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Chapter eight: Assault
The next morning, Sayid called a meeting in the caves. Jack, Sawyer, Kate, Vaughn, and Michael were all invited. The atmosphere was tense. Sayid kicked the gun case out in front of him, scanning the faces of the survivors that had gathered. Then he began:
"We must act soon. In only a matter of days things have gone out of control. We have been confronted with new dangers, kidnappings, sadistic interrogations, and violent injuries." He paused, letting his opening statements sink in. "At this very moment, we have an agent in a coma, and four of our own are missing. Charlie, Claire, Melanie, and Carter. We have a monster on the loose, and as I am told, two more vicious attackers in the jungle around us. Now we must do something. We cannot let anymore of the innocent people here die." He gestured at the gun case underneath his feet. "We have the supplies. I purpose that we arrange an assault."
"An assault?" Kate asked, disbelieving. "And when did Claire, Charlie, and Melanie go missing?"
"Yesterday," Sayid answered. "Claire was not at the funeral, and Charlie left with Melanie straight after…no one has seen them since."
Kate shook her head miserably. "We have to go look for them."
"Locke is looking, along with Boone," Sayid said, shaking his head. "We can spare no more…not with these 'agents' on the loose."
Kate closed her eyes for a moment, but nodded. "All right. What's your plan?"
Charlie lied with his back to a tree, snoring. Melanie was pacing back in forth, biting her Sharpied-over nails nervously. What if we don't find him? She thought. What if he's dead? What if he can't find his way back? Oh, Carter, why did you have to leave?
Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she forced herself to be quiet so she wouldn't wake Charlie. She finally sunk to her knees and let out a sob. "God, please, I'll do anything if you'll bring him back!" she cried softly. "Please don't let him be hurt! I'd die without him—I need him God! Don't let Carter die, please, I'm begging you!"
She put her hands over her face and sobbed openly. After several minutes, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Charlie kneeling there without a determined look. "We'll find him," he said firmly. "I promise you—we will find him. Don't worry…I'm sure that he's fine. Both of them are fine."
"Charlie, how can you say that?" she asked hollowly. "There are murderers on the loose in the jungle—ruthless killers, pretending to be the two agents' friends. What if they aren't okay? What if they're both dead?"
Charlie shook his head. "Do you think Carter's dead?"
Melanie paused, and the two just looked each other in the eyes for a moment. Melanie gave him a weak, watery smile. "N-no…I don't think he is."
"Well, I don't think Claire's dead either," Charlie nodded. "So…let's hold on to that, okay? Maybe…maybe if we just…convince ourselves that they're okay…then they will be."
"Yeah…yeah, you're right. Thanks…"
"Anytime."
"So…do you really…really think – being just the two of us against the jungle – we'll actually find somebody?" Boone asked. He paused and wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting in the sunlight that poured through the trees and onto his face. "John?"
A few yards ahead, John Locke stopped and put his hands on his hips.
"Well when you think about it that way, no," he replied.
Boone couldn't help but laugh. "What? There's other ways to think of it?"
Locke didn't answer this time. They began to walk again, but Boone wasn't ready to give up the conversation yet. "So…what? Are we supposed to work with the jungle or something? Because I'll tell you what – right now, this jungle doesn't seem too helpful to me. What with those two…agents lurking around in here…the monster…makes you kind of jumpy, doesn't it? Locke?"
"When you think about it that way…" Locke turned around. He was grinning.
"Never mind! Don't tell me," Boone sighed.
Just then the two men heard a rustling sound not far off. They both ducked down in time to avoid being seen by the man and woman that came crashing through the underbrush.
"Where could they have gone?" the man asked angrily.
"How should I know?" the woman retorted. "But Bristow's dead—as soon as we get Vaughn and Austen, we can leave this hellhole."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess. But what about the others? The other castaways—the one's that were on the plane with Austen. Won't they tell their rescuers what happened?"
"You idiot—the cloaking device we're using on this island will make sure that every single one of them will be here until they die. That was the point of the Artium device in the plane wasn't it? That made the plane crash here."
Boone's blood ran cold. They made us crash? How…
"Oh, and that pretty little blonde girl—the real prissy one? I think we should get her…they'd be better off without that at-ti-tude on this place, right?" the woman said.
Boone, knowing that the horrible woman was talking about his sister, jumped up angrily.
"Boone!" Locke grabbed his ankles, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. The two agents turned, raising guns to their faces. They advanced quickly, giving Locke and Boone no time to run.
"Get up!" the man barked.
"You talking about Shannon?" Boone said, breathing hard as he looked up into the barrel of the revolver over his head. "Well you can forget it you son of a bit – "
BANG!
Boone's head snapped back.
Locke knew he was dead, and scrambled to his feet, one hand laid casually at his side, feeling for his hunting knife. He decided to keep these people talking, but not to try their tempers.
"You said something about a – ah – device?"
Claire woke suddenly, and looked around groggily. Where am I? She wondered as she took in the bare cave walls that were unfamiliar, the ropes around her ankles and wrists.
She saw someone lying on the ground. With a shock of surprise, she realized that it was Carter…and he was bleeding freely from a hole in his chest. Her eyes widened, and she tried to scream…before noticing that she was gagged. Her eyes watered, and for some reason, all of it seemed so, so familiar.
"Hello Claire. Nice to see you again."
Claire slowly raised her head from Carter to a tall, dark haired man with several wounds on his chest. Even though her scream was muffled, it was loud enough to echo through the caves…
And loud enough to make Ethan Rom sneer at her and say, "Charlie won't be saving you this time."
(A/N – Lils: Just to let you know…HERE COMES THE FUN PART!)
Charlie and Melanie were STILL walking. Charlie was really tired, but tried not to let his head nod too much—he had to find Claire and Carter. He had to. The young girl beside her had been through enough…she didn't deserve to lose her best friend as well. He closed his eyes briefly, which ended up being a mistake.
"ARG!" he shouted. Melanie whipped around to see him hanging from a hole in the ground, which had apparently been covered with leaves and mud. The pit looked to be at least thirty feet deep…enough to kill Charlie if he fell.
Melanie grabbed his hand, but she knew that she couldn't pull him out—she wasn't strong enough. "SOMEBODY HELP!" she screamed desperately.
Charlie panicked, looking down at the empty space beneath his swinging feet. He closed his eyes and gasped, "Melanie…don't let go."
"I wont!" Melanie cried, and turned and screamed for help again. Charlie didn't stop her, although he knew it was pointless. They were in the middle of nowhere, far off from the caves and the beach. No one would hear her…and he could feel his fingers begin to slip. Gradually at first, but then faster and faster until his feeling of desperation and panic drove him to start screaming as well.
"HELP! HELP! ANYBODY!"
"Charlie…you're slipping!" Melanie grunted. "I – I can't hold on much longer!"
Melanie's arms felt like they had hot curling irons pressed to them, and she was amazed her shoulders hadn't popped from their sockets yet. She bit her lip and whispered a sorry before digging her nails into Charlie's hand. Anything to keep him from falling…but she could feel her strength slowly giving way.
"Mel! Mel, it's…okay!" Charlie cried from below her.
"What? Are you crazy?" she shouted back, her fingers slipping yet another centimeter or so. "I'm not letting you go, Charlie!"
"Mel, you have to! Find Claire and Carter! Tell Claire I'm – "
"Charlie, SHUT UP!" Melanie snapped. She just hated it when people started to talk like that. "I'm not gonna drop you! And you can talk to Claire once we get you out of this hole!"
Charlie looked up at her, his eyes amazed, but unconvinced. And Melanie knew it, too.
And then, suddenly, she felt someone grab her ankles.
"Hey!" she yelped, twisting her neck around. Then she screamed, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Sark recoiled as she kicked at him, slipping further down into the hole after Charlie, but he didn't go away. He stared at her for a second, and then ran up to the edge of the pit.
"Melanie, what's going – YOU! MELANIE, RUN!"
"Give me your hand," said Sark. Charlie looked at him.
"No!" Charlie looked at him like he was crazy.
"Fine."
Sark leveled himself out so that his entire torso was hanging over the edge. With the arm that was not in a sling he reached down and grabbed the back of Charlie's shirt. Then he turned to Melanie, whose eyes were as big as her open mouth at the moment. "Pull."
For someone who was so small and – not to mention – beat up, he was strong. Melanie felt almost all of Charlie's weight leave her, and to her amazement, he began to rise from the pit. She gripped his hand once more and heaved him over the final stretch, back onto the grass.
Charlie flopped over onto his back, too astonished to speak. Melanie, however, extended her fingers and rolled her shoulders, staring at Sark, who was sitting with his good arm stretched out behind him, legs crossed.
"Why did you do that?" she snapped, breathing hard.
"Oh," he panted, and shook his head.
"Don't tell me you don't know."
"You—you—you—"
"Yes, ME you buffoon," Sark snapped.
"DON'T CALL HIM THAT."
Sark stared at Melanie for a moment before shaking his head and standing up, brushing himself off. "I do believe an apology is in order," he said quietly.
"I'm not apologizing to you—" Charlie started angrily.
"Not you. Or her." Sark looked away as Melanie and Charlie gaped at him. Was he actually saying sorry? Melanie finally snapped out of her trance.
"Charlie, you okay?"
"Y-yeah, fine…" Charlie paused. "'Don't tell me you don't know' what?"
"Well…he wouldn't just…just save you out of nowhere!" Melanie protested, staring at Sark's back. "He must have had a reason!"
"Maybe Sawyer managed to beat some sense into him," Charlie muttered, and Julian spun around, cold fury shining in his eyes.
"I could have let you fall into that hole, and bring that little girl down with you," he hissed. "You weren't going to let go, and you know that. She would have been falling along with you too – anything to save yourself."
Charlie jumped up, stomped furiously up to Sark, and hit him. Melanie screamed, her hands by her eyes.
"Don't try to turn me into the bad guy!" Charlie screamed at Sark, who was curled on the ground, gasping. "I would have let go. I would never pull her down! I'm not like you!"
"CHARLIE! STOP IT!" Melanie had burst into tears. "Stop…"
Charlie gave Sark one last glare before heading over to Melanie, trying to comfort her. Sark looked after him, feeling a burning where Charlie had hit him in the chin. Of course there was already a bruise there, which only made it hurt worse. But he was getting used to getting beaten, and he was soon over it. He put his hands on the grass and pulled himself up to a sitting position, watching. He couldn't help but feel a stab of desolation in his heart – after all, he had just apologized, and look where it had gotten him.
"Mel, Mel, it's okay…" Charlie whispered, his arm around her shaking shoulders. "It's o – hey! Listen!"
He crawled toward the edge of the pit he had nearly disappeared into just minutes before. Melanie followed him, wiping her eyes.
"What?"
"I can hear something! Voices…"
"…This time Charlie won't be around to save you," a cold voice echoed.
Charlie's blood ran cold. "No! How is he back? He's dead!"
"Charlie, what're you—"
"Ethan!" Charlie gasped. "He got shot, six times in the chest—kidnapped me and Claire, hurt her, made her lose her baby, and hung me from a tree!"
"CHARLIE!" Claire's voice echoed, screaming in pain. "CHARLIE, HELP ME!"
"I will, Claire—I will!" Charlie said in a determined voice.
"Locke—what happened?" Jack asked, seeing the older man's expression.
"Where's Boone?" Shannon took the words from Jack's mouth, looking suspicious.
"Boone…the agents…"
"What?" Shannon questioned hollowly.
"Shannon, your brother died bravely."
Shannon sat, boring a hole into the waves, eyes red and puffy, but she was no longer crying.
She dug her fingernails into the sand, as if by squeezing it, she could make everything go away. On the outside she was reserved, but in the inside she was screaming.
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME? TO BOONE? HOW COULD HE LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS? I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE THIS PLACE!
She burst into tears again, burring her head in her knees.
"Shannon?"
Shannon turned around and looked up at the Vaughn-guy. She sniffed hard.
"What?"
She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him out and about, away from the caves where his girlfriend Sydney was, sleeping in her coma. In fact, he looked as though he hadn't eaten since she had been brought back from her would-be burial site. The grave was still there…she remembered. Empty. With the little marker still stuck in the ground next to it. Why am I remembering that?
"I just heard about your brother," he said gently.
"Yeah?" Shannon wanted him to go away. "Look. Everyone else has already tried to make me feel better. They told me he died bravely, that I shouldn't be sad for him…well it didn't work. And your preaching won't help, either."
"I wasn't going to preach to you," said Vaughn. There was suddenly something in his eyes. "I was just going to ask you if you liked revenge."
Shannon bit her lip and tilted her chin, indicating for him to keep talking.
"How can we get to her?" Charlie boldly asked Sark.
Sark gave him his trademark bored look. "Well, Mr. Pace, falling into more holes will not help, so I suggest you watch your step."
Melanie could hear the threat in that, and she was sure that Charlie could as well, from the murderous yet scared look on his face.
"Just help me find her," he growled.
"Oh? And when did you start giving me orders?"
"Just now."
For a moment, Charlie and Sark just stared at each other, while Melanie sat back, trembling, waiting for something to happen, and hoping that it wouldn't be anything bad.
Then, suddenly, the tension was shattered by a scream from within the pit. The voice was said and broken, calling for help.
"That's Claire," whispered Charlie, still looking at Sark. They kept eye contact for a few more long seconds before Julian abruptly stood up. Melanie tensed, waiting. Charlie did the same. He was suddenly aware of how close he was to the edge of the hole.
"It's a cave system," said Sark at last, "so there must be more than one way in. My guess would be several miles across the island, where the land slopes down. From the sound coming from that hole, there is water near by. Perhaps a coast or a beach not unlike the one we have left."
"Makes sense," Charlie grudgingly agreed even though he had no idea what Sark was talking about. "But why so far?"
"The land here is no doubt very high above sea-level, and the cave is either below sea-level or very close. The lower we get, the closer the cave and the less dangerous the entrances will be. But I suspect we have to hurry."
"Why?"
"Because it is nearly high-tide. The cave will no doubt be flooded when the tide comes in."
Horrified, Charlie jumped up.
"You're right!" he gasped, and leaned over the hole. "CLAIRE! CL- "
Sark reached out and grabbed Charlie's shoulders.
"Don't yell, idiot!" he hissed, but in his current condition was not able to hold Charlie back. He escaped roughly, diving for the hole yet again.
"CLAIRE! I'M COMING FOR YOU! IT'S CHARLIE! I'M COMING!"
"Charlie! No!" Melanie cried. "Whoever did this to her will know where we are if you yell!"
"It's a little too late for that warning," Sark said darkly.
"Oh, shut up, you," Charlie shot, buffeting him out of the way. "C'mon! We have to leave now! CLAIRE! I'M COMING!"
Claire stared upward, listening to the shouts above her. All of her previous anger and hurt towards Charlie vanished as new tears of relief came to her eyes.
"CHARLIE! CARTER'S DOWN HERE TOO!"
"CARTER!"
Another voice—Claire guessed it was Melanie—yelled, forgetting her previous warning against yelling in the pit.
"IS HE ALIVE, CLAIRE?"
"I…I don't know," Claire said loudly. "He's unconscious!"
"Just like you will be if you don't stop talking to them," Ethan growled, coming up from behind her and hitting her over the head with something hard. Claire screamed in agony before she sank back to the ground, out cold.
"CLAIRE!" Charlie wheeled to face Sark once more. "Let's go!"
But Sark seemed to be impassive for some reason, staring past Charlie at something behind his shoulders. Charlie shivered, feeling a shadow fall over him.
"Charlie!" Melanie's voice was high-pitched and scared.
Charlie spun around and had to look up into the face of a man with a short, gray beard and wild eyes pointing a gun at his head.
"Well, e'lloo!" the man said, his voice low and unfriendly. Charlie took a step back and the man took another forward. They were only about six inches apart. Charlie tried hard not to breathe or move or speak – he couldn't keep his eyes out of the gun's barrel. "What might yee be doing out here in the open? Causin' such a racket, too. Huh? Sommat you wanna say?"
"I…I…uh, n-no…"
The wild man's eyes moved away from him for a moment, obviously turning to glare at either Sark or Melanie. But the gun never left him.
"Tryin' to run, are yeh? Or maybe you'd thought you'd catch old me off guard, eh?"
Charlie felt something audacious creep up inside him, and before he fully understood his own actions, he hit the gun in the man's hands. To his dismay, the gun didn't fall and the wild man roared in anger, raising his other arm to strike Charlie on the shoulder and down to the ground.
"CHARLIE!" Melanie shrieked, dashing forward, partially blinded by her own tears. She reached him and touched his head, sobbing and screaming as the wild man regained his balance. He grabbed for her, lifting her off her feet.
Charlie tried to stagger to his feet, but his head was spinning too fast. All he could hear was Melanie screaming, screaming…and then, amazingly, she fell from the man's arms.
The feral man shouted yet again, falling to his knees, revealing Sark behind him. The gun rolled across the ground and the terrorist leapt for it, picking it up and aiming quickly.
But by then the bearded man had swung himself around, catching both Melanie and Sark in one swiping blow. A shot was fired, but it whizzed recklessly away. The two staggered backward, knocking each other to the ground.
Charlie screamed in anger and jumped up, running at the man and shoving him into the grass once again. Then he dashed for Melanie and Sark, who were both scrambling to their feet as quickly as they could, in hopes to get away from the insane man who had attacked them.
"This way!" Sark ordered, pushing Melanie along. Behind them they heard the howls of the bearded man, and they didn't dare look back for their terror.
"CHARLIE!" Melanie screeched.
"Go, Melanie!" Charlie howled. "I'll be fine! Save yourself!"
"Don't be so dramatic!" Melanie shouted, angrily lunging at the crazed looking bearded man. "LET GO OF CHARLIE, YOU JERK!"
She was on his shoulders, punching him on the back. Charlie sat there in the dirt for a moment, shared a shocked look with Sark, and then jumped up. Charlie and Sark went to help Melanie out, but she seemed to be handling herself pretty well.
"GET ER OFF! GETER OFF!" the bearded man hollered. He swung his arms, and the gun fell out of his hands. Sark grabbed it, briefly took aim, and fired.
The bearded man fell to the ground, Melanie with him, screaming as she went.
Charlie turned furiously at Sark. "You could have shot her!"
"But I didn't."
"BUT YOU COULD HAVE!"
"Mr. Pace, must I remind you that I am a specially trained agent?" Sark asked, only his eyes showing any emotion. Anger, mostly.
The two men glared at each other, and then Charlie walked over to Melanie and pulled her up. He hugged her, and then pulled back, looking her in the eyes with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," Melanie shuddered.
"THAT WAS BLOODY CRAZY! DON'T YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!" he screamed at her, his own panic and fury bursting forth. Immediately he regretted it; the look on the girl's face was too much. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…I mean – What are you doing?"
His question was directed at Sark, who was squatted over the body of the bearded man. He was digging thoughtfully through the man's pockets, pulling out items, and tossing them away in the grass. The replied: "Looking for anything useful." And then he gave Charlie a look as if he was the dumbest people alive. Then he sighed. "There's nothing, really. Only a few rounds that I do not think will fit any of the weapons that the…agents brought aboard."
Something suddenly dawned on Charlie.
"Hey…the…how'd you get out here, anyway? Wasn't someone supposed to be watching you?"
Sark's eyes glinted for a moment with something mischievous, but it vanished so quickly Charlie wasn't even sure he saw it.
"Yes," he replied flatly, his voice deprived of emotion. "But they seem to have, ah, lost their way, to put it frankly."
Charlie's insides bubbled with rage for a minute, and his face must have shown it too. "Oh don't look too put-out, Mr. Pace. Considering the past few events, if it hadn't been for me, you and that girl would both be dead at this very moment."
"I – "
"My name's Melanie…not just girl," Melanie whispered. Charlie patted her on the shoulder. She was shaking, trying to avert her eyes from the pool of blood forming around the dead man that had attacked her.
"We can debate about this later, Mr. Pace," said Sark, standing. "But now I believe we had better get moving. As I have said: We don't have much time."
"Why'd you kill him?" Charlie asked quietly, feet rooted to the spot. "He could have helped us! He could have known where to find Claire!"
Sark looked back over his shoulder, hands in his jacket pockets.
"Do you think he would have helped us when he obviously would not have hesitated to murder each of us?"
Charlie went numb, remembering the terror of the gun in his face.
"No…" he admitted.
"Alright, where is he?" Sawyer shouted, bursting forth onto the beach and marching up to Jack.
"Where's who?" asked Jack tersely, flicking sand off of his shoulders from Sawyer's stomping.
"Don't play games with me!" Sawyer pointed accusingly at the doctor's chest. "You know damn well who."
"No, not really," Jack answered, pushing Sawyer's finger away. "Care to explain?"
"SARK!" Sawyer howled. "He's gone! Where'd he go?"
"Weren't YOU supposed to be watching him?"
"I—you—don't you go pinnin' this on me, doc!" Sawyer sputtered.
"Why not?" Kate asked. "It's your fault."
"Freckles, stay out of it," Sawyer shot.
"Don't tell her what to do, Sawyer," Jack cut in smoothly.
"Like you can talk, doc."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Will you all just SHUT UP?"
Shannon stomped furiously up to the group of bickering populace, Sayid, Vaughn, Michael, Jin, Locke, and a handful of other willing survivors on her heels. Sayid, along with Vaughn, were carrying the two rifles that had been stowed in the pack. Sayid looking withdrawn, while Vaughn's face was rigid with emotion.
"Who started up this shindig?" Sawyer commented under is breath, eyeing the rifles and the handgun Shannon had on her hip.
"I thought you said we were going to wait until morning," Jack objected.
"Yes, well, now that one more of the group has gone missing, we decided we were going to start now, before anyone else is lost." Sayid's eyes were impassive and cold.
Jack sighed. "Fine," he said. "But I'm coming."
"No," said Sayid and Vaughn in unison.
"We cannot afford to loose a doctor," said one.
Vaughn stepped forward, his expression more confusing than anything Jack had ever been confronted with. He saw fear, love, and yet…a mask that seemed to dull the colors of the man's emotions, although his words were clear.
"And someone needs to watch over Sydney."
"Alright," Jack gave in, feeling slightly hurt and left out.
"Then it's settled." Sayid nodded his head, inclining it toward Sawyer. "Are you to come along as well? We need you."
"Of course I'm comin', Mohammad!" And then his face grew grim. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
END OF CHAPTER!
A/Ns:
Jaye: HA! THERE WE GO! (dies laughing) Commando Barbie Shannon! (Hee, hee, hee) Weren't the Charlie-Sark-Mel scenes fun? Can't you just picture the "Give me your hand" "NO!" Heh. That was fun to read, and I bet Lilsers here had fun writing that part…eh, Lils?
Lils: Most definitely, Jaye! AND NOW WE MUST MOVE ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER! OH WAIT! YOU HAVE TO REVIEW FIRST!
Readers: ((curse under breath))
Lils: Oh it's not that bad! C'mon! If you review, you get an update! ((glares)) And it's not Lilsers, Black, it's Lils! Or Lily, either one…but not Lilsers.
Now, it is my turn to have our chapterly-conversation! But with whom…let me think for a moment…ah! Sawyer!
Sawyer: WHAT?
Lils: Geez, you don't have to yell all the time, you know. It's not very courteous.
Sawyer: ((blank gaze)) Yeah? So? You wanna do somethin' about it – Blondie? (A/N: - Lils: Okay, in real life my hair is blonde.)
Lils: ((fumes)) HEY! JUST BECAUSE I HAVE BLONDE HAIR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO INSULT ME ABOUT IT!
Sawyer: I didn't insult you about it Blondie – relax.
Lils: DON'T TELL ME TO RELAX, YOU SOUTHERN IDIOT! I DON'T KNOW WHY I PICKED YOU TO HAVE A DISCUSSION WITH ANYWAY! YOU ALWAYS CAUSE SO MUCH TROUBLE!
Sawyer: ((slowly nods)) Ooookay. I'll just be off then.
Lils: FINE! Leave! Like I care!
Sawyer: Right then. Nice talkin' to yeh.
Lils: ((still fuming)) Errrrrrhh! ((waits in silence as Sawyer has already walked off)) Okay. Is it quiet in here or what? Jaye? Sawyer? ANYBODY?
Hurley: Hey, what's goin' on?
Lils: ((raises eyebrow slowly)) Where did you come from?
Hurley: I really don't know. Hey, you got any…you know…food? Maybe some Twinkies…or…something?
Lils: ((smacks forehead)) Get outta here man.
Hurley: Yeah okay. ((hurriedly walks off))
End of this psychosis. NOW PLEASE REVIEW.
(A/N: - Lils: Ah that is so fun! I love our chapterly tête-à-tête, don't you? And tête-à-tête is a real phrase meaning conversation. Bet you didn't know that, did you?)