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Anna( ) - good question I thought about it myself. Lets just say there was a preist on the island. If there can be a con man, convict, heroin addict, and some magical kid all on one plane than there can be a preist. LOL!

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October Sky - same as the above...your forgiven LOL! not that i was even mad though! woot yes yes kate is pregnant lets have a party!

Charlie sat in the corner of a booming club. He sat at a table, slowly drinking his beer. He twirled the beer, round and round on the table. He was exhausted and in desperate need of a fix. His hands began to twitch and he was getting a massive headache.Charlie got up to leave when the door opened. To his surprise it was Jack and Kate. He sat back down at the table and pulled the hood of his hoodie up over his head, hoping they wouldn't notice him.Casually, he took a sip of his beer.

"Charlie," he heard Jack's voice.

"Dammit," he muttered to himself.

Jack sat across from Charlie at the table.

"Is there anything you want to tell me Charlie," Jack asked?

Charlie looked up at Jack. "No, why," he asked.

Jack shrugged. "Just wondering."

"Well, if you don't mind, I have to be going, I'll see you later," Charlie said, getting up from the table. Jack also got up grabbing onto Charlie's arm. Charlie winced. Jack looked at him in shock.

"You haven't done anything about your wrist yet," Jack asked?

"No, I've been busy," Charlie replied, trying to pull away from Jack.

"Doing what," Jack asked?

"Living my life. Now will you please let me go," Charlie said, irritated.

"Charlie, please tell me your not using again," Jack said softly.

Charlie looked up at Jack with pure hate in his eyes. "It's none of you business," he growled.

"It is my business," Jack said firmly.

Charlie tried to pull away from the doctor's grasp. His grip on him was firm and wouldn't let up anytime soon. Charlie knew he had to do something quick. His head was aching, his body twitching, begging him to take a hit. Frantically Charlie searched for a way of escape from Jack so he did the first thing that came to mind. He threw a punch at Jack, connecting with his face. Jack stumbled back, shocked and caught off guard. Kate came running up.

"Charlie, what the hell was that for," she yelled.

"Stay out of this Kate," Jack screamed, pushing her aside.

Jack grabbed Charlie by the hair and pushed him up against a wall. His heart ached when he saw Charlie, one of his best friends, face contorted in pain because of him...again. People from the club began to gather around the fight. Many of the laughed and pointed, for most were drunk or high.

"Stop acting like this Charlie. Clean up or stay a junkie," Jack growled maliciously to the rocker.

Charlie opened his eyes a bit.

"I think I'll choose stay. I've never been this happy since before Claire died," Charlie replied, trying to rip away.

Jack looked confused and hurt.

"Why are the drugs making you happier," he asked, still sounding angry, but a little more gentle.

"Because, when I take them, it makes me forget all the pain, all the grief, all the suffering," Charlie whimpered, holding back tears. Jack let go of Charlie's hair, but still held him against the wall.

"I can help you through this Charlie. I did before, on the island," Jack said softly.

"Claire was on the island, and she helped me to," Charlie sobbed.

Jack looked at the weeping rocker. He let go of him. The people in the club resumed to what they had been doing before. Kate watched on.

"I know that Charlie," Jack said sadly. "But Sydney has some great rehabs you can go to."

Charlie stopped his crying. He set his eyes upon Jack.

"I don't need to go to some bloody rehab," Charlie spat, and ran for the door.

Jack sped after him trying to catch up, but Charlie was to quick for him and was practically down the street before he made it to the door.

"CHARLIE GET BACK HERE," Jack yelled down the street, causing those who were passing by to stop and stare. Jack sat in the door way. He sighed. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Looking up he saw Kate. She gave him a faint smile and sat down beside him.

"He's high maintenance," she sighed.

"Your not kidding," Jack agreed.

There was an awkward silence. Kate stared out into the street while Jack had his gaze set upon the pavement beneath his feet.

"I'll never forget how happy he looked. Him and Claire. Basking in the sun, staring into the clouds. They were a perfect family. Charlie, Claire, and Jacob. Why did something that was so right have to go so wrong," she said, not braking her gaze from across the street?

Jack looked up at his wife.

"I don't know," he whispered. "But I swear to God. I'll straighten Charlie out. I'll at least make him half the Charlie I used to know."

Kate looked upon her husband. She laid her head down on his shoulder. "The Charlie we used to know," she whispered to herself.

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