He hee… I loved the reviews! Especially the one saying that the kiss was just wrong, I loved that honesty it was great. And very upbringing after thinking I might as well quit righting sense no one seemed to be reviewing. I should warn on some slash, nothing to great though (I believe in Claire/Charlie), to young to write lemon (I think that's the term). But… oh just read it!

Chapter three Claire's POV

I was so mad at him; I wished he'd just drop dead. Okay, I was being slightly emotional but still… I didn't mean for it to happen. When Jack told me and the other's around what had happened my heart sank. I felt so responsible. I started crying and felt Kate putting her arm around me. I sobbed and sobbed until I heard shouts coming from the area Charlie had been laid. Sayid came running out looking really shocked.

"He's not dead." He stated blankly to Jack. Silence edged over the group and Jack gave Sayid a confused glare. Jack opened his mouth to contradict but was stopped when Charlie interrupted, walking out of the cave area and smiling. My heart skipped a beat and I ran forward and squeezed him so tightly I was afraid I'd hurt him.

"I thought you hated me." He whispered in my ear as my head snuggled in to his shoulder.

Jack's POV

How is he alive? He had no pulse, he'd stopped living! Yet still… he's there, he's standing there, hugging Claire. How could I have missed his pulse? That's impossible. Well, it's possible but not probable. I walked over to the British man and stared at him.

"I'm not dead Jack." He told me, trying to stop my confusion but really just perplexing me more.

"How?" I asked, sounding incredible stupid.

"Umm… I never stopped running, or at least not for long." He grinned slightly then noticed that I didn't get it. "Stop running' Watership bloody down?" I must have looked even more confused because he gave me a pity sigh then patted me on the shoulder with a freed hand.

Charlie's POV

How could Jack think I was dead? I was so confuse but the attention of 'rising from the dead' was fine by me. Jack seemed equally confused. I smiled a 'talk later' at him then pried Claire off of me. I turned to find Sayid slinking in to the forest, sighing I took to follow. I knew the other would be wondering why I was chasing after him but I didn't mind, what ever they wanted to believe was fine by me. I knew what was going on. I found Sayid sitting on a rock about a twenty minute walk out of the cave area. He looked up at me from where he sat as I took a perch on a tree branch that hung low to the ground. He smiled weakly.

"I thought you were dead, I was saying goodbye."

"It doesn't bother me. If it were, oh say, Locke, I would've hit him. Whacked him as hard as I could. But it wasn't." I smiled and noticed a sense of relief in the way he de-tensed.

"If that was Locke, I would've hit him off of you. He's too old. It's wrong for him to be with someone your age." I suddenly felt a little confused.

"What's that meant to mean?" How old do you think I am?" I asked, intrigued that he must think I'm quite damn young.

"I don't know, twenty? Twenty-three? Early twenties." He nodded a few times and I burst out laughing, I just laughed, I couldn't believe how young he thought I was. "How old are you then?" He grinned in one corner of his mouth. I choked a little.

"Twenty five." I smiled, he looked up at me and we laughed. I was having fun, neither of us aware at the time passing, the fact that I'd nearly died, or that he'd kissed me. Good kisser I might add. Shannon's lucky, if I were a poof I'd go with him, or even if Claire wasn't on the island. Sawyer would be a close second. What am I saying? Just forget it 'kay?

When it was about lunch time according to our stomachs we headed back to camp, but we decide to go the scenic route, completely out of our way to walk on the beach. We walked by Sawyer's tent and I decided to get some payback. I rummaged through his stuff and emerged with a coat of his that I quite liked. Sayid shook his head dismissively at my action and took the coat off of me and put it back in Sawyer's tent.

"It's not like it was his." I stated angrily.

"It could've been. Anyways we shouldn't sink to his level." There he was Sawyer hater in all his pride. I didn't hate Sawyer, I found him entertaining. It was fun to listen to others bitch about him.

As me and Sayid joked about the southerner on our trip across the beach we didn't expect what happened next. You may be now though with me saying that we didn't expect it and all. There, laying unconscious on that sand was the cocky man himself. I ran over, Sayid realising what it was then following. I put my ear down to listen for breathing, it was there, I looked for a wound. It was there, a gun wound, by the looks. Quickly I ripped the arms of the black shirt Sawyer was wearing, sea soaked and over worn. I tied, or at least tried to tie, them around the wound to stop any bleeding. I noticed Sayid just staring shocked me.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" I shouted rashly, Sayid shook his head a few times before running towards the caves.

Sayid's POV

Why was I just staring, wondering what was going on. My feet wouldn't move. I knew what I was meant to do, what I should be doing. I should be half way to getting Jack by now. Poor Jack, two near death situations in 24 hours. Charlie was acting like I used to in situations, he was almost calm, knew what he was meant to be doing, actually helping. When he shouted at me I decided it would be a good time to go.

Entering the caves in very much the same fashion I found Kate and Jack talking to Hurley and Locke about the hatch. Uncaring about what they said was inside, I interrupted to tell them what we'd just found.

"Sawyer." I exhaled, and then breathed in heavily. "On the beach..." Repeat last step. "Shot..."

"Is this a joke Sayid?" Kate asked, why would I be joking? I'm not a joker type.

"No! I'm not joking. Charlie's down there now with him, we need help. Jack, I know what you just went thorough but Sawyer could use some help."

"You hate him more then I do. Why are you so caring suddenly?" Exactly what I'd like to know.

"I don't know. Charlie just shouted and asked me what the fuck I was still doing standing and staring instead of helping."

"You lost your cool?" Locke asked, god I hate him. "And Charlie's the secure one? Did you two swap personalities or something?" He grinned, making jokes at a time like this? Who would do that? After nearly half an hour of arguing I managed to get Kate to believe me. We went on our way to the beach, Charlie and Sawyer making there way back. When we ran in to them Charlie was supporting the newly conscious American on his shoulder and helping him walk back on his own.

"Holey shit!" Kate exclaimed at the sight. "You were telling the truth!"

"Nice to see you to freckles." Sawyer managed a weak smile then a grimace of pain. Charlie nearly gave way under the additional weight so I helped him out the rest of the way back. We didn't speak; no one would talk the entire way. It took quite a while to get back, Charlie having to stop every now and then, Sawyer had to weigh a lot more then the English man. As we entered the camp an odd silence followed us with his best friend, hushed murmurs, close behind. We walked right up to Jack and stood staring at him. He looked up in disbelief.

"Jesus Christ." Jack grinned, "You look like shit."

"You look great too doc." Sawyer gave a sarcastic smile to match the tone of his voice.

"Stop talking, you'll 'urt you self." Charlie piped over an ongoing exchange of sarcasm between the two older men. I was supporting Sawyer with one arm, only to help Charlie though.

TTFN

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