A/N: Wow, I am SO sorry for not updating any of my stories, except Goodbyes Never Last, but I've had a really hard last past two weeks. My best friends and I aren't friends anymore; let alone speaking to each other. Everything is sliding into place, and it's finally hitting me that I'm actually going into high school. I mean, for so long, you want to reach that age, and then you do, and you wonder where the hell the rest of the your life went. And now you know that you have millions of other kids wanting to be exactly like you are, just heading into high school. And let me tell you, it's sort of scary. You have your whole life open out in front of you, and there are so many paths you can take that it's unimaginable. And you have to think ahead, asking yourself if you're still going to be interested in writing 10 years from now. And you just don't know. So you wing it, or head out on a branch that is just about to break. But I have good news. I'm finally back. And I'm opening up a whole new side of my writing. So, now instead of just writing for Gilmore Girls and Lost, I'm proud to say that soon, there will be a story out from me about The Matrix. ((Squee!)) I went out, got all three movies, and proceeded to watch all of them, watching the first one twice. And as much crap as they get from people who hate them, I must say that it is an amazing trilogy.
Capture The Flag
Summary: Who knew that such a simple game could bring out the deepest competitive sides in the survivors?
Status: One Last Chapter To Go (After This One)
Capture the Flag – Chapter 4 – Paging A Mr. Sawyer
Charlie looked around the clearing, breathing hard.
"Claire!" He hissed, "Stop ducking around, and come on!"
But there was no reply.
"Claire?" The rock star whispered again, not realizing the trap he fell into. "Claire, come on!"
"Charlie! Don't take another step!" Her voice came from the side, terrified. "Stop where you are!"
"Why?" He asked, disregarding the warning, and walking towards the place where the noise had originated. Suddenly he flew up in the air, a rope his only lifeline for hitting the ground headfirst.
"…That's why." Claire sighed, "I told you not to do that! But you just go off and do it" An irritated tone entered.
"Well, you just going to sit there, or are you going to help me get down?" Charlie asked, hoping it was the latter. He didn't really prefer hanging upside down for too much longer.
"…I should just leave you there." She spat at him, getting angry, "Because you're blaming me for something I certainly didn't cause."
"Just get me the fuck down!" Charlie screamed, getting scared. Blood was rushing to his head at what felt like an unusually quick pace, and he knew his face was getting red.
"… Get yourself down. I'm sick of always getting yelled at!" Claire shot back, and headed back into the bushes.
"Claire! Dammit! Please come back? Come on, you know I didn't mean it like that…" Charlie pleaded; a pang of guilt flew through his heart.
But she didn't come back out.
And that's when the rope broke. A distant thud could be heard for feet around the spot, along with an ear-splitting scream of pain.
(Space)
Sayid could hear the deep breathing of Shannon next to him, her body slightly moving around, rustling the leaves.
"Oh my God!" A male voice came out, "I so did not want to see this!"
Shannon gave out a scream, and tried to cover herself as best she could.
Hurley tried to shield his eyes as much as possible, but it felt like the image was burnt into his mind, never to leave him alone. Lumbering from the spot, he tripped over a root and proceeded to fall down face flat in the mud. But he got up quickly, and ran through the trees.
"…Poor man," Sayid gave a chuckle, "I suppose we should have headed to a more, say… "secluded" place then this."
Shannon just groaned and got up, trying to find her pants, which she had hastily discarded at the beginning.
"…I'm sorry." Sayid added, trying to make her feel better.
But the blonde woman just stared at him in disbelief, "What do you have to be sorry for? You weren't the cause of him seeing us together, or, hell, even responsible for crashing the plane… right?"
Sayid winced at the insecurity that shone in Shannon's eyes. He wanted so much to take her in his arms and tell her that it'd all be okay for them, but he knew that that was just a lie to try to cover up the more seemingly bigger truth. "No, Shannon, I am not responsible for any of those things." He spoke, his accent thickening, trying to cover up the hurt in his voice.
"Then you have nothing to be sorry for." She mumbled, finally finding the khakis in a small shrub just outside the clearing.
"Nothing to be sorry for in this moment, no. But that still doesn't make me sorry for everything that's happened to you," He also found his shirt, and grabbed it up, the sleeves gliding over his muscles.
"Sayid. Stop. I don't want to hear anything else about him." Shannon glared at the man that she claimed she loved. But bother her and him knew it was just a rebound thing, covering up the real hurt she had experienced when Boone had passed into the next life.
Sayid merely nodded, and they both went about finding their clothes, just glad that this moment hadn't escalated into what seemed like an inevitable fight. "I'll see you at dinner, right? When this so-called game is all over?" He gave her a warm smile.
Shannon glanced at him, and gave him a small smile, "Of course I will."
And with that all said and done, the two left the clearing.
(Space)
Sawyer glanced around the jail camp furtively, and if looks could kill, all the rest of the beach people there would be dead. He knew that Jack soon would be careening through the forest, screaming the awful truth that Sawyer had lied. Just like everything else, he wanted to be number one. And then the doctor would halt right in front of the con man, stare down at him with those big innocent eyes, and proceed to tell him off in everyway possible. And then he'd finish with something about Kate, and "now he knew how it felt to be the odd one out." But Sawyer just come back with the reply that he knew what the feeling felt like, because he had been in that position for so long that it had become a habit with him. A game.
Sawyer swore he could hear the approaching footsteps now, and wasted no time to tell the doctor who had appeared that he had been expecting him.
"So, got something you wanna share with the class, then, doc?" He gave Jack a smirk.
"Why'd you do it?" Jack stared at him from halfway across the clearing, "Why do you always have to do it?"
"Do what?" Sawyer jerked his chain a bit more, but knew what the goodie-good was talking about.
"Out of everything I expected you to do, this was at the top of my list. Turning a simple child's game into something else." Jack shook his head, his eyes full of what seemed like sympathy for the man.
"Exactly. Why the hell are we playin' a game made for them kids?" Sawyer grinned, "Why are we actin' like them when we're so much more smarter then that? You wanna have fun, go fuck someone, not play some stupid game!" His voice rose with every word he spoke, and by the end of the sentence, all the attention was on him.
Jack shook his head again, clearly sick of it. "You know what I'm going to say, Sawyer, so I'm not going to waste any breath on you. You ruined it, and we all know it. So now you deal with the damn consequences. Welcome to my world." He threw the flag onto the ground, and walked away, leaving Sawyer aghast and stunned to the point where he could manage to get just a couple words out.
That's when he noticed everyone still staring at him. "What the hell chu people lookin' at?" He grumbled, and turned away, leaving them to sort out everything that had just happened.
(Space)
Charlie ran past the group of people, his shirt on top of his head, nursing the blood-oozing wound. Some took second glances, while others let a giggle escape that soon turned into a full-fledged laugh. But Charlie didn't care. He just wanted to find Claire.
His shoes flapped against the soft dirt, his voice penetrating the thick, humid air. "Claire! Come back, Claire!" He called.
Some survivors tried to follow him, but as soon as they got up close, the brit just waved them away, sometimes with a "Get the blood hell away from me, you git!" and others with a "What are you looking at, you loon?" But whatever the response was, they eventually tore away from him at one point or another.
Taking a left turn, he soon found himself at the caves, silently thanking the Lord at what he heard. "Claire!" He headed over, and sat by her, "Claire, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean anything."
But she kept her head turned the other way.
"Claire?" He breathed in, "… You aren't still mad… are you?" He questioned.
"Charlie, I think it's time." Her words were filled to the brim with terror and fear. She nodded with her decision, as if she was reassuring herself of the same thing.
"Time? Time for what?" Charlie was confused; he knew they had talked about taking their relationship to the next level, but he hadn't wanted it to happen this quickly, and he was certain she hadn't either.
"Time for us to… to break up." She bit her lip, concentrating on the small rock tucked beneath dirt. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him, to see what his expression was.
His face showed shock, and surprise, but more then anything else, it showed hurt. "…I-I thought we had something here, Claire…" It was taking much more will power then he had to try to calm himself down, "I honestly did. Guess I was severely mistaken."
"Oh Charlie…" She let one tear escape from her eye, "I just don't see things working out for us in the future."
"Future? Who cares about the bloody fucking future! For all I know, we could be stuck here till the end of time, and just be fine!" Charlie screamed out, "Just be perfectly find together."
"Charlie, you know that there's a chance of them finding us some day. I know you do. And things would just be so much more easier to go back to if they were the same." Claire tried to make him see the optimistic part.
"Love wasn't supposed to be easy!" He declared, "I don't want things to be the same when we go back! I want you to be included in my life, Aaron too. Claire, don't do this to me…"
"Whoever said this was about you?" Claire asked.
But a scream of delight blocked him from answering. A flag had been found.
LOST
A/N: Updated ASAP. Please leave reviews. I'll try to have this up by tonight, but my internet just went down, like always.