Lostlorenzo: Hey, whore, good to hear from you. I can't wait until the next episode! Charlie is gonna be shirtless, mmm...any way, back to the story. I've heard alot of people say they think Charlie was the one who attack Sawyer. Thats an interesting theory. You'll find out more about what happened to Sawyer soon. Although, an sos from Charlie to Claire would be pretty freaking hilarious. Oh, and about "definetly later" I may update one day, if I get really board, but I'm trying to focus on this story right now so probly not. Any way, I'm gonna shut up and reply to my other reveiw so I can get this baby posted. Hope to hear from you soon!

One week later...

It was bright out, very early. Charlie finished pulling his plain white T-shirt over his head and grabbed his coat off the bed post. Once he located his dusty pair of checkerboard vans and slipped them on, he carefully opened the door, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the women who's apartment he was sneaking out of was still asleep.

He lightly closed the door behind him and crept out into the living room, where he noticed the TV was on. She must have woken up sometime last night while he was asleep, he noted as he paused to stare at the screen. It had been a long time since he'd actually watched tv, the news especially.

He decided it wasn't worth the risk of her catching him before he left, and started to head for the front door when he heard a familiar name being mentioned by the news caster on screen. He stopped once again to listen.

"This was the third attack that has been placed on one of the survivors of Flight 815 in the past week. Police are working on investigations after Michael Dawson was found in his apartment this morning" The reporter explained, standing in front of the apartment she was speaking of.

In shock, Charlie dropped his coat to the ground, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. "Police showed up hear at midnight after receiving a call from Mr. Dawson's son, Walt, who over heard the struggle and called for help. The attacker was gone before the officers arrived. Mr. Dawson is now at a local hospital and doctors say he is making a clean recovery, as with the other two victims, and should be out with in a day." The reporter continued.

Charlie could barely believe what he was hearing. His hands griped the back of the couch as he leaned forward, listening closely, hanging on the reporters every word.

"Busted" out of no where, a pair of arms slid around his waist. Charlie straighten up, startled, and looked over his shoulder, realizing he'd been caught. "Hey' He choked, not knowing what else to say. "What? You weren't going to say good buy before you left?" Mya, the women who'd taken him home last night, questioned, sliding her arms around his neck as he turned to face her.

"I didn't want to wake you" He replied, sounding a little nervous. "Aw, how considerate" He muttered sarcastically, and leaned up to kiss him. After a moment, they're lips parted and she let her arms drop from around his neck. "Well, get your coat. Its almost noon, my husbands gonna be home for lunch" She explained casually, pinching him on the ass before she walked around the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

"I didn't know you were married" Charlie noted, slightly offended. "Must have slipped my mind" She replied from the kitchen in a sarcastic tone. Charlie frowned and knelt down to pick up his coat. With an offended look, he pulled it on and headed towards the door. Just as his hand meet the knob he felt her tug at the belt loop on the back of his pants.

"Hey, aren't you gonna say good bye?" She questioned, pressing him back against the door. Charlie stared at her blankly for a moment as he searched for the knob. "I don't think you husband would approve" Charlie explained with a smirk, and headed out the door.

He headed down the hall and out onto the street, witch was technically where he lived at the time. It was a little windy out, so he shoved his hands in his pockets and wondered down to the board walk to meet up with Tommy.

Last night had been a waist of time. Sure, it had gotten him a bed and a badge as a home wrecker, but that was about it. No food, no shower, no clean cloths. If he was gonna keep this up, he was gonna have to find someone who's home was a little more welcoming.

He didn't want to keep this up. He wanted to quit relying on Tommy and get a real home. He wanted to see Claire. The information he'd overheard on the news didn't help much. Three victims, and he only knew about one.

What if Claire was one of them? The thought alone made him sick. This was something he'd have to look into. After all, these were his friends. At least, they used to be.

He made it to the board walk and stopped at the wooden rail to look out at the beach. It was still pretty early, so not a lot of people were out and about. This also may have something to do with the gray color of the sky. Charlie leaned on the rail and watched the waves roll in. It reminded him of the beach on the island. Although that one was much cleaner, much more pleasant.

Thinking about the beach made him think of Claire. After all, the two of them and Aaron practically lived there. It was like they'd made they're own little suburbia. Sometimes he wondered rather they all would have been better off living on the island.

He'd been so lost in his thoughts that when he noticed Claire, holding Aaron on her hip as she walked along the sand, he thought he might have been hallucinating. But they were really there, along with Jack, who walked beside her, plus Jin and Sun close behind.

He watched them for a moment, trying to decide rather or not to go down. After all, he wasn't exactly presentable, wearing the only pair of cloths he owned and neither him or his clothes had been washed in a few days. With a sigh, he let his arms fall from the rail and turned to walk away, carelessly bumping into a young women who had been standing close by.

"Whoa, sorry" He apologized, taking a step back as he looked up in surprise. "No, no. My fault. Its what I get for standing so close to people" The young women laughed in reply. She was a few inches taller then him, but very petite. "Well, I'm sure my spacing out had something to do with it" Charlie replied, willing to take some of the blame.

The girl laughed nervously. "Sorry, its just...you look really familiar" she explained, looking a little embarrassed. "I do?" Charlie questioned in surprise. He doubted that this girl was a drive shaft fan. He hadn't run into one in a long time. But how else would she know him?

"Have you watched the news any time in the past month?" He questioned with a hint of sarcasm. "Maybe once or twice" The girl replied with a laugh. "Well, I was on flight 180, so if you recognize me, its probably something to do with that" He explained with a mildly embarrassed smile.

"Are you serious?" She questioned, in disbelief. "Fraid so" He replied with a shrug. "Wow. That must have been one hell of an experience" She noted, sarcastically. "Yeah, you could say that" He replied with a nod. For a while, the two laughed awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm headed to that little bar on 9th street. If you want, you can tag along and tell me just how interesting experience it was" She suggested after a moment, a seductive smile across her face. The advance took Charlie by surprise, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Sure. That would be great" He replied after a short moment of consideration. "Great" She confirmed with a grin, and turned on her heels. "Oh, by the way, my names Nellie" She explained, turning back around quickly. "Charlie" He replied with a grin. "Nice to meet you, Charlie" She noted with a laugh, and turned around once again. Charlie followed.

He didn't know who this girl was, or why she was so interested in him, but none of that mattered. This was a chance for free food, and if he was lucky, a bed and maybe even a shower if she wasn't married and rushing him out by noon. Things seemed to be looking up, but as he followed, he couldn't help but look back at the beach where Claire sat along with the rest of those familiar faces from his past.

There you go again, Charlie, he thought to himself. Always looking back. With that thought in mind, he turned around and faced Nellie, his temporary savior, and let her lead the way.

end for now

Ok, guys, heres the long chapter I promised! I know, its not 100 pages or anything, but I think its pretty good sized. Sorry It took so long to put up, but I've been super busy! hope you enjoy, peace!