GOMFG, I'm sooowy guys for not updating for so long. I know some of you have been sharpeningtheir knives for more updates.I've been sooo busy with work and preparing for uni and boyfriends and god knows what else. Cookies for those who guessed correctly last timeahahahaha. This is now completely different to the series happening at the moment, but I was correct in the fact that Hurley was assigned to catagorise food. So someone shot theannoying blonde? Well, thank you god for that (as you can see, I'm not a Shannon fan).
Don't own LOST
Don't sue me, anyone, muchish fanfic slag coming on
It was late afternoon and there were few people to be seen around the campsite; in fact they only people around were two men with a toddler. Aaron was playing in the sand happily while Hurley and Charlie looked on. Charlie looked somewhat glum and Hurley, sensitive to his friend's mood, was holding his slumped head in his hand.
"Things are getting a bit tense aren't they?" Hurley said, making an attempt for conversation. Charlie made a non-committal sound. Hurley looked blankly at his friend, "Do you suppose the Sawyer-Kate thing has something to do with it?"
"Mmm, Perhaps," Charlie shrugged, looking at his adoptive son.
"You wouldn't've thought that would be a problem any more with Kate moving to the Doc's place." He stated, looking expectantly at Charlie for a half decent reply.
"Maybe…I dunno."
Hurley had enough. "Dude, what's wrong?"
Charlie slowly turned his head and gazed at him for a long second, "Nothing's wrong."
"Oh, come on, there's something wrong with you…your eyes are glazed; mouth half-open; you look like you've had enough." He said indignantly, spreading his arms out.
"I've had enough alright," Charlie chuckled, "I haven't had a decent night's sleep in two weeks now…man, if you thought Turnip' was bad, MJ is worse…" MJ's full name was Miriam-Josephine Charlotte Sarah Pace, a direct result of both parents wanting their daughter to be named after a great-grandmother but not sure which great-grandmother to use, so Charlie and Claire settled in making all great-grandmothers the namesake of their little girl.
"Dude…you're not serious are you?" Hurley said raising his eyebrow.
"Listen mate, I'm dead serious; all MJ ever does is scream, feed and poop….in fact, I wouldn't mind if some Others just took me away right now. I'm just using my son as bait." He motioned to the toddler with a foot. Aaron was playing with a toy horse and making growling noises as a sound effect (so far about twelve people had tried to tell him what a horse sounded like, but Aaron was having too much fun making growls and roars)
"So where is MJ now?" Hurley asked.
"With Claire…and before you ask, Claire's gone to see Kate and Shannon about Sun's kid, Yoon-Ji. Even though the boy is so quiet and peaceful, Claire can't handle him with MJ around, and is asking Kate to look after him and Shannon to feed him for a few months."
"Ah, I see. Shame about Sun." Hurley dropped his head mournfully.
"Yeah," Charlie said looking even glummer, "Jack did everything he could…though he was beating himself up about it again. He was saying something about an infection. Poor girl…I wonder who is looking after her garden."
"Kate is, as much as she can. Though she doesn't know what most of the plants are for…dude, she's a real trooper." Hurley said with a small smile. Both of them settled into silence. Aaron's growling horse leapt up with a huge roar and went sailing through the air, colliding majestically with Charlie's head.
"Ow." Said Charlie, barely flinching. Aaron toddled up to him and sat on his lap.
"Dad-dy, why are you sad?" Aaron asked, snuggling in with a hug.
"Daddy is not sad, he's depressed." He said. Hurley rolled his eyes.
"Dude, that means the same thing." He corrected.
"No it doesn't." Charlie snapped.
"Aaron…I think your daddy's emo." Hurley nodded solemnly to the toddler.
"I'm not effing emo! I'm just tired! So so so so tired!" Charlie began to cry and lay on the ground hugging his knees. Hurley, alarmed that his friend had indeed become a foetal emo, looked wildly around for something to cheer him up. Luckily for him, the toddler had a brilliant idea.
"Daddy, you want bed-time stwory?" Aaron asked hugging him, his little arms barely reaching around his neck. Charlie looked up and hugged his son tightly.
"That would be nice." He said. Aaron squirmed in his arms.
"Daddy, huggies is hurting." He gasped. Charlie released him quickly.
"I'll tell the story," Hurley said, as the other two snuggled together, "ahem: Long ago, in a galaxy far far away…dun naaaa nanana naaa nah, nanana naaaa nah, nanana naaah" he sang the star wars theme song. Charlie laughed.
"I've heard this one." He said.
"Au contraire, mon ami; this one's different." Hurley waggled a finger at the two blondes.
"How?" Charlie asked curiously, propping himself up on one elbow.
"This one's my own invention." Hurley said proudly. Charlie looked at him incredulously.
"You do fanfiction?" he asked. Hurley nodded, "Star Wars fanfiction?"
"Yes, though I do like to write in the DC comic fandom, superman, batman and others sometimes," he mused, "but I'm a wide reader, so I'll look at anything that seems good."
"Holy crap, Hurley! I thought only girls did that sort of stuff." Charlie said, as Aaron squirmed in his lap.
"Well, I would be lying if I said that the fanfiction world wasn't female dominated. But, dude, there are girls that twist the privilege of fanfiction goodness to their own perverted ideas and desires…Mary-Sues, Gary-Stues, slash, het, m-pregs…the list goes on." Hurley shuddered.
"Whoa, whoa…what the heck is slash?" Charlie asked.
"Queer stuff…I dunno, but somehow rabid fangirls always desire to see their favourite male characters fall in love and sleep together…it's some perverse pleasure to them."
"Sounds twisted," Charlie gaped, as Aaron went back to his horse, losing interest, "Is there anyone not at risk?" he asked.
"No, if anyone can be paired, they will be…for example, take this island: imagine our time here was a massively popular television series; sooner or later everyone would be paired with someone." Hurley nodded.
"Like…Sawyer with Kate,"
"Or you with Kate," Hurley pointed at him.
"That's not possible in this universe……….or Sawyer with the Doc," Charlie suggested, slightly disgusted with himself.
"Or you with me," Hurley said soberly. Charlie made a face of absolute disgust.
"They should be shot." He said.
"Yes, but they haven't done that to us. We're not celebrities or well known or anything. Dude, it's just not possible." Hurley assured.
"Thank God for that. I mean, if I was the actor to a particular character and saw my character doing weird things like that…I think I might just shoot the author." Charlie huffed.
"Charlie!" a female voice called not so far away. It was Claire holding a bundle of swaddled MJ, still crying. He cringed a little, thinking of the nights ahead, "dear! It's nearly dinnertime, come back to the hut!" she called warily.
"Coming!" he said, heaving himself up off the ground and picking up the blonde toddler as well, "thanks for that Hurley." He said.
"My pleasure. Have a nice sleep tonight," he joked as Charlie grumbled his way back to Claire.
Well, here we are at another ending of a chapter. Not much storyline, I know, but I was bored. Charlie's thoughts are my thoughts, yet I'm such a hypocrite, being a rabid fangirl myself :)
More soon (I hope)!