean, looking somber. Then, the dancing cheesburger waltzed in front of Charlie to get his attention, then twirled away with his cheeseburgery grace. Charlie scrambled up and leaped after the cheeseburger like a ballerina preforming Swan Lake. "Wait for me!"he called, leaping and bounding after Boone, who was very frightened. Boone started running as fast as he could to shake Charlie off, but he couldn't, try as he might. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! HE'S STALKING ME! THE STUPID BALLERINA IS STALKING ME LIKE PEPPY LEPEU!" The other people on the beach watched Charlie bound after Boone with a dreamy expression on his face. They were starting to think he was gay. Sayid, who was talking to Kate, shook his head in a disapproving manner,"That man is certainly odd." Kate laughed and nodded,"Jack thinks it's the... er..."

"The what?"

"The heat... Yeah, that's it, the heat. Jack thinks the heat is getting to him,"Kate said, obviously showing Sayid that she was a bad liar. Sayid opened his mouth to say something, but he was immediatly cut off by Boone's screaming,"HOLY SHIT! HE BIT ME! THE MOTHER FUCKER BIT ME! HE'S GIVEN ME RABIES! RABIES! GET HIM OFF!"Boone screamed in a high pitched and girly voice that made some people giggle. Charlie growled like a dog and wouldn't let up on Boone's flesh. He was even drooling a little. It took Jack, Locke, and Micheal to pull Charlie's jaws apart. Once Locke and Micheal were tying Charlie to a palm tree inside the jungle, Jack was tending to Boone's wound, trying to tell him that Charlie didn't have rabies. Jack laughed as he examined the wound,"Well, Boone. Charlie's hasn't given you a disease, but he has given you great teeth marks on your arm. If we ever need Charlie's bite radius, we'll come to you." Hurley waddled over to Jack's side, some bamboo and vines in his hands,"Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, Hurley?"

"Why don't we make that Charlie guy a straight jacket? He could use one, you know?"

Jack shook his head after thinking it over,"No. Not yet, anyway, It's just the heat. It's getting to him. Let's give it a couple of days to see if he goes back to.. his version of normal." hurley nodded,"OK, but I'm gonna make the straight jacket anyways." Jack laughed and walked off to console Boone even further, because Shannon was making it worse.

For the next two days Charlie was vined to the tree. Claire or Kate would bring him food or water from time to time, and when they came, he would always use a cheesy pickup line and promptly get slapped before they stormed off. "You know I turn you on!"he would always shout after them. Only hours after he was released from his bindings on the second day, did he get put in the stright jacket of doom and pointy pieces of bamboo.

Charlie rolled around in the sand, in his homemade straight jacket, laughing his ass off. Everybody watched and wondered who was going to kill or attempt to kill him off first. They had a betting system going on. Every single survivor had a bet, even Jack, who was supposed to be the responsible one. He'd put down his virgintity that Charlie would kill himself in a week by choking on sand. You wouldn't want to know what everybody else's were.. Considering Jack's bet was the mild one. The only mild one.

Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I had my internet taken away for bad grades. But, I got them up, and now I'm here to stay. I hope you liked this chapter, and I apologise sincerely for the long wait. One thing, if you have anything to say to me about any fic of mine without anybody else reading it, just AIM me at NewSunIsMe. Or E-Mail me, I don't care.