A/N: okay, I am really sorry about this taking so long, like I said I've got a lot of stuff to do this holidays, and apart from that…the computer in our house that has the internet…well…blew up. And my brother's blaming me, so I have to pay for it to be fixed…I'm 14 for crying out loud! So sorry…replies:

Kizna1200: Yeah, SimonxRalph…I'm hoping to put in a bit more later, but I feel really bad, because that will sort of involve Ralph either cheating or leading two guys on…oh the humanity! But hey, we'll see what happens? Thanks for reviewing!

Trust: Well grey is one of my favourite colours…a bit weird but hey, actually my new room is being painted grey and purple…strange I am. Woo! You are now Jack's favourite person! Apart from Ralph…lol, thanks for reviewing…!

Lilplayer: Hey! Go lip-ginity! To sign up for the "Ralph lover utopia" you should try (not an official site, lol sorry! The Easter eggs are getting to me!) Okay the next two chapters will be in either Ralph's or Rogers, not sure of the order yet. Yes, Ralph is a god. A god of horny island boys. This chapter I think is devoted to Jackie and Ralphie moments and I love them together too. 26 laps is just plain wrong! We only have to do 3 laps, but our coach usually arrives late, so we just say we did them…Mmm…possibly why we have yet to win a game…no! Our laziness is not to blame!...I shall blame…Hilary! She left our team! So it is her fault! But still 26 laps? You either have a very small oval to run around or your coach is an evil blood sucking mutant…squirrel, yes that will do…(I apologize again for my craziness, it the Easter eggs I tell you!) or your just a better division than we are…lol, I love your reviews…oh and everyone else's!...Piggy is heading to be main evil guy at the moment so I suppose he's going to do something really nasty, and probably to Ralph (awe I'm sorry about this Ralph!). Go your twisted brain…well now I'm the one rambling so, ciao!

The Mad Empty Shell: Roger will either be the next chapter or the chapter after, cause sometime soon I have to do Ralph since everything revolves around him…aaaahhh! My cat is trying to rub against my face…evil affectionate beast!...err, now she is hugging my head…strange feline…sorry, getting of track…so thanks for reviewing!

All Apologies: Woo! You rule! Mmm, I'm trying to just keep it flowing, but it's just getting hard, with putting in the years they've been there and they've probably been threw a lot…basically I'm losing the flow! ….well, thanks for reviewing!

The Meeting and Hunting

Jack's POV

A smile spreads across my face as I remember this morning. I felt pain in my chest as I saw tears about to spill down his cheeks. That's why he hugged me, to hide the tears. But I'm going to be the last person to complain about it. He had looked so right, his body had been the same (A/N: golden, well toned body, sun kissed blonde hair, just to remind you) but his grey eyes had caught the suns rising rays, making them gleam silver, he looked angelic. And then his warm body, wrapping itself around me? That was great too.

Ralph suddenly burst from the trees and went and sat on his log. He seemed slightly flushed, but not breathing heavily and was holding his head up in his hands. Roger noticed where I was looking and nudged me, sneering. I glare at him and then roll my eyes. It had taken me hours to get him to shut up about Ralph, me liking Ralph, Simon liking Ralph, and basically…Ralph related topics. Roger had vanished for an hour or so, but other than that, he had been at my side. Annoying me. Simon ran onto the platform, bright red, from running. He was nowhere near as fit as Ralph. Simon was about to walk towards Ralph, when he noticed Piggy sitting, isolated from everyone, covering his fat face. Roger and I smirk at each other. As Piggy looked up to greet Simon, everyone got a great view of his bruised face. It was swollen too, but that was hard to notice. Simon gasped and ran close to him, muttering words frantically under his breathe. Ralph seems to be the only person who hasn't had a reaction; totally lost in thought. Roger's sniggering brings my attention back to Piggy. He's started crying, and the good hearted Simon became even more concerned. It takes me a lot of effort not to start cackling wildly.

"What the?" Ralph's voice snaps. He's finally noticed what's going on. I stand and walk over to him.

"It's nothing Ralph. Hey Ralph its hunting day. So, wanna come?" I smile. A couple of years ago Ralph made it a rule that we could only go hunting once a month. He had never really missed a hunt, for he enjoyed it I think, but he absolutely hates showing his enjoyment. Ralph gives me a strange look and shakes his head. He picks up the creamy conch, and blows loudly, everyone on the platform and in the lagoon, looks at him.

"Come on! We're having a meeting!" Ralph calls angrily. Everyone wearily walks over and sits. I sit at the front…up near Ralph…like always. Ralph glares around, as though waiting for something. "Is someone going to tell me, what the hell is going on?" he yells suddenly. "What the hell happened? Piggy! You love voicing negativity…what's going on here?" Ralph snarls, angry as hell. (A/N: you may have noticed that I like the word hell) Piggy stood and took the conch. He glared at me, then at Roger, who smiled evilly.

"Well, I was just walking up the mountain, when suddenly Roger and Jack came out of no where, and without warning they tackled me to the ground, and…and started beating me, and taunting me…I tried to…but they…" He didn't get any further because he broke down in tears; what a baby. Baby whale that is. Ralph didn't show any sympathy, that was always a start. But he was still angry as hell. (A/N: Hell count: 4)

"Jack? Is this true?" Ralph asked, but his eyes screamed that he already knew the answer.

"Maybe. Possibly. Probably. Yes?" I mutter, Roger has finally hid his grin, and we hopefully look sorry about it. Ralph shakes his head.

"Why?" he looks confused, not knowing what to do.

"Well, he's an arsehole. I mean, I thought Roger was worse, but he's not compared to that Fatso!" I cry out. I really don't want to say 'I did it for you', that would just be ga- I mean lame. Ralph sighs. Everyone waits.

"Simon, see what you can do about Piggy's wounds. Jack, come on, we'll get everyone some meat" Ralph grimaces, I grin and everyone cheers. Fruit is good and all, but it's horrible to live on for so long. "Samneric! Can you start a fire, near the huts if possible" then Ralph walks to the edge of the platform where the spears were leaning. Picking up the sharpest one, he begins to walk into the jungle. I quickly follow suit. Walking into step behind him.

"So why'd you do it? Really" He mumbled. I glance around before answering

"Because it wasn't right, what he did to you" I whisper, not even sure he heard me. He turns around and looks at me strangely (A/N: God, another thing I've been saying too much!)

"Two wrongs don't make a right" he states simply, than smiles "Come on, we better get serious, or the boys will have our heads" and with that, he begins to run silently threw the flora. After about half an hour, we found the perfect pig. It took about ten minutes to bring it down. Ralph walked over to it and tripped, falling onto it. He groaned.

"Damn creepers, Eww, nasty!" he snapped, looking down at his chest. It was smeared with pig's blood. I smirk and sit next to him.

"So, the island's blonde little hottie, isn't as balanced as we thought" Ralph starts laughing. Standing I help him up, only for him to slip backwards on the blood moistened ground. I can tell that he's inwardly hitting himself for being so clumsy. I step carefully so as not to slip in blood like he did, and help him up again. Ralph shakes his head, and we eventually manage to start carrying the pig back to the camp. As I carry the front, I head back onto the platform. Cheers rise when they see the carcass. Then they see Ralph and stop, I glance around and smile. His torso is covered in blood, and they don't know it's only from the pig.

"Maurice and Robert can you start cooking this thing! Samneric good job on the fire! Jack, can you come with me to the creek (A/N: Wow that sounds Australian) and help me wash this crud of my back?" he whispers the last part in my ear. I grin inwardly and nod. Following him back into the creepers. We find the creek in no time and Ralph wads in, sitting down and immediately starts scrubbing at his upper torso. I sit behind him, possibly a bit closer than needed, and begin to wipe my hands across his back. The blood comes off easily, and is gone in no time, but I continue to massage at his back. (A/N: Muahahahaha, I feel so evil right now) Ralph doesn't protest, but when my hands glide anywhere near his sides, he stiffens and a shiver ripples through his muscles. It seems I have found his sensitive area. Slowly I wrap my arms around his middle, resting my hands at his stomach. I place my head on his shoulder, and smile for yet again there is no protest. After a minute silence he even begins to lay back into my body. A few minutes later, I lean forward slightly so as to see his face, he seemed to have fallen into a doze. I nudge him slightly and see his grey eyes flicker open.

"Come on, buddy. The feast should be ready by now" I whisper and slowly rise, without letting go of him. We stand, still embraced for a couple of moments, before Ralph groans.

"Yeah, come one, once the feast is over I'll be able to sleep" he yawned and started to walk back to the platform.

The feast was as fun as ever with dancing, chanting and eating. It was over all too soon for me. But Ralph had been looking desperate for it to end. He ate little, and trudged to our shelter as though near death. The first thing he did when entering was pick up his pile of leaves and walk over to my makeshift bed. Piling up his bed next to mine and with a slight nod to Simon, a bed was set up on his other side of him. He was now protected and Piggy was isolated, the world was as it should be. So, with a grin I lay next to him. Simon falls into a steady, happy sleep instantly, while Ralph started very fitful and uncomfortable. His hand lay between us and I put mine over it and squeezed lightly, so he knew I was here. He griped my hand and then slept undisturbed. With a yawn I fall into a lovely and sinful dream, which involved a beach, a golden god by the name of Ralph and a very cheerful me.

A/N: there it is! The next chapter for a while, I didn't get around to making them kiss, but hell, I'm tired and the hypo affects of Easter eggs is wearing off rapidly. Also my music has changed from the Teen Titans theme song to 'behind blue eyes' so happiness is fast decaying. So I will try to write as soon as I can, but a lot of stuff is getting in the way. I know this chapter kinda sucked at the end, but I'm very tired, damn working on renovations all day! Well, now that, my cat has finally stopped trying to hug, kiss, rub and nudge my face, I think I should try to sleep…so nightie night! Oh and please review!