Ugh, I'm as sick as a dog, and just bumming around at home. do-de-do. Funny how my boyfriend returned back from the repair shop with his new computer, holding triumphantly above his head a working laptop...he kinda reminded me of a caveman with a fresh kill...but that's just me. Got kinda pissed when his San Andreas program was deleted from the hard drive. Hahaha!

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Would sell my soul to be with Charlie right now.

It was very early in the morning when Charlie woke beside Claire. He silently cursed drinking so much the night before, and he heaved himself out of the hut, quietly as not to wake Master Monster Turniphead.

As he tiptoed to the nearest tree, he mournfully wondered how he was going to get himself back to sleep…he could never get himself back to sleep once he woke up. Unzipping his pants, he sighed in relief as he released his bladder.

He looked around and gazed at the scenery surrounded by darkness, thinking of nothing in particular. Hearing a noise, he turned to look at a bunch of rustling bushes towards his left.

Oh crap-o-rella, he thought, this is no time to be caught with my pants down…

A bedraggled Kate emerged from the bushes, just as Charlie put on his best ninja fighting stance. They looked at each other with a mixed look of shock, mirth and embarrassment.

"What are you doing here?" Kate hissed, ignoring the fact that Charlie still had his zipper down.

"Taking a leak. What the hell are you doing? You scared the bejeezus out of me." He gasped.

"Refilling my water," she replied, holding up her water bottle as evidence. Charlie rolled his eyes.

"Just let Jack do it…he's been wandering around like some poor lost soul, refilling everyone's water, forcing them to drink sometimes. I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for him…and I blame his suffering on you." Charlie shook an accusing finger.

"Me? Listen buster, he deserves to suffer in pain…"

"Kate…" Charlie sighed, "Things happen. You can't blame it all on Jack."

"I can and I will!" Kate turned an impatient head and marched off back into the forest. Charlie stuck out a lower lip and glared towards the bushes swaying in Kate's wake. Turning on his heel, he walked back to his hut.

Halfway across the scrub, near "Sawyer's Hoard" he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Spinning around in silence, he saw Jack's silhouette in the darkness.

"Kate," Jack breathed, "I need to talk to you."

Charlie released a rather feminine squeak of terror.

"Please listen to me. I have felt so guilty lately, and I really want to care for you." He said, clutching Charlie's shoulders tightly.

"Jack…" Charlie breathed in his high-pitched terror. This was by far the most terrifying ordeal Charlie had ever been through; he would rather face twenty polar bears than be in his position at that very moment in time.

"I really want to show you how I feel…" and Jack planted a wet kiss full on Charlie's mouth. Jack's eyes flew open in the dark.

"You're not Kate." He said stupidly.

"Great discovery Einstein; now get out of my way, I'm about to hurl." Charlie pushed him to the ground, and retched on the sand close by.

"Charlie? Charlie!" Jack gasped, "Oh…I. Am. So. Sorry." And Jack managed to burble off a few more apologies interlaced with strong swear words, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"Waiting for my male lover to sweep me off my feet in the middle of the night…I was taking a leak. What else do you think a normal man would do?" Charlie screeched in his lowest possible volume, "and why are you stalking Kate?"

"Me? Stalk Kate?" he said rather guiltily, "…well yes, that could be the most appropriate term for it."

"Of course you were stalking her, unless you wandered all this way out to take a dump," he said sarcastically, "And you wanted to say sorry," Charlie wiping his mouth thoroughly, "and, by the sounds of it, you want to marry her."

"Well…"

"Yes you do. That was a damn hard kiss." Charlie spat a few times after this.

"Well, she is trying to make me suffer and take all the blame…"

"Damn right she is." Charlie nodded.

"Really?"

"Yes, if you were here two seconds earlier, she would've told you a piece of her mind." Charlie said evenly. In the darkness, Charlie could see Jack's head prick like a fox that caught a scent.

"Where is she? Which way did she go?" he asked, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"She went to the caves to get some water. Obviously she doesn't want you to do it." he said, pushing Jack away for the second time that night. Then suddenly Jack was gone, disappearing into the night.

Charlie shook his head in dismay, resuming his journey back to the hut. There was now no way to get back to sleep tonight. In fact, he thought ruefully, it was unlikely he would sleep properly again for weeks.

What a random turn of events. Poor Charlie, Mwhahaha!

Have finally got internet access at home. Wireless too. Yaayyyy!