Notes: New chapter up... Sorry it's been a couple of days since I updated... Thanks to oncethrown, hersheygal, mick-da-mouse, oncethrown, 1LostFan, A.StClaire, DarkDizzyMerryGoRound , A.StClaire andViolent Water for reviewing chapter 3! Please read and review... I hope you at like my story, sorry I can't actually put music to it... I'm also going on vacation for a few days so I won't be home to update... I might actually write a bit while I'm away...
Hurley sat stood over the edge of the cliff, ready to jump to his death when he began to sing suddenly:
Everything here is fake
Nothing here is real
I could soon be awake
With this insanity healed
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I could just jump into the water
And jump into my life
From this cliff edge right now I totter
I should just jump and end this strife
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Libby appeared from behind at challenged his words:
How am I not real
Please don't deny
It's what I feel
What could lead to this?
I thought I proved it
With that first kiss
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But you can't like a guy like me
I can, I will for eternity
I'm not as good as you deserve
Not like I'd throw you on the curb
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I'm sure that you're not real
Cuz you can't deal
With the fact that I really like you
I'm sure you're in my mind
Well that's not kind
Deserve more credit than's given to you
"So," Hurley said, suddenly not singing anymore. "You're real for real."
"Yeah I'm real for real."
Ana-Lucia gave Locke entry to "Gale's" chamber and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door to eavesdrop on anything that Gale might give away in a little song.
Henry tried to ignore Locke, but he was there and was not going away until a few questions were answered:
Don't come here
To interrogate me
It's still unclear
Just what you want from me
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I'll talk to you now truthfully
Since I'm through with the lies
Yes sir, I'm on a mission
But I'll never say why
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What's your real name?
What do you want with us?
Why do you treat this like a game?
Do you find this treatment just?
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Hey, one question at a time
And I won't just give you answers
You act like since what we say rhymes
You're suddenly my master
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I'll get Sayid in here again
He'll kill you if he can
He almost did earlier when
You lied about your plan
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I'd rather die by Sayid's hand here
Than by "his" back in his evil lair
Being shot in the head here is not so severe
Compared to the hell I'd go through over there
"So I guess you're not giving us any answers anytime soon," Locke said.
"Doubtful," "Henry" replied.
"Kate, what is it that you have what Sawyer?" Jack asked her, looking for answers. "What did you two sing about?"
"Jack, that's really none of your business."
"Kate, please just tell me," Jack begged. "Because you have to be careful about him… you know what he's done."
"Jack…"
I know you have feelings for him
But being with him, you'll never win
He'll only be bad to you
I'm sure that you can see this too
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I know, I see this pain as well
But when I'm with him that goes away
And I can't even tell
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But when I know that you're around
I always feel so safe and sound
And when I know you're close to me
I feel so warm and safe and free
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But he makes me feel something else
He makes me feel like I can be myself
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But I can do that too
Around me you can be you
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But you don't know what it's like
To run from the law to save your life
And you seem unable to understand
The pain one goes through
After killing a man
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But Kate…
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You know that I killed the man I loved
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Please wait…
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You think you know me, but it's not enough
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Just think…
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Your impression of me is all wrong
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You're on the brink…
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But still I've loved you all along
I'm not sure to whom I belong
"Kate, that's okay. We'll get through this. Just please think about it for a long, long time before you consider Sawyer."
"Okay, Jack. I'll do that."
It was mid-day and Charlie strolled over to Claire's camp, arms full with a pile of nappies, and placed the pile next to her makeshift shelter. Aaron was in the cradle that Locke had made for him and Claire's eyes for closed as she breathed softly, resting on an Oceanic blanket and pillow rescued from the fuselage before it was burned.
"Why didn't I think of that…" Charlie whispered to himself, considering what Locke had done for her. He realised that he probably didn't have the skill to make such a nice resting place for little Turniphead, but he could've tried at least… the old git was still trying to move in on Claire, he wagered, but he could let that happen to her. She deserved better than that.
"Better than that. Ha. Than I'm out of the question," Charlie though bitterly to himself.
Charlie leaned against a pole holding up Claire's shelter and, with the sudden urge to sing, began to croon to her in a whisper while the sound of his guitar accompanied him from nowhere:
I wish you could know
How much I love you
I wish you remembered
The first two weeks I spent with you
I never loved anyone else more
Than I love you
I wish I could be his father
And be your husband too
But I had an addiction
I quit, but there was friction
I wish you'd know
I didn't use
Cos if you did
I wouldn't lose you
I didn't know
Just what to do
But it's gone now
And I'm sure now that it's through
"Bollocks…" he said quietly. He thought his song was a bit sappy and cliché and was glad no one had heard it. Except for Claire. He wished that she had been awake to hear what he had said. And his wish kind of came true.
"Do you really mean that Charlie?" Claire said as she turned around to see him behind her. "You really stopped using?"
"You're… awake," Charlie said, startled but suddenly incredibly happy.
"I was just resting my eyes," she said, "not really asleep. Trying to, but I can't always fall asleep just when Aaron does."
"Well, to answer your question, I quit after a little more than a week on the island," Charlie said.
"I'm… sorry I didn't believe you," Claire apologised.
Charlie was ecstatic. "So, we're friends again?"
"Maybe, Charlie. But I can't forget how you hurt me. What you almost did to Aaron…"
"I was trying to baptise him!" Charlie interrupted, his smile fading.
"Yes, Charlie, but, you couldn't have done it yourself anyway. You're not a priest. You should've gotten Eko to do it. You need to think these things out before you act and almost go burning down half the camp…"
"Look, I'm sorry, you're right. I was acting rashly, but please just talk to me again. Friendship is all I ask for right now, Claire."
"I'll have to sleep on it," she said, rolling back over on her side and closing her eyes.
Sayid and Ana-Lucia sat in the hatch, waiting for the counter to click down.
"Why are we even doing this?" Sayid asked her. "This is all some kind of experiment. They are playing with us. They want us to think that something terrible will happen if we do not."
"Be careful," Ana-Lucia cautioned. "You can't know that. Henry's trying to get us to think that we don't have to push it. Reverse-psychology."
Sayid tried to rebut, but instead sang:
You came here out of nowhere
Killed the woman that I loved
The one for whom I really cared
Who I always thought of
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And yet, I never will blame you
You did just what you had to do
It is their fault, for what they put you through
And I see
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He paused.
That I may be falling for you
Ana-Lucia stood back a bit, shocked at what she had heard. She felt dishonoured and accountable for the death of Shannon everyday, and here was the man who loved the girl… he had said before that she wasn't the one to blame. The Others are who really killed Shannon.
Ana-Lucia hadn't felt that way once, though she tried to convince herself everyday that this was the case. Maybe Sayid's companionship would help alleviate the pain. Instead of saying anything, she wrapped her arms around Sayid's shoulders, placed her head on one of them and cried.