A/N: Short stories are getting the best of me. This is the second one today; cause just this morning I wrote ‘The Luckiest Man Alive.’ I recommend it, just for an over view its about a conversation Walt and Charlie have the night Charlie is brought back from the jungle after his hanging.

Gah, ok, I’m supposed to be talking about this story. This story takes place two days after Charlie is brought back. Jack is trying to get Sayid to talk to Charlie, Sayid isn’t so sure after what he did to Sawyer, and Kate is just down right ready to kill Jack if he lets Sayid do this. No torture, I promise, cause that’d be…just…unnecessary. So, enjoy!!!

I Would Never Ask You to Hurt Him

“I tried it with Sawyer. You know it didn’t work. You were there…”

“I’m not asking you to hurt him, Sayid, I am asking you to talk to him.” Jack looked over at Charlie’s limp form covered in blankets. Kate was sitting next to him, holding his hand as she had done two days ago.

“I would never ask you to hurt him,” the doctor said, turning back to Sayid.

Sayid’s head fell in his hands and he sighed in distress. “I could never just ‘talk’ to him without someone accusing me of doing something or other. I can’t do it.”

Jack sat next to Sayid and touched the man’s shoulder. “This is a life and death situation. Sun can’t go make some medicine to bring Claire back like she did with Shannon.”

“So your saying that doing what I did to Sawyer was a waste of time?” Sayid shot back.

“What I’m saying…” Jack said with a sigh. “Is that this can’t be put off. We have to get what we know from Charlie.”

“And he hasn’t spoken…at all?” Sayid asked, raising his head.

“He did say one thing,” Jack admitted.

“What?” Sayid asked, alert now.

“He said ‘I didn’t hear anything. See anything. I don’t remember anything. Claire. That’s all they wanted. All they wanted was Claire.’” But this was not Jack saying this, it was Kate. She had left her position by Charlie and was approaching them, face red with anger.

Jack grinned. “I see you’ve been taking notes?”

Kate frowned. “It doesn’t take a genius to remember the one freakin’ sentence he’s said since he got here…”

Jack’s smile turned into a frown and he shook his head. “Sorry, Kate.”

She continued to glare at him before turning her gaze to Sayid.

“You feeling better?” She asked him, sitting down.

Sayid nodded. “I’m able to walk on my leg now,” he answered.

Jack looked over at Kate. “I was just talking to him. I’m seeing if he’s up to getting Charlie to talk about what happe-“

Kate’s face that had slowly been turning to its normal color flared back up again. She remembered. She remembered what Sayid had done. And now the words were coming back to her again…Jack, if you do this…

“Of course…” Jack began quickly. “He won’t be harmed. Nothing will happen to him…nothing like…”

“What happened to Sawyer,” Sayid finished, standing up.

If Kate didn’t have that same queasy feeling in her stomach, she would have jumped up to help Sayid up. But now…why should she help him?

“Jack, you can’t do this. Not again.”

“Do what, Kate?” Jack demanded. “Why would I hurt Charlie after all this? Why would I do it, Kate?”

She looked down.

Jack put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. “You can stand right there the whole time. We’re questioning him right here in the middle of the camp where everyone is watching. Nothing is going to happen.”

-LOST-

“Who am I?”

Charlie looked up, startled. He blinked against the sudden outburst of sunlight. “Sayid, you’re Sayid,” he answered wearily.

Sayid sunk to his knees. “So. You’re talking now.”

“I guess,” Charlie answered hoarsely. He moved to roll over and turn his back to Sayid.

Kate and Jack stood behind Sayid, watching him closely. Kate inhaled sharply as Sayid took Charlie’s arm gently and turned him back around. Jack squeezed her shoulder.

“Charlie,” Sayid began uneasily. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but it’s something that must be done. You know that.”

Yes, he knew he had to talk about it. He knew it with every bone in his body. With every cell in his blood stream. He was going to have to talk about it, and he wasn’t going to be afraid.

“I know,” he answered blankly. He wasn’t going to give Sayid a struggle. He was going to say everything out right.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Sayid questioned.

“Him. Dragging us, Claire and I. She was screaming, and I was leaving a trail.”

Jack stepped forward; he had something clutched in his hand. He bent down in front of Charlie and outstretched his fingers to reveal the letter ‘L’ written on a piece of masking tape.

“You were leaving a trail with this, weren’t you?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” Charlie answered, staring at the L.

Kate stepped forward as well and took Charlie’s hand. “’E’ is all that is left.”

Charlie nodded.

“So,” Sayid began again. “You left a trail, but what was the very last thing that you remember.”

“I can’t remember…” Charlie whispered.

“Yes you can, Charlie, its there. It may be buried deep, but it’s there. You have to search,” Sayid said soothingly.

Charlie closed his eyes. What was the last thing he remembered? He opened his eyes. “My throat.”

“Your throat?” Sayid said in a state of confusion.

“Him blindfolding me, forcing me up on something high, her screaming, and then my throat. It felt like it was ripping out.”

Kate’s face pulled itself into a throw-up look and she glanced away, still clinging to Charlie’s hand.

“That’s what we want to hear, Charlie,” Jack said with a smile. “Just answer his questions.”

Sayid frowned. That was not what he wanted to hear. He needed something he didn’t know.

“Charlie? What’s the first thing that came to your mind when you opened your eyes and started breathing?”

“What’s happening…where am I…who are these people…” he swallowed. “Where is Claire…”

Sayid nodded. “The first thing you felt?”

“Kate and Jack, both of them.”

Sayid frowned. “You didn’t feel anything before that?”

“Nothing.”

“What’s the point in all these questions?” Someone yelled. Jack shushed him.

“Charlie is right,” Kate agreed. “He wasn’t breathing, the first thing he had to feel was Jack holding him and my hand in his, and maybe his wound.”

Sayid nodded. “It just surprises me…in a way, I suppose.”

“Anything else?” Charlie asked wearily.

“One more thing. Where was he taking you?”

Charlie frowned. Jack had asked him the same question. Could be dig deep for this answer, too? It didn’t seem like it.

“Sayid…” Kate began softly. “If he doesn’t know, don’t pressure him. If he doesn’t know…then…he doesn’t know.”

“I don’t know,” Charlie said quietly.

Sayid sighed and nodded. He stood, placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder, and said. “Use what information you got from this, if any of it is useful. We already know most of these things, if not all of them.”

Jack frowned and looked down at Charlie. He was already asleep. If they couldn’t find Claire, at least they found him. It was better than nothing, but tomorrow they would continue the search.

A/N: Yeah, up –cough- kinda lame, but I thought it’d be fun to write. Hope you enjoyed, and please leave your reviews!

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All by me except for the second one…which is really good and by my dear friend, Mimi. .