So sorry for the wait…extreme writer's block.
4. White, red, pink, and some maroon color. Charlie's face turned four colors when Miles told him about how protective Sawyer was over Claire.
"I don't believe it," Charlie muttered, arms folded. "I see how it is. He just pretended to like Kate, just until I was out of the picture, so he could take Claire for his own! I bet he and Desmond were working together on this. All that 'future' stuff was a lie. That was a well thought out murder scheme!"
"Yeah," Miles said carelessly, munching on a hot dog and not really having any idea about what Charlie was talking about. "That's probably exactly how it went."
Charlie glared at him. "You know, that would've been the perfect time to reassure me that she's still mourning my death and doesn't have time to think about Sawyer."
"Look on the bright side, Charlie," Nikki smiled at him. "Now Jack can have Kate!"
"No," Charlie shook his head. "Sawyer can have Kate and Jack can have Juliet or Jack can have Kate and Sawyer can have Juliet…I don't care! All I know is that Claire can miss me extremely, no matter what."
"So let me get this straight," Miles said slowly. "You'd rather have everyone except Claire happily paired up, then have Claire live a peaceful life with someone she loves?"
Everyone laughed while Charlie was at a loss for words. Paulo, however, took up the chance to make Charlie feel even worse. "No Miles, if Jack's with Juliet and Sawyer's with Kate, that leaves Claire to be happily paired up with Desmond!"
"Desmond loves Penny," Charlie moaned, holding his head. "And this is torture. Just kill me already."
"Charlie, I hate to be the one to disappoint you," Shannon began. "But you're already dead."
"And correct me if I'm wrong," Miles interjected loudly before Charlie could say anything. "But I remember a certain 2 people trying to convince me that you can't get hurt here, so how can it possibly be torture?"
"Emotional torture!" Charlie said.
"Who wants s'mores?" Boone asked, saving poor Charlie from any more 'emotional torture.' There was a burst of voices yelling 'me!' or 'I do!' "Alright, Shannon, go get some graham crackers."
"I don't have any," Shannon told him. "Get your own."
"Are you trying to convince me you didn't have two unopened boxes yesterday?" Boone asked. "Because I know you did. You, Shannon, would only eat that much to make yourself throw it all up again."
"You know, I think I have some graham crackers to spare," Libby said tentatively before any more fighting could occur. She hurried into a nearby house.
"You know what's sad?" Scott said suddenly. "We're dead, in some weird world where we basically have anything we want, and yet we still don't have rescue."
"You know, Steve, that's a good point," Boone said thoughtfully.
"It's also sad that no one can remember my name!" Scott exclaimed loudly.
"Oh, sorry Steve," Boone corrected. "But seriously, why can't we be dead back home?"
"This is your home now," Ethan told them. "Get used to it. It's a nice place."
"This place could never be home," Charlie said, glaring at Ethan, who glared back.
"Ha, I can leave whenever I want to!" Miles mocked. Several people hit him on the shoulder. "You seriously shouldn't be worrying about rescue. You have all the time in the world."
"Can't we just-?" Shannon began, but Miles held up a silencing hand.
"I'll be right back," Miles said slowly, then vanished.
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Sawyer was still fast asleep, and Claire didn't notice that Miles was awake. She was probably distracted by the guy who she had just called 'Dad.' He inconspicuously listened to their brief conversation.
"Dad," Claire said softly. "What are you-how did you get here?"
"Shh, Claire," her dad hushed. "No need to wake your friends."
"But how-?" Claire began.
"Claire, please, lower your voice," he interrupted. "I was on your plane and one of the residents of the island has kindly kept me safe this whole time."
"Why did you come here?" Claire yelled. "I told you I want nothing to do with you! Get your hands off of my son!"
"Honestly," her dad shook his head. "Kids don't know the meaning of be quiet." He wordlessly handed Aaron back to Claire. "I came to you, Claire, because I was concerned about you and my son wasn't ready. Jack," he added at Claire's confused expression. "Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'll be happy to answer them as best I can, but not here."
Claire glared at him angrily for a moment before asking, "Where?"
"I told you one of the islanders here kept me safe for a bit," he said. "I'd like you to come with me to his house."
"Why?" Claire asked.
"Because if we stayed here, your friend Miles would be very surprised to see me," he said.
"How do-?"
"Questions later," her dad interrupted. "Will you come?" He stood up and held out a hand to help her up. She pushed it aside and got up herself. "I think you misunderstood me, Claire, your son can't join us."
"Can't join us?" Claire questioned loudly. "He's my son, I can't just leave him!"
"Listen, I've got it all sorted out," her dad told her. "There's a crib, a few hundred feet from here."
"I am not leaving Aaron in the middle of the jungle, alone!" Claire shouted. Sawyer stirred a bit in his sleep but didn't wake up."
"I can arrange for them to find him," he said, nodding towards Sawyer and Miles. She looked like she was about to say something, but he interrupted. "Remember what I said about the questions, Claire. I promise, you two will be reunited someday."
Tearfully, Claire hugged Aaron and trekked into the jungle after her father. Miles watched the now empty spot for a minute before remembering that he told Shannon he'd be right back. He quickly returned to the other world-which was becoming much easier-and sprinted to the Barracks.
The group of people snacked off of a try of s'mores while they watched Ana and Shannon argue.
"Maybe you shouldn't be wandering into the jungle after your imaginary friends!" Ana yelled to Shannon.
"Maybe you shouldn't be shooting off your gun at any noise you hear!" Shannon shouted back.
"It's been, like, two months!" Ana yelled. "I think you have some grudge holding issues!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Shannon said sarcastically. "I thought it would be appropriate to not immediately forgive the person who shot me dead!"
"I killed Goodwin," Ana said. "And we're cool, right Goodwin?" She held out a hand for him to hi-five.
"Yeah!" he said, slapping her hand.
"Well, there's a difference," Shannon exclaimed. "You killed him on purpose and me by accident."
"And that should make me forgive him sooner?" Ana asked.
Miles decided to make his presence noted. "Hey Charlie, did you know Jack was Claire's brother?"
It immediately became quiet. "No kidding?" Charlie asked. "What went on back there?"
Miles told them the entire conversation.
"Why would you be surprised to see him?" Libby questioned.
"Because he wasn't supposed to be there," Miles told her.
I should seriously write a story about that. Claire going to Jacob's cabin and Christian answering her questions.