Albelle: First reveiw, yay! Glad you like the story so far. Hope to hear more from you soon.

Lostlorenzo: hey whore, what are you in hiding from? lol. Glad you like the idea. Its the first Charlie fic I've done without Claire. I felt a little bad about that, but she's kind of bugging me now. Shes still one of my favorites, but she's treating poor Charlie like shit and I just can't have that. Any way, I decided to make this a long fic, because I really like the idea, witch means I won't be contenuing any of the other stories. But this one will be very angsty, as you put it, so I'm sure you'll enjoy :D

lost without bing: lol. Well, her name isn't max, but your welcome to pretend it is!lol. That way you won't have to break my arm, cause that would make it hard to type and then where would we be? Any way, thanks for the reveiw, I'll try to keep it interesting.

The Replacement

"See, I used to be a junkie before the crash" he began, reluctantly, not caring to know why she wanted to hear his life story. "But because you didn't have any drugs.." She continued for him, taking an obvious guess. "No, believe me. I had drugs" He confirmed with a laugh. "I had a whole fucking plain full."

The girl shot him a confused look and he explained. "Drug smugglers, plain crashed on the island. Smuggled them in virgin marry statues, how sacrilegious is that?" He questioned with a snicker. She smiled in amusement, and he continued.

"Any way, as soon as the people on the island found out that I knew about the drugs, the automatically assumed I was doing them. Then they decided that all of my odd behavior was not from the fact that a women I was pretty much and love with refused to speak with me, or let her see her baby, who I'd been having some pretty bad night bares about, but from all the mounds of heroine I must have been doing" He rambled angrily, a bitter sarcasm in his voice.

"Wow. That blows" The girl confirmed casually, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah. Yeah it dose" He nodded in agreement, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I don't care what the people on the island think. Or the people in the cave.

So if you don't mind, Charlie, I'm gonna work my way across this lake, and you and I are gonna be neighbors" She confirmed, giving him little options to deny her.

"Fine with me" He replied with a shrug and a smile, and watched as she knelt down and began untying her shoes so she could go across the water. Once they were off, she lowered herself down the side of the ledge, that was only a foot or two above the surface of the lake on that side, and into the shallow water.

The part she walked through only came up to her knees, so it wasn't that difficult to move through.By the time she made it over, Charlie was sitting down once again with his back against the tree. He watched absent-mindedly as she looked around his little camp.

"Nice place" She noted, mildly impressed. "Thanks" He replied with a shrug, not able to take credit for much. "You can put your stuff in the tree. Keeps it dry" He explained, giving an indicating nod towards the tree he was speaking of.

She wondered over to the tree, tossed her bag into the whole, and then wondered back over to the edge of the lake where he sat, and took a seat beside him.

"Are you always this quiet?" She questioned, leaning back on the palms of her hands and tilting her head to the side. "No, actually I'm usually quite talkative" He explained honestly.

"Good" She confirmed, lowering herself on her back and folding her arms behind her head. "Cause I'd like to hear a lot more of that sexy accent" She added casually, a sly grin across her face.

At first, Charlie was taken by surprise at this remark, but after a moment, his expression warmed into an embarrassed smile. She noticed it quickly, and a proud smirk worked its way across her features. "So, what part of England are you from?" She asked curiously, looking up at the trees over head that just barely blocked the sun from where they sat.

"Manchester" He replied, shifting so that instead of sitting in Indian style, one leg was outstretched and the other bent. "Cool" She replied with a nod of approval. "And you?" He asked curiously, noting by her voice that she was clearly Australian.

He was happy that she didn't have one of the sharp accents that many Australians had, the ones that made them all sound like they were about to catch a crocodile. Her accents was a lot softer, closer to English, only more casual. Much like Claire's. Even the way she said his name reminded him of Claire. He tried not to think about it.

"Melbourne" She explained, her eyes still glued on the sky above them. Charlie nodded. He didn't know where to go from there. "Oh, and by the way, may name is Elise" she added, turning her head to look up at him.

"Nice to meet you, Elise" he replied, reaching out his hand to shake hers. "You too, Charlie" She replied with a smile. She reached out her hand and finished the gesture, and for a moment, neither one of them said a word. A connection had been made, one Charlie hoped would not break as esily as the one he'd made with Claire.

to be contenuied...