Lost Slash Fic: Ch. 4

Disclaimer: Don't own Lost…yet.

Okay, after fishing, they headed back to the cave, hopefully for dramaticness.

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Charlie sat alone in their cave, staring at the small bag of heroin now in his hand. He couldn't escape the drugs, he was too weak. The only thing that kept him from taking them now was Sawyer. No way would he be just a druggy washed out guitarist to him, for now he was made up, he knew that he cared for, if not loved, Sawyer.

Then again, what was stopping him from taking it now, when Sawyer was gone? It'd be easy, just one sniff and then, all his pain would go away. Just as he was about to open the bag, he heard the steps of another person entering the cave. It was Sawyer, holding a few fish on a string. "I gave the rest to Jack." He said, setting them on a rock. In the time Sawyer had entered and began talking, Charlie had already stuffed away the heroin.

"Oh, okay then." He replied a little more quick than usual. Sawyer looked at him odd when he talked abnormally "You ok?" He asked, Charlie's response just a plain nod. Sawyer shrugged, sitting down on a rock, silent. Charlie turned his eyes down to the floor, thinking. 'Does he feel the same? Did I really feel something back in the water?'

Sawyer sighed, standing up again. "Are you hungry now?" He asked. The Texan was hungry, so he'd cook the fish whether Charlie cared or not. "Oh yeah, I could go for food." Charlie replied, taking a second to realize that Sawyer meant to eat the fish. Sawyer nodded again, saying "We'll have to go to the camp for wood; I haven't made a pile for us yet." It felt weird referring to him and Charlie as 'us'. Charlie nodded in reply, standing up to follow Sawyer.

The walk to the camp was yet again silent, neither of the men wanting to talk much. Charlie was just content to walk with Sawyer though if that was all he got to do with him. They soon came to the camp and a few people waved at them. Neither of them knowing many of the people, they just absentmindedly waved back.

A little into the camp, a fire was blazing and they could see what looked like fish in the fire. Jack looked up from his meal and spotted Sawyer and Charlie. "Hey guys! Thanks for the fish." He said, surprisingly upbeat. Charlie blushed a little, responding with "Well, Sawyer was the one who taught me how to fish, thank him more." Sawyer in turn blushed, though it was so light it could be passed off as the heat of the weather.

"Well, whoever caught 'em, thanks." Jack said. "You're welcome to eat with the rest of us." He added, motioning to some of the seats around the fire. Charlie looked to Sawyer, his eyes telling him he wanted to stay. Sawyer just sighed and nodded, being the anti-social person he is.

Charlie sat down by a large fellow. "You want one man?" The guy offered, a skewered fish in his hand. "Yeah, thanks." Charlie replied, eagerly taking a bit out of the food. It was amazing how hungry he was, though a day without food would do that to ya. "I'm Hurly." The large man said a smile on his face. "Hey Hurly, I'm Charlie." He replied, smiling as well. A sigh of relief escaped from Hurly and he said "Good to know I have at least one friend here." Charlie laughed a little at his response, but nodded in agreement.

Sawyer sat down next to a blond girl. Plucking a fish deftly from the fire, he sat back and began to gnaw away at it. The girl next to him silently looked him over, and soon began to stare. "Somethin on my face?" He asked a little bit more acid in his words than intended. He girl blushed slightly, though with anger. "Well excuse me for having eyes." She retorted in a huff. Sawyer chuckled to himself at her outburst. "I'm Sawyer." He stated, being surprisingly talkative. The girl looked back to him, expecting a harsh remark, but was pleased that he was just saying his name. "Oh, I'm Shannon." She replied, smiling a little.

After about 15 minutes, both Charlie and Sawyer had made a new friend. The fish was gone, a multitude of bones laying around, and despite the dreary situation they were all in, everyone seemed to be in a good mood. Charlie and Hurly had talked about stuff like which bands rocked and which ones sucked. Sawyer and Shannon had made basically small talk, almost like what you'd do on a date. The sun had set and the fire was the only source of light, shadows dancing everywhere.

Another ten minutes, and Sawyer stood up, telling Shannon he should get back to the cave. With a disappointed look, she reluctantly said good-bye as Sawyer went over to tell Charlie they were leaving. Charlie nodded and said good-bye to Hurly, promising to find him tomorrow. About five feet into the darkness, Sawyer snapped his fingers and said "Dammit, forgot the wood. Wait right here." He told Charlie running back to the camp. Charlie nodded and sat down on the sand, waiting for Sawyer.

Sawyer ran over to Jack, asking him where the firewood was. Jack pointed him in the direction, telling him there should be enough for Charlie and Sawyer to take. With a nod, Sawyer ran off to the wood pile. After he'd picked up a few pieces, he heard a voice. "Hello there Sawyer." It was a woman's voice. Turning around, he saw Shannon, standing there a few feet off. "Oh, hello. "He replied, trying not to look startled. She had a wry grin on her face and she moved towards Sawyer, almost like she was stalking her prey.

Sawyer pretended not to notice, instead going back to gathering wood. "Why don't you come sleep with me tonight?" She offered, almost in a purr. "No thanks, I got my own lodgings." He replied calmly. She was now right next to him and somehow managed to slip in front of him. "I wasn't asking." She said, leaning up to forcefully kiss him. Sawyer's eyes widened and he instantly threw her off. "What are you doing!" He yelled, backing away. "Oh come on, I know you want it too." She replied, tackling him to the ground, yet again kissing him. Now Sawyer could've easily gotten her off, but he didn't want to hurt her. He struggled lightly, hoping she'd just go.

Charlie had now been waiting for five minutes. Surely it couldn't take that long to gather wood, he thought. He stood up and slipped into camp, heading around until he found Jack. "Where's the wood pile?" He asked him. Jack furrowed his brow "Sawyer already went to get some, but it's that way." He replied, pointing to where the wood was. Charlie jogged off and just as he could see the wood, he could see Shannon kissing Sawyer. While it was Shannon who had kissed Sawyer, it looked nothing like that at all to Charlie. "Sawyer!" He cried out, tears already welling up.

Shannon looked up in surprise, allowing Sawyer to see Charlie standing there as well. Charlie ran off, heading towards the cave. "Shit." Sawyer muttered. Screw not hurting her. With a heave, he threw Shannon off, her body landing hard on the ground. Jumping to his feet, Sawyer ran after Charlie towards the cave.

After a minute of running, Charlie found the cave, sitting on the ground sunkenly. 'Damn what an idiot I was! Why would I even think he'd feel the same?' Came the thoughts as tears poured down his face. 'I thought that maybe…but I was wrong. I'm such a damn idiot.' He cried a little longer, then remembering something. He had something to make this go away. Now, almost as in a trance, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the small bag. The knot came undone, the powder now being poured out onto his hand.

Sawyer rushed into the cave, now seeing Charlie with what looked like crack, ready to sniff it. "Charlie, don't!" He cried, rushing over and trying to wrest it out of his grip. "Why not?" Charlie yelled back, thrashing to get his drugs. Sawyer wrestled with him, finally pinning both of Charlie's arms above his head. Settling himself on top of his body, Sawyer finally asked "Why would you do that?" concern lacing his voice.

"Why? Why? Because I saw you making out with that…that...slut right there at the woodpile!" He replied angrily, tears now beginning to form again. Sawyer looked down at Charlie, his eyes pleading "Charlie, she was the one who tried to rape me. Yes, rape." He replied with a small sigh. Charlie looked back in shock "Oh, she really…you mean. I…" His face was red now with embarrassment. "It's okay; I know what it looked like." Sawyer replied, easing his grip on Charlie's arms. Sawyer looked down to see Charlie's eyes gazing back up into his, much like how he'd seen them after the crash. Charlie's heart was racing, they were very close and Sawyer was on top of him.

As if hypnotized, sawyer began to lean forward, his face going towards Charlie's. Charlie couldn't do much at that point, he knew what was coming. Now Sawyer's lips were mere inches from Charlie's, both of them breathing in the other's scent, aroused by it somehow. And then, contact. Charlie felt how surprisingly soft Saywer's lips were, how smooth they were against his own.

Sawyer's mind was racing, his body filled with lust. What was this…this feeling? It was like if he didn't kiss Charlie he'd die. Their bodies were now pressed together as much as they could, their lips expressing everything they'd been feeling up until then.

Without warning, Sawyer broke the kiss, breathing in heavily, he'd forgotten to breathe. Charlie was panting as well, a grin on his face. Sawyer smiled back at him lightly. "I love you." Charlie breathed out. "I love you too." Sawyer replied, neither of them caring at how fast they were going, for both of them knew that deep down, they'd loved each other from the moment they'd laid eyes on each other.

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There, did ya like? I dunno, I think that this could even be a pretty good ending for the fic. How about this, if you guys want more, I'll write more. If not, then it'll be over. Your choice.

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