Title: Auroraborialis

Series: Lost

Summery: weird dream style story about 'the others' it's from the point of views of different characters, Charlie's the main char so he has more chapters in his POV. It's a very supernatural story based on a song by bowling for soup. How I don't know but I know it's based on it somehow!

Chapter one

Charlie's POV

Claire lay sleeping quietly on the cave floor, Aaron in the baby carrier I'd made for him. I looked down at my black shoulder bag, that statue, it was taunting me, I could almost hear it saying 'snuff me Charlie' just like that bloody kinder bueno advert. I grabbed the hollow clay Mary and headed in to the forest, un aware I had enticed an audience. About ten meters in to the jungle I decided I'd gone far enough. I smashed the holey mother's head on a near by tree and quickly grabbed one of the six bags of hope that fell from inside, immaculate conception it certainly was as far as I was concerned.

Carefully I undid the bag and was about to pour some on to my hand when I heard the sound of a stick breaking. I knew someone was out there. Quickly I tried to cover up my misdeed but was too late. Sayid emerged from the jungle, he stood in silence staring at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked as if he hadn't seen me.

"I got it for Jack!" I lied, hoping he was still slightly asleep. "It's made from the same stuff as morphine... isn't it?" He shook his head in disbelief.

"In that case," he stepped forward and took the bag out of my hand, "I'll hold on to it." He knelt down and picked up the other five bags I'd let stay on the floor. "We better head back to the cave." He smiled as he stood up and signalled for me to go first. Regrettably I went in front, cursing myself as we walked. I knew about it and I needed it now.

When we got back to the cave I watched him as he stashed MY stash in to his bag. I slumped on to the rock next to Claire. Aaron stirred a little bit then opened his little eyes. I picked him out of his carrier and rocked him back and forth in my arms, slowly, much to my surprise, he actually fell asleep. I didn't even need Soyer shouting to shut him up this time. His tiny little hands wrapped around my finger as I sat up with him in my arms for nearly an hour. As I laid him back in to his carrier I noticed that Sayid was asleep. Seizing the opportune moment I crept over to his bag and undid the zip. At this Time I wasn't aware he was a light sleeper. He grabbed my hand and pointed one of his guns at my head.

"I thought it was for Jack." Sayid teased me.

"OKAY!" I shouted stupidly, waking up half the cave! "I'll leave it! Just, get that fucking gun away from my head!" A crowed gathered around us, Shannon was the first to speak.

"Sayid what the hell's going on!" Stupid bitch if she hadn't asked...

"He's raiding my bag." Sayid knew that the heroine could be left out. " I have something that he is apparently interested in." I put what was in my hand back quickly, luckily I'd grabbed the wrong thing anyways.

"What was he after?" Sun asked. Damn it!

"What were you after Charlie?" Sayid grinned. That bastard was enjoying this. I thought Sayid was a good person but at that moment I would have killed him with more bullets then Ethan.

"Umm..." I had to think quickly. Looking down in to his bag I gulped, hoping that people would be dumb enough to believe me. "I thought I'd seen some gloves."

"Gloves?" They all asked, understandable, they may be thinking it's a crap excuse or I'm a poof looking for fashion.

"Yeah, you see I can take the tip of a glove and put it over the rim of a water bottle for Aaron." Many people nodded and understood how it would make sense, some attempted to look like they thought it did. They were the ones who'd probably figured the flaw out. I'd need some way to actually get the milk from Claire for my excuse to make sense.

" You sure can lie 'ey Charlie?" Sayid grinned in a most annoyingly Soyer like way. Once again the audience gathered. "What you want from my bag is neither good for you or for Claire and Aaron." I couldn't believe it, Sayid was doing the unthinkable. He knelt down and rummaged before pulling out one of the small bags. He showed it to the growing crowed. Why is he doing this to me? was all I could think. "I took this off of him about an hour ago in the jungle. He found it in a crashed Nigerian smuggling plane, the same one Boone was in." Every one was awake, including Claire. She hadn't had more then seven hours sleep in nearly two days. I looked to her, hoping for her to not mind, I knew what I'd done was bad but I wasn't expecting what happened. She was just staring at me angrily then she walked forewords and hit my face. It hurt badly and I knew I deserved it but she was still over reacting a bit I thought.

"You bastard!" She shouted at me, I flinched and feared an other slap, it reminded me to much of things of my past. "Don't you ever come near me or Aaron again." Tired or not she was still very pissed off at me.

"Claire I..." I started, but thinking of no suitable thing to say faded in to silence. Yammering and gossip spread amongst the crowed watching me. They all added some ridiculous comment to a string of Chinese not so whispers. I wanted to look up at Claire and tell her I'd never do it again but I couldn't guarantee it. I didn't even feel clean enough to speak to her, I felt useless and shaky. The reason for my shaking I didn't know, it could've been the lack of heroine in take or the heat or even fear, fear of loosing Claire and Aaron. I'd none them for such a small amount of time yet still they meant more to me then any 'friends' from before the crash. I pushed my way past Sayid and in to the forest. I started running, I wasn't sure where of why I just ran. Many times on my way past the drug plane and to the black smoke I tripped up on the broken and un done laces of my checked Vans. When I reached the beach I walked towards the fire, I wobbled so much with each step. I hadn't had any water for hours. I reached the fire then took a few steps backwards, causing my self to nearly fall down. It was too hot near the fire, it made me feel worse. I stood there, staring at the dancing flames as they flickered in to the warning sign of black smoke. Dizzy and tired my legs gave way, I fell to the ground, breathing in a mouthful of warm salty sand probably swarming with animal piss. But I couldn't care less I was to tired to spit it out. I lay there, I can't even remember breathing in this time, until some one appeared from the forest and walked over to me. I couldn't make out who they were at the time but I'd later hate the sight of them even more then I did now.

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Sayid's POV

Why did she hit him? He may've been a liar but he wasn't the sought of person you should hit. He's to frail and obviously didn't have a good childhood.

"What did you do that for?" I asked the angry Australian women. She glowered at me then turned to take her baby out of the carrier, waking up him up and making Charlie's work useless. "i was only having some fun. Charlie would have made the right choice. Even if he didn't all the difference you'd notice in him would be a little bit more confidence. He's been on that for so long he depends on it." Why was I saying this? All I was doing was making things worse. I decided to follow Charlie to make sure he'd be okay. I went to where I thought I'd find him, the plane, but he wasn't there. I almost felt proud of him for not going there first. I kept on the same trail we'd taken earlier until we emerged at the beach. Still there was no Charlie. The fire raged on still as it had been added to recently. Foot prints on the ground then a set of two lines, some one being dragged, I assumed one was Charlie and followed them in to the jungle. After a little while a realised where I was going, it made my heart stop and I wondered if Charlie would be okay. That women could not be trusted. I approached where she lived silently, she needn't know I was there until later.

I looked in to her 'home' and saw Charlie laying on the floor, he looked terrified as she smiled at him. I listened to what she said to him as she sat down by the younger British man.

"You think I'm going to hurt you don't you?" She grinned down at Charlie who in response gave a faint nod. "Don't worry, I just have a sixteen year old scratch that I need to be seen to." I guessed she meant something very mature then wondered why she'd do this to Charlie. "You know, Charlie, was it? I always found English men so attractive when I was a girl. The accent and the difference is just amazing." Her finger traced teasingly over the top of Charlie's chest. She slid a hand up his shirt and pulled the purple stripes off of the young Charlie. I kept quiet, not daring to move in case she saw me and then she may try to hurt Charlie. I felt slightly sick as I carried on watching her molest my friend, poor Charlie, he looked so scared. As she kissed him all across his top half her other hand trailed down to the rim of his trousers. This he didn't stand for, he hit her hand away. Well done! She didn't take it from him though and showed him that by threatening him with one of her large guns she kept near by at all times. I decided that now would be a good time to leave, I would wait up for Charlie to return, just in case he needed help. I hoped that Jack would be back, just in case...

As I sat up for the night the group who went to the hatch showed no sign of returning soon. At about five in the morning, I assumed any ways, a pants only wearing Charlie snuck back in to the cave. I sighed and walked over to him. I handed him a pair of trousers and a shirt. Puffy eyes full of sorrow and fear stared up at me.

"I'm sorry." He stared up at me, expecting some sought of response. "I went..." He was trying to tell me what had happened. I felt sorry as I watched the grown man nearly break down in to violent sobs, his whole body shook. I sat down by him and gave the now clothed Charlie my blanket.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I smiled, his eyes leaked tears as we sat on the rocks.

"I went to..." He tried to tell me again where he'd been. I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort but he flinched at the contact.

"Don't talk about it unless you are ready to." We sat in silence and listened to the noise of the bugs and creatures that were out there, slowly the sound of birds took over as the sun rose.

"It's beautiful." Charlie stated, I almost saw a smile on his face, even after what had just happened. Charlie, I feared, may never smile again. For some reason this bothered me. I think I like his cheeky grin, even his fake smiles were nice. I didn't answer but was about to when we were interrupted by the return of Jack and the others. They walked past us, barely glancing. Only Kate stopped and looked at how Charlie looked.

"What happened?" She knelt in front of the blond and looked in to his cloudy eyes. She turned to me to speak again after getting no answer, just a vacant stare, from Charlie. "Sayid what happened? Is he okay?" Jack then realised that Kate wasn't directly behind him and approached us, he too noticed a problem with Charlie.

"You do not need to know." I told them, quickly catching Charlie glance at me as I said this.

"They..." Charlie choked back something. "They can know." He smiled faintly at me, I was relived to see him smile. "I know you know." He spoke again to me. It shocked me that he could have figured it out.

"I... " I was going to deny knowing but decided against it. "How much?" I asked Charlie, not sure if the drug business needed to be mentioned.

"All of it." His throat sounded sore as he closed his eyes. Kate sat next to him and he leaned on her. Kate wanted Charlie to be safe, some times the way she looked at him could lead me to believe she wanted a bit more then his safety, but then she looked at Jack and it was clear. I sighed and cleared my throat. Jack took a seat on the ground on the other side of Kate. Had Soyer been here there would've been a joke about it being 'story telling time'.

"Charlie took some of the heroine from the other plane." My throat clenched, I couldn't keep telling this, I needed an interruption. Luckily for me Locke was there.

"The plane that Boone was in?" He asked, suddenly taking interest. "There's about a hundred statues full of the stuff."

"I know, I didn't know he was previously addicted and pointed it out on our way to get Aaron back." I looked at Kate's and Jack's expressions. "Claire found out and hit him. He ran away towards the black smoke." Here is where I almost found myself laughing.

"Did the others get him?" Jack asked me.

"Did he get burnt or hurt some other way?" Kate asked, now subconsciously stroking Charlie's soft blond hair. I shook my head.

"You know the French lady?" I asked, not mentioning a name because they may not remember that.

"All to well." Jack sighed.

"She... she," I couldn't say it. I looked to the brit for some help but found his face even deeper in to Kate's shoulder then before. I heard a faint mumble from Charlie and Kate leaned in closer to hear.

"It sounds like rape seed." John said, he knew what Charlie was saying but he couldn't even say it.

"She raped him?" Jack just stared at me, hoping to be told it wasn't true. But it was, i had to nod to confirm then I heard and saw Charlie break out in to violent shakes and sobs. Kate held him close and rested her chin on the top of his head. Hurley had walked straight in to the cave to get some sleep but he, and a few others, could hear what was being said. He told me later that day that Claire had heard and said that it serves him right.

End of chapter one...

Yayness! the first chapter is over and it's very long. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think and as it is a work in progress I will take suggestions even for pairings you'd like to see. So far it's really going to be a K/J, C/C, C/S and an other C/S.