Okay I know I haven't updated this story in like forever. But I've been busy. Assignments, homework, formal, Christmas, weddings, trying to train two feral kittens who don't like where my fingers are located and want them gone, starting year eleven, first week already got a load of homework, and an assignment, best friend abandoning me, family members asking if I'm a lesbian everywhere I go (it freaked me out to no end, I mean so my hairs short and I still my guy friends clothes, that don't matter). ANYHOO! I'm updating with this really short chapter. So I shall reply to people then you read the story, then review again to inspire plot bunnies. Okay?

All Apologies: Thank you for the wootness.

Lilplayer: I finished my other story! It ends really disappointingly, I had planned this whole thing to happen with Simon being exiled, and Piggy to die, and basically I had plans! But they all went down the drain in my desperation to end it, but it's fluffy I guess. Yes well about that skin thing, you have to take into account that it is a tropical island, as in burning hot, and they don't have sunscreen! (Dear god no!) and sorry, yeah I wouldn't have a clue about what happens from lack of protein, never had a lack of it, everything I else I might know.

Purple Lurker: I know! My plots go so fast! I just can't write long stories! I ideas for new stories just fly into my head so I move on, and then it starts again, so the only way to get a story finished is to make it a ficlet like this or a one-shot. But yeah, thanks for the review!

Fanfic Lover 4evr: Thank you! I love it when Jack is two sided in stories! You know all power hungry, don't defy me side and the slash able and lovable side. Yeah there's nothing wrong with like a vulnerable guy! Especially Ralph. Roger is evil. That is why I love him. Not so much in this story, but others I do. And he will get what's coming to him in this story, no matter how much it pains me! Well thanks for the review and I hope you like this update!

Hennahito-ckbc: Thank you for your review! I love that plot too, past feelings that arise is always the best way to go!

Mad Empty Shell: Yeah I get that all the time, I have these great plot filled ideas, but they always leave me! They just don't love me!

Jo Huston: Sadistic Roger rules! …and slash! …And thanks for the review!

TillDeathDoYouPart: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it! If I daydream, I'll end up getting a random story idea stuck in my head, like with a girl that day dreams about cuttlefish. Could be interesting but I doubt it would be popular. A fine suggestion though for normal people 

Ticktockbangx: Thanks, yeah I had to read it too, that's why I first looked it up too. Thanks, well I hope you like the update!

The Shekinah: Yes everyone goes on about my A/N's but the fact of the matter is, if I'm not hypo I'm a depressing morbid shit. My mum is mentally ill, and I got those genes passed on to me. So everyone will have to put up with my randomness when I'm actually happy. Yes it is ooc, but if it wasn't then where would we be, Jack trying to put Ralph's head on a pike next to the pigs. But thanks for your review!

Ceci1: I really, really, REALLY need to thankyou for your review! ..So thank you!

Generally Maz: Thank you, both of my LotF stories came out really fluffy and cute. And thanks a billion for the suggestion!

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Mageia: Fawsome review. And like Maz, thanks a billion for having a suggestion! My plot bunnies ran away…one of them was called Barry.

Ralph

Yet again, I wake up with my head on something soft and warm. Yawning I roll over, back to Jack. Comfortable and warm. Looking at my shoulder I smile. It's not even tanned, but it's at least a colour that could be considered skin, unlike my usual ghostly paler.

"Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes" Roger cackles. I sit up, and he sneers. Jack just slumbers on.

"What is it Roger? You'll wake Jack up" I groan.

"Come on then you can handle the problem better then he could" something in my gut tells me that I shouldn't go with him, but I brush that aside, cause I've been alone with Roger tones of times before. Getting up I follow him out of the cave, and into the jungle. He stops suddenly, and whirls around. And as suddenly as he had stopped, his lips were on mine. I gasp and he takes advantage of my open mouth. I quickly reel backwards, my eyes as wide as saucers. He gives me a malicious lopsided grin.

"What are you doing?" I snap

"Having a bit of fun, you should try it sometime" he laughs.

"Well go have fun with someone else!" I growl.

"Ah, Ralph, do you really want me to make your life hell?" He says attempting to smile innocently. Do I really want my life to be worse? Is it worth becoming Roger's little slave?

"Why me though?" I ask giving him a lost look, which he sneers at.

"Because, your girly looking, and it'll piss Jack off, what fun!" He coos. Things on this island were changing so drastically. First, getting attention and an apology off Jack, then having a whole day out in tropical sun just to play, but now this. Couldn't I just take the good, without the bad? Why me?!

Jack

I sit up and yawn loudly before clamping a hand over my mouth. I hope I didn't wake up Ralph. I turn slowly, ready to apologise. But there's no one to apologise too. I glance around the room, without seeing any living thing. I frown. He wouldn't have left with out asking permission. Standing, I stretch and begin to walk to the cave entrance. Another day of wincing as bright light floods in. I look around, there's no one in sight. I head down to the lagoon, successfully finding most of the island boys. They look up, excited, but once they see that Ralph isn't with me, they turn back to their games. Brats, the lot of them. I continue on my search.

An hour later and I have zip. I found quite a few boys roaming in the forest, but no pale, blonde ones.

"Jack" Roger states walking up to me. I turn and face him, ready to ask if he'd seen Ralph, except that Ralph was following behind him. I walk around Roger and up to the blonde. His face was down cast, and his cheeks were bright red.

"Ralph?" I ask attentively.

"Yeah, I'm fine, how about you?" Roger remarked sarcastically. I roll my eyes and slowly lift Ralph's chin, locking eyes with the blonde. Humiliation. Defeat. Resigned. It shows clearly in his eyes.

"Ralph?" I ask again. The younger smiles a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm fine Jack. Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, trying to sound amused. I narrow my eyes, but he stares back unwaveringly. I shake my head and turn to Roger.

"Don't even start. You were sleeping in so I took him out for a stroll, trying to entertain your new…trophy? Pet? Slave? Boy? How about we just settle for blonde, aye?" Roger grins, finding obvious glee in my infatuation.

"Jack? Can we go swimming again today?" Ralph pleas. His eyes stare at me, begging. How am I meant to say no? Not that I would have anyway.

"Sure Ralph, sure" and with that we head over to the lagoon with the other boys. We play for a couple more hours before going in search of fruit. Ralph, a group of other boys and I all ate in one big group, laughing and joking about. Maurice rambling about some tree that slants over the mountain edge and him wanting someone to climb on it. No one was stupid enough to try it.

"You must have a pretty demented mind, to want to see someone drop from that height, so bad" Ralph commented with a smile. Maurice grinned.

"What a tribesman isn't allowed to like blood?" Maurice said, smearing fruit juice on his face to make a very sticky mask. Ralph seemed to hold back a blanch.

"I wouldn't count yourself a man just yet Maurice" the blonde joked, hiding his disgust at the tribal way. Robert laughed heartily hitting Ralph on the back. The smaller boy winced but smiled none the less. Looking at this group for just a minute and you would notice that they all looked up to Ralph, respected him…liked him. How could you not? It was Ralph; the first chief, the only blonde, the best swimmer, the wisest in his own way. And beautiful in everyway.

I looked at Ralph clearly. The pale skin, no longer unnatural. The light freckles across his nose, unblemished skin. Normally. I frown when I see four clear pink lines on his right shoulder blade, one lower and fainter one a little apart from the rest. Scratches. I run a finger down the longest one lightly, feeling the muscle tense under my touch.

"What's this?" I remark quietly, without any of the other boys noticing.

"Nothing, must have rubbed up against something in my morning 'stroll'. Surprisingly, there are branches in that jungle" came the simple reply. Still frowning lightly I go back to the conversation.

Something just didn't seem right.

I'll try and update as soon as possible but with the amount of work I'm getting in just the first week back, it might take awhile, but i shall try! Keep up with the great reviews!