Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. I want to thank all of you guys again. Moi, Ruki and All Apologies. This one's more about Roger and Eric and I'm sorry if I throw Roger out of character, it's just… I really wanted to SHOW what was going on inside him… so sorry.

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There were some things happening on the island. Things that very few of the boys were starting to know about. First, there was something up with Jack.

As Jack started to walk to Castle Rock, he started thinking about what Ralph had said about Roger. Was Roger his little plaything? Sure, whenever Jack told Roger to do something, it got done regardless of what Roger wanted. But to be a plaything, wouldn't something else be involved. Kissing and such?

Jack thought about kissing Roger. First he got disturbed. Roger wouldn't stay submissive if he was thrown something as primal as lust. He would want to dominate Jack. Jack wanted to stay in control. He turned around and looked at Ralph.

At that moment, Ralph was pushing hair out of his face, looking down at Jack's feet. Jack quickly turned around. Ralph would put up a fight for dominance, too. But there was something about the way that Ralph would fight that made it all seemed different. Ralph wouldn't kill for power. In the end, Ralph could maybe be happy being Jack's friend.

There was also something going on inside Eric. The twins, ask any boy on the island, were almost inseparable. They often finished each others sentences and if the two were on a team in a hunting game, they always knew where the other one would be and where to aim. They were really unstoppable.

Then Roger got between them.

But even Roger didn't know all of it.

Eric was told, by Roger, to get bones, seashells, vines, anything that could be used to make a necklace. Not just any necklace. A necklace fit for the Chief. Eric couldn't think of why Roger would want to make something for the Chief. (Eric knew that Roger wanted to make it himself, or he would have told Eric to make it once he found the material.) The more Eric thought, as he gathered obediently, the more he thought that it must be because without Jack in power Roger would get punished for everything he's done wrong.

Roger would get punished for killing Piggy. He would get punished for yelling at Sam, threatening him, so Sam would tell Roger where Ralph was hiding.

'But you saved Sam.' A voice inside Eric's head said. 'You saved Sam from Roger, and looked where it got you.'

Eric shrugged the voice away. Sam was safe and Roger wouldn't hurt Sam ever again. Unless Eric did something wrong. Something that would show Roger that Sam deserved it.

But Eric wouldn't disobey Roger, not for anybody. Not knowing what Roger was capable of.

Eric finished gathering as he walked up to where he use to be sitting, by Sam, the fire and Roger. However, when he reached the top, Roger wasn't there. Eric stepped forward.

"Hiya." Sam said, without looking up. Eric looked down and Sam seemed really sad. "How are you, Eric?"

" 'm fine, Sam." Eric said. His voice sounding annoyed as he looked around for Roger. Where did he go?

"Who're you looking for?" Sam asked quietly.

"R-" Eric started truthfully, but he thought better of it. What would Sam say if he knew he was out looking for Roger? "Ralph. Ralph and the Chief. Are they back yet?"

Sam shook his head, and made a slight sniffle. Eric ignored it and started to walk down the other side of the mountain. If Roger went anywhere, it would be to ask Jack something or talk to Ralph.

Soon, though, when he was just out of ear and eye shot from his twin, he saw Jack and Ralph. Jack looked like he'd been thinking a lot and Ralph looked like he'd done something bad. Ralph looked like he knew he was going to get punished.

Jack nodded his head to Eric, seeing him walk past, but nobody said anything. Jack wasn't sure which twin it was, Ralph felt like he wasn't allowed to talk, and Eric didn't want to accidentally spoil what Roger was planning on making for the Chief.

Eric walked toward the stream. Maybe Roger was getting a drink or something. He walked a little closer, when he heard a strange noise. It was like sobbing, but really pained. Whoever this was must have been really hurt, or being tortured. Eric smiled on the inside. Roger must have a littlun.

However, he couldn't see them. He knew it was coming from inside some thick trees and bushes, hiding whoever was inside. Eric snuck around front, like a practiced hunter, trying to catch whoever this was. He knew by the sound that this person didn't want to be found.

He couldn't see the face. All he could see was a human curled up, knees to their chest, arms wrapped around their legs, with their head down. When Eric looked down, he knew who this was. This person had a stick lying next to them that was sharpened at both ends.

"Roger?" Eric squeaked, surprised, almost dropping his shells, vines and bones

At hearing his name, Roger looked up, surprised was the dominate emotion on his face for a few seconds. Roger had lines under his eyes, where his paint should have been, but the tears washed away. His whole body looked tired, and there were something about his eyes. The eyes that were always dark, the eyes that always made Eric want to die. Those eyes seemed sad, scared, and alone.

Roger blushed for a second, embarrassed, and quickly wiped his eyes and face on his arm, almost all of the paint was gone.

"R-Roger?" Eric squeaked again. Eric pushed away some of the branches and sat down on his knees across form Roger, who tried hard to look aggressive.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" Even Roger's voice didn't seem threatening. He put his head down on his arms again, and Eric stayed.

"Roger, what's wrong?" Eric asked, putting his hand on Roger's bare shoulder.

Roger must have felt an electric shock run through Eric's fingers, because he jumped, looked at Eric angrily and said. "Don't touch me!"

Eric let his hand slide off Roger's shoulder, but he stayed there, watching Roger as he looked back at Eric. For a second, Eric understood. Roger was just a human with human needs. Roger was just like him. Something hurt Roger, and it was up to Eric to make him feel better.

"I got you this stuff." Eric smiled gently and held out his hands as he moved over, leaning his back to the tree too, and sat next to Roger.

Roger gave a small smile, and he tried to hide it by wiping away what was left of his mask. He stretched his legs out and sat the stuff in Eric's hands in his lap. "Let's make some necklaces."

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Jack led Ralph up to his cave. Ralph looked at Sam, sitting sadly by the fire. Jack quickly put his hand on Ralph's bare chest and pushed Ralph into the dark cave, holding the pigskin door open for him.

Ralph lost his balance and fell, scraping his elbows. Ralph frowned at Jack, but Jack just gave Ralph a tired look.

Jack turned to walk away but hearing Ralph whisper, "Hey, Jack?" he turned around and walked in. He let the door fall behind him, so they were secluded in the cave with a small fire in the center. He expected Ralph to go at him again, talk about how Roger was his plaything. Jack didn't want to talk about it. He wanted time to think.

"Why do you keep splitting up the twins?"

Jack was shocked. Not because the question was hard, or anything, but because it was something he totally didn't expect. As he thought about it, he was confused for a second, so he turned around and peaked out the door. Sam still sat looking like he was missing half his soul.

"I haven't given anyone any orders today. Wherever Eric went, he wanted to go."

Ralph nodded. It made sense. Jack was with him all day, and he knew he didn't tell anyone to do anything.

"So where do you suppose Eric went."

"I don't know." Jack looked back to Ralph, who was looking back at him. Ralph had stood back up and was only a few inches away from Jack. Jack frowned and pushed Ralph back again, he hit the back wall, but not had enough to hurt or even for him to lose his balance and fall down. "Don't give me that look!"

"What look?" Ralph asked, frowning slightly.

"That, 'you're the chief and you should know where everyone is and what they're doing at all times' look!" Jack looked angry.

Ralph just smiled. "You're just paranoid."

Jack growled but the fight in his eyes was out. He leaned against the wall that Ralph was leaning on and let himself slide down to the floor. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. Ralph sat down next to him.

Jack sighed. "What if there's a revolt, Ralph?"

Ralph looked surprised. He wasn't expecting their conversation to lead to this, so he just smiled and said. "There won't be."

"But what if…" Jack started but Ralph put his hand over Jack's mouth.

"Who'd start it, Jack? I think I would be the only one who'd want to and I'm not starting anything… so who?"

Ralph felt Jack smile against his mouth so he moved his hand, blushing softly.

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"So why were you cr-" Eric looked at Roger, who threw him a testy glance. "Upset, earlier?"

Roger sighed and threaded another shell through the vine. He was almost done and he thought Jack would like it. Beside him, Eric was making one too, but he didn't know if that was only because he felt the need to do it too, or if he was making it for someone like he was. "Jack."

"The Chief?" Eric looked confused. "Wha'd he do?"

"Nothing." Roger instantly regretted admitting it. "Just heard something he said to Ralph 'n it made me upset s'all." Roger replayed that moment in his mind. 'Me and Roger… we're not like that.' That's what Jack'd said. 'We're not like that.' Roger thought. 'Maybe you're not… but I am…'

Eric nodded. He knew Roger was admitting something, he just didn't know what it was. He decided that what he had with Roger, right now, in this moment, was good. He wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Have you ever felt like that?" Roger asked, quietly. "Like stabbed through the heart with a double sided spear."

Eric looked down, he had a lot of spear wounds on him. "You… well… The spears never go all the way through."

Roger looked at Eric's chest and all the wounds he'd caused. Mostly bruises, but on some days when Roger was extra violent, he'd been known to let it out on Eric. Eric knew he wouldn't apologize, and he didn't want him too. He wore the wounds well.

"But you know what I mean…"

"Yeah. I know." Eric said sadly, looking back up at Roger.

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(NA: Whoa. The love triangle has seemed to turn into an unclosed square! Muahaha. Sorry about Roger, again. I know that like… I made him too open with Eric but I just had to get that across. The fact that Roger reeeeally cares about what Jack thinks. And that Eric really secretly wants Roger to like him. So the next chapter will probably come soon too, as the night is young and with people commenting it makes me feel like I'm useful for once. XD So… keep reviewing and I'll try to make Roger more sadistic again next time.)