Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. (::wipes tears::) This chapter has a tidbit of Othello inspiration.. Maybe you can catch it, by the way?? DDD

And there's a bit of Australian slang intertwined in here as well.

Ex: Shiela woman; The rest you can figure out based on context J

Jack quickly hoisted up the victim right after Sun had tenderly wrapped a cloth around the wound. The wound was bright red against Sayid's dark skin, which had seen too many days in the sun. Apparently, Sun had somehow convinced Jack to let her stay.

"No, don't do that!" yelped Jack suddenly, as Hurley lifted Sayid over his back. Only time would be able to tell if Hurley's foolish and careless behavior could develop into something more mature. Jack shook his head, wondering if any more mishaps would take place.

Hurley placed the corpse down suddenly.

'Ooooh, dude! I have a piece of Sayid on me!" Hurley flecked the red specked skin into the ear, leaving a pinkish stain on his XXXXL shirt.

Jack looked over at Kate distrustingly. How could someone so beautiful be such a conniving little-- but oh, her wavy, brunette hair and her eyes that glistened playfully!

"The pity of it, oh, the pity of it!," moaned Jack, in a tone most certainly out of his character.

"Yeah, he was so young, so brave, and what a leader he was!"

"What? Oh, yeah, Kate." Evidently, she had no idea who he was really referring to.

Some sputtering then came out of Sayid's mouth. Apparently, Hurley lifting him had done him some good!

And the last words came out of Sayid's mouth as Hurley, Kate, and Jack strained to hear.

"Talk to him. Talk to H…Ha…"

His eyes closed. His arms dropped down to his sides. The life of the courageous ex-torturer from the Middle East had struggled to get out those abrupt words.

Buzzzzzzzzzz… the noise droned on and on while Charlie and Claire had managed to get halfway down this endless tunnel. What scared Charlie the most was that there was this eerie green light, way down at the end. And that drone; it just kept going and going.

"I'm so hungry, Charlie!"

Charlie turned and almost whacked Claire onto her back.

"Sorry, shiela. Yeh, about time we stop, isn't it?"

The pair had been crawling on their hands and knees for at least 20 minutes. Charlie's initial idea of sliding along on his stomach had been of no avail. (To give Charlie some credit, it only took him a second or two to realize it)

Charlie leaned against the metal. He had been in a trance this whole while- just being with Claire made him smile radiantly. He sighed.

Claire turned and caught Charlie's gaze. Shyly, she tucked one strand of hair behind her ear and looked away. Seconds later, she turned to see him gazing at her again!

"Charlie!"

"Huh? Who? What?!" exclaimed Charlie, shaking his head ferociously.

"Stop staring at me like that! It's rude!" Claire chuckled a bit.

Charlie smiled and leaned back more, resting his arms against the metal. Zap! The cold hard metal on his bare arms zoomed him back into reality. He was really in a dark tunnel on a metal floor, not in heaven on fluffy clouds.

"Oh, shoot! I almost forgot myself!"

"What on Earth are you talking about now Charlie?" said Claire, shaking her head, and laughing. She looked so tired, so down, but Charlie's antics kept her laughing every moment. His dirty blonde hair is so soft, she thought to herself. He's so funny. Oh, his nose is so cute. I love when he reassures me. The thoughts came randomly, scrolling through her head.

Suddenly, Charlie pulled out a jar of… peanut butter.

"Oh, Charlie!" Claire said softly, her dull eyes now shining with excitement.

She couldn't believe Charlie remembered how, on that one little trip to get water, Claire really loved peanut butter! Even when she was a child, she would run into her closet with a jar and just dive the spoon right into the brown mass.

"It's a bit bodgy but mind you, it'll taste alright."

Claire stared at the jar, the lid calling her name from somewhere, faintly.

"I was saving this for the top of the mountain on the east end of the island-- please stop talking, please-- yeh know,the one that looks over that lake yonder. And I had plans-- just shut up-- If it had been raining, I even planned for us to go into the cave, with the--"

"Charlie!" exclaimed Claire, rather exasperatingly. "It's perfect. Really, I promise. Thank you." Her eyes welled up with tears as she proceeded to grab the jar out of Charlie's hands and opened them. She looked much like a child does on Christmas, when they reach that prize, with a certain eagerness.

Dipping her fingers into the brown goodness, she ate the peanut butter slowly, savoring each bite. Claire was too absorbed in her peanut butter, to notice that Charlie had taken up staring again.

I've made her happy.. I've made her happy, at last, Charlie wondered at amazingly, with a grin. (Had Claire happened to see him, she would have laughed with her peanut butter filled mouth, for sure) Maybe she could be happy with me. Maybe I could be a provider.

And maybe, just maybe, Charlie thought he might just propose to her.

Jack placed Sayid in the tent, its entrance flapping wildly against the wind that was raging right outside. It was as if the weather echoed the mindsets of everyone right there in the tent.

Checking his nose, ears, and mouth, only one word flashed in and out, across his mind. "No! No!"

He must have checked Sayid's pulse at at least 20 different places.

Jack placed his hands on Sayid's chest and tried to thrust some life into him.

"Jack, stop, stop!," Kate pleaded, taking Jack's hands into her own.

"No, I won't be like my father! I won't!" Jack looked on at the lifelessness before him. It was of no use, he knew, but still, he could not accept the fact.

Yes, after 3 months, I have updated with Chapter 7 and this one. Hope you liked it, I wrote it all at once, but with many revisions later D If you're reading it, please review on the plot!