Sawyer woke up feeling good. He couldn't remember a time he had felt this rested. He whistled to himself as he got up. Today was going to be a good day. Sawyer grabbed the book he was reading and opened the enterance to his tent. He was stopped short when he came face to face with Jack.

"What's up Doc?" Sawyer said in a pretty decent mimic of Bugs Bunny.

"I was just coming by to check on how you were healing."

"Fan-frickin-tastic doc," said Sawyer before flashing Jack a grin.

"You seem like you're in a good mood today." Jack said raising one eyebrow.

"Yep, sure am." Sawyer said before starting to walk off then turned and started walking backwards. "It's a great day doc, don't spend it making house calls. Go take a vacation, maybe to some island somewhere and get yourself a little sun." Sawyer turned around again and whistled as he walked off, leaving a confused Jack behind him. Yep, today is gonna be a good day, he thought to himself.

*Sayid*

Sayid preteneded to be working on something as he watched Sawyer from the corner of his eye. Sawyer seemed to be doing well today. He was happy, cheerful, and not at all like his normal self. Sayid frowned. He wasn't sure what to make of the "new" Sawyer. Everyone else on the island seem to like it well enough.

"Something's up."

Sayid turned and saw Jack behind him. How long has he been standing there, Sayid wondered to himself.

"What do you mean by, 'something's up'?" he asked the doctor.

"It's not like Sawyer to be... well, cheerful."

"Perhaps he is having a good day." Sayid responded.

"You're kidding right? Sawyer?"

"Anyone can have a good day, Jack. Why not Sawyer?"

"Because he's Sawyer." replied Jack.

Sayid stared at him. Why wouldn't Jack just accept Sawyer having a good day and let it go?

"I'm just saying there's something going on, that's all."

"Perhaps," was all Sayid would say.

Jack shook his head and stared in the direction of Sawyer, and Sayid turned to look at Sawyer more directly. Sawyer was talking with Charlie. From Charlie's hand gestures towards Sawyers arm and head they seemed to be discussing Sawyer's injuries.

Sawyer waved one hand dismissively and then held both hands up to Charlie. Sayid watched Charlie inspect Sawyer's fingers. Sayid frowned thinking back at how he'd tortured Sawyer to find out where the medicine was. He watched as Sawyer waved his hand dismissively again.

"You know Sawyer as well as I do, Sayid. He's never in a good mood unless he's causing trouble."

Sayid turned to look at Jack. Jack was frowning, still watching Sawyer and Charlie talking.

"Perhaps," said Sayid as he went back to pretending to work on his project. He knew Jack was right but he really didn't want to discuss Sawyer with anyone, least of all Jack. In truth he too was worried about the "new" Sawyer. He wasn't sure he liked this turn of events. He found he almost prefered Sawyer when he was being an ass.

*Sawyer*

"Sure just let me go get 'em. Meet you back at your tent later?"

"Sure, man. Thanks for doing this."

"No worries."

Sawyer smiled at Charlie and turned to walk back to his tent. He'd been reading when Charlie had approached. Apparently Charlie wanted to do something nice for Claire. Charlie had come to him for the last few things he needed to help with the surprise for Claire. Normally helping others for no reason wasn't high on his 'to-do' list, but he was having a good day. Why not spread the cheer a little.

Sawyer caught a glimpse of Sayid and stopped walking to see what the man was doing. Sayid appeared to be working on yet another gizmo. Sawyer reallized he was drawn to Sayid because there was some part of himself that felt he needed to be hurt. He knew Sayid could cause him intense pain. Part of him wanted to grab Sayid, pull him back to the tent and fuck him. Another part wanted to run.

Sawyer couldn't surpress a small shiver at his thoughts. Not now, he said to himself. I won't think about that now. Right now I've got other things to think about. He walked back to his tent to get the things Charlie needed for his surprise for Claire.

*Sayid*

Out of the corners of his eyes Sayid watched Sawyer watching him. Sawyer turned and walked towards his tent after a few seconds. Sayid breifly entertained the notion of something going on between Charlie and Sawyer, but he put it aside quickly. There was no way. Or was there? Sayid wondered what was going on but did his best to keep his attention elsewhere. After a few minutes he was forced to admit it wasn't working. Sayid left the pretend project and went to find Charlie.

*Sayid / Charlie*

"Where are you, where are you?"

Charlie was digging through a suitcase looking for something and didn't notice when Sayid approached.

"Aw bloody hell, c'mon. I know I put it in here."

Sayid cleared his thoat.

"May I be of assistance?"

Charlie jumped in surprise. "Bloody hell man, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"I appologize. As I said, may I be of assistance?"

"Naw man." Charlie paused. "Wait," Charlie moved past Sayid and inspected the beach before turning back around. "Well, if you're not busy could you let me
know if you see Claire coming?"

"Claire," Sayid said flatly.

"Yea, man. I'm trying to do something nice for her, you know? So she doesn't feel so bad."

"Claire?" Sayid said again in disbelief.

Charlie stared at him.

"Um, yea. You know, Claire. About so tall, blonde, pregant? You do remember Claire don't you?"

"Yes, Charlie, I know Claire."

"Yea, well, I want to do something nice for her. You know? She doesn't think anyone wants anything to do with her. I want to make her feel better. Just watch
and let me know if you see her coming."

"And what are you doing for Claire that requires Sawyer's assistance?"

"Just needed a few things. That's all. Why do you ask mate?"

Charlie stared at him. Sayid turned and looked down the beach. Of all the things he could be feeling, jealousy should have been the least of them. Jealous? Of
Charlie? What's happening to me? When was he ever jealous? Sayid had been with many people and had never been jealous before. Who cared who slept with who? Besides, why would Charlie ever want to be with Sawyer? Idiot, he thought to himself.

"Something wrong mate?" Charlie was still staring at him.

"No. It's nothing."

Sayid walked off towards the jungle to clear his head. There was a lot to sort through.

*Charlie / Sayid*

Charlie watched Sayid for a moment before running to catch up to him. He managed to reach Sayid at the edge of the forest line. There was something going on here and Charlie was worried about Sayid. If he didn't know better he'd have said Sayid was upset about him talking Saywer earlier. But that was stupid wasn't it? Wasn't it? Charlie wasn't so sure.

"Hey listen mate, I... I don't know how to say this. It's just, you seem, you know a little..."

"A little what Charlie?"

"Umm. Well you know? You seem a little too concerned about Sawyer lately."

Charlie shifted uncomfortably while Sayid stared at him. If there was a list of people not to piss off on this island, Charlie would have put Sayid near the top of it. He didn't want to make Sayid mad but he couldn't believe Sayid was the type to like another man. Especially not some one like Sawyer.

"Jack is concerned about Sawyer's recent shift in attitude as well."

"Uh, yea, of course. It's just, you know?"

"No, Charlie. I do not know." Sayid stared at him.

"Nothing man. I dunno what I was thinking. See you later." Charlie turned to leave.

*Sayid / Charlie*

Sayid watched Charlie go. He wondered if Charlie had caught anything that was going on in his mind. Sayid thought for a minute, then sighed.

"Charlie." Sayid called.

"Yea mate?" Charlie stopped walking and looked over his shoulder.

"May I talk with you for a minute?"

"Uh, yea. If you don't mind can we talk in the tent? I've a few things I need to get done before Claire gets back, you know?" Charlie shifted his gaze between Sayid and the tent. Sayid watched Charlie before nodding his assent. They both walked back to the tent and Sayid watched Charlie shift his attention back to the suitcase he was previously looking in.