Lost Slash Fic: Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.
Hmmmm, I have no clue as to what to do, so let's see where this goes.
Charlie woke up alone, curled up into a little ball. He opened his eyes a crack and saw that Sawyer had left the cave. He pouted a little to himself, he was cold. Gaah, what was he thinking? Did he really expect for the other man to stay around with him, holding him like that? A sigh escaped his lips as he wondered why he was feeling this way.
As if on cue, Sawyer walked through the cave entrance, two halves of coconut shells in his hands. "Drink up." He said simply, handing Charlie one of the water filled halves. Charlie nodded and took a drink, enjoying the taste of water and not drugs. Sawyer sat down on a rock and asked him "Are you okay? You sort of passed out a coupla times last night." Was this….worry that he was showing? It was, and Sawyer was as confused about these feelings as Charlie.
Charlie thought a moment, debating on whether or not to tell Sawyer about the drugs. "I…guess I was just really tired from the crash and all." He lied, trying to smile slightly. Sawyer responded with an "Ok." He took a sip of his own water before going back to his own thoughts. Charlie sat in the silence, finding that it grew so awkward that he brought up conversation "So do you know if everyone else is okay?" he asked, referring to the other people on the island, under the leadership of Jack.
Sawyer replied "Yeah, looks like they got their heads together. They've already got a camp set up." He could've stayed with the others at the camp, yet he chose to stay with Charlie, why? Charlie seemed to read his mind to an extent "Why did you stay with me then?" he'd actually pretty much blurted it out since he didn't know why he said it.
Sawyer was a little surprised about the question and hesitantly answered "I guess I just….was…worried about you." He said the last part rather quietly. It wasn't like him to admit such feelings, especially to another man. "Oh." Charlie replied a little confused. "Ummm, do you think we should go to the camp and sleep there?" he continued.
"Well, I guess if you want to." Sawyer replied. Why was he saying this? It was liked he wanted to stay with Charlie alone in this cave. Then again, a part of him did want that. "We can stay here." Charlie said, sensing what Sawyer meant when he asked. He smiled a bit to himself, now beginning to realize the feelings he had.
Sawyer actually smiled a little as well. "Good. I mean…yeah…." He trailed off, trying to hide his happiness. "We should probably go talk with that Jack guy then." He said, standing up to change the subject. "Okay then." Charlie said, standing up as well. Sawyer walked out onto the beach, Charlie following, in the direction of the camp. It was a few minutes of a walk so it was mostly awkward silence.
Sawyer was trying to thin of how to tell Jack that Charlie and he would stay in the cave alone without sounding suspicious. He'd probably make up some crap about how they're already settled in, and that it'll be easier for just two people to live alone.
During the walk, Charlie was thinking about all of his feelings. It seemed like the feeling was mutual from Sawyer, but Charlie was never good at figuring stuff like that out. It was just that when they first woke up together, he'd felt a…connection, or something corny like that. And despite having a reputation as a ladies-man, he'd been a little…curious some nights.
They neared the camp to see many people moving about, tents already up. Sawyer led them over to where Jack's tent was to see him treating a few minor wounds. They waited until he was done with his current patient to tell Jack. Sawyer stepped forward and with as serious a face as he could muster, he told Jack "Charlie and I are gonna live out in that cave by ourselves. I suspect you'll probably want us to help around the camp and we will, but we'll sleep in the cave." Jack listened and took this in, looking from Charlie to Sawyer. "Well, as long as you do help, I see no problem with that." He smiled to himself afterwards, sensing the feelings between the two.
Sawyer frowned slightly when Jack smiled, but decided to leave it. "Well then, is there anything you'd like us to do?" he asked. It was odd how he used 'us' instead of 'me and Charlie'. Jack thought for a moment and said "Well, you two can be head of our fish-catching. Actually, you'll just be testing to see if any fish are out there. Maybe it's good food, maybe it's not. I'll leave it to you as to how you'll catch them." Charlie and Sawyer both nodded before Jack went back to his work.
The two left the tent and Sawyer said "I suppose we should get wood to make spears." Looking around until he found a machete in the camp. Charlie replied "O…ok." Being a rock star, he hadn't done actual work in a long time. Sawyer led them out to the jungle, looking for the lightest, thinnest bamboo branches. Charlie just watched as the other man cut down two branches and sharpened them expertly.
Sawyer handed Charlie one of them and said "I do hope you know how to catch a fish with this." Charlie felt a little offended. It seemed like Sawyer assumed he'd never done anything like that before. "Of course I have." He replied, taking a spear. That was a lie.
Sawyer only shrugged and headed for the beach, Charlie still following. They continued along until they got to a good spot, or as judged by Sawyer. "We'll hunt here." He announced, stopping at a spot by a rock formation jutting out into the water. The Texan pulled off his shirt, revealing his tan, muscular body. Charlie blushed as he saw this, momentarily staring before taking his own shirt off. Though it was only a brief glance, Sawyer also took a moment to admire the other man's body.
They waded out into the surf and Sawyer immediately began scanning the shallows for fish. Seeing as how he had no clue what to do, Charlie mimicked Sawyer, trying to look for anything resembling a fish. Suddenly, Sawyer shot out with his spear, a fish on the end. "Haha!" he said triumphantly, putting his fish on a spot on the rock. Charlie watched and tried to remember how Sawyer had done that. As luck would have it, he spotted a fish of his own and carefully stalked up to it before stabbing out with his spear. Of course, he missed by foot and the fish swam off. "Damn!" he yelled out in frustration.
Sawyer looked up for a moment to see Charlie failing at his catch. A small smile crept on his face and a chuckle could be heard. Charlie fumed for a moment before looking in the waters again.
A few minutes went on with Sawyer having caught four more fish and Charlie still at zero. At the umpteenth "Dammit!" from Charlie, Sawyer asked the other man "Are you sure you've done this before?" "Of course I have!" Charlie snapped back, the lie quite obvious. "Ya know, I could just teach you how. It's not that hard. "He offered, trying to be friendly.
Charlie was about to snap back again when he realized that Sawyer was being nice. "Oh…I guess so." He replied, now rather timid. Sawyer put his own spear up on the rock before wading over to Charlie. "Okay, first you need to find a fish." He instructed, standing behind the other man. Charlie obeyed and after a minute, he spotted one. "Ooo, there's one. "He whispered. "Okay, now take your spear," Sawyer took Charlie's hand in his own, guiding his spear, "and you have to thrust as quickly and hard as you can." Charlie nodded, now beginning to blush when he felt how close their bodies were. Sawyer helped Charlie with the motion and there was now a wriggling fish on the end of the spear. "I did it!" Charlie cried triumphantly. "Good job." Sawyer said smiling.
He also blushed now as he realized that he was still holding Charlie's hand and was pressed against him. "Ummmm." He said, back away a little. "Thank you!" Charlie cried again, hugging Sawyer now. Both men were a little shocked as Charlie continued to hug Sawyer. Both faces were flushed, their bare torsos pressed together, slick with water. Sawyer timidly returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Charlie for a second before backing away a bit. "We should get back to fishing." He said, clearing his throat before going off for his spear. "Oh…yeah." Charlie replied, somehow disappointed. What did he expect though, for Sawyer to kiss him? Actually…yes.
Fweeeee! There it is! I'm soooooo sorry I haven't updated in awhile and I'm sure you all want some drama and kissing, so I will try to work in both in the next chapter. Thank you to those who've reviewed and I hope you'll keep reading. Until next time!