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Something Only We Know About
However, at some point in time I wouldn’t mind doing a chapter story on this once I get a little more material and I have time to sit and think about how it could be done, such as…who would be killed off to make it work out? Who would you leave in? You know, stuff like that. And it’s never fun to mess with ships, especially ships like Charlie/Claire.
So, this story is just going to be a little one-shot that doesn’t really get resolved. It’s just a little incident between Charlie and Kate that doesn’t have a whole affect on other people like it would in a chapter story. So, enough talking. Enjoy!
He had lain there for a moment, letting the rough surf pound over his body and push him towards the beach. He watched Claire leave with Aaron and Locke…he had been too dizzy to really be angry about it. It took him a while to start thinking straight again, and when he did, everything was so clear.
Still out of it, he had sat up slowly. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too wobbly and he was getting a headache. He simply collapsed back in the sand. He didn’t care anymore. The ocean could just wash him away now and he simply wouldn’t care. Hell, no one would care.
But Jack felt sorry for him. He had known Charlie from day one. They weren’t best friends or anything, not even close to it. But he definitely was one of the few people Jack actually liked on the island.
Kate saw that Jack hadn’t walked away like everyone else. She turned back around and stopped him before he reached Charlie.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” she asked.
“I’m helping him,” Jack answered. He wasn’t even looking at her.
“Did you see what he just did?” Kate demanded, grabbing Jack’s arm. “He doesn’t deserve anyone’s help.”
Jack jerked away from her. “I’m a doctor, Kate. I help people. And right now, he could drown if everyone just left him here like this. Help me move him.”
“Ja-“
“Kate,” Jack stopped and looked at her pointedly. “Please?”
Kate fell silent and helped Jack move Charlie away from the water and on his back. Jack listened to his breathing.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” he said. “He’ll probably be up next morning and I’ll take care of the cut on his face.”
A little raised bump on Charlie’s cheek was gushing out blood. It was most likely a combination of Locke’s fist and the rocks and shells on the beach.
“Tell me something, Jack,” Kate said, sitting down in the sand. “If someone had done this to Locke, why wouldn’t you help him?”
“Where’d you get that idea? I never said-“
“But you wouldn’t,” Kate said knowingly.
“That’s because, first of all, Locke could handle this himself. Second, he isn’t exactly my favorite person in the world, Kate. But if he really needed help, I’d help him.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kate said. She yawned. “Where’s Charlie’s tent? I guess we should take him there.”
“Well, Claire kicked him out a few days ago. I don’t know if he’s put up a new tent yet. I don’t think anyone’s going to want to room with him,” Jack answered with a slight laugh. Kate glanced up at him with raised eyebrows.
“My tent’s big enough. He can just sleep there for the night.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to give her a ‘look.’ “You serious?”
He could get so touchy sometimes…“Why wouldn’t I be?” Kate replied easily. “Help me get him inside.”
“There we go,” she said contently, sitting back down on her blankets with a sigh. Charlie stirred slightly and winced in his sleep.
“Hey, Jack,” Kate said, looking over her shoulder at Jack who was starting to leave. “I think he’s waking up.”
Jack nodded. “Good. I’ll get my antiseptic and needle and I’ll take care of his cut tonight.” He left her tent.
Kate turned back around to see Charlie fully awake, but probably not fully aware of his surroundings. Kate had been mad at him – and obviously a lot of other people had, too. But when she saw him she had a change of heart. After all, the whole incident that night did seem to be a misunderstanding.
“John got you pretty bad, didn’t he?” Kate said softly, smoothing back Charlie’s hair from his eyes. “You gonna be ok?”
Charlie nodded slightly. “Is Claire…is she ok?”
“Yeah, Charlie. She’s fine,” Kate answered.
“Is she with him?”
Kate bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah. She’s with John.”
Charlie groaned slightly. ‘What…what’s his problem, anyway?”
Kate shook her head. “Don’t worry about him or Claire right now, ok? You just need to rest until Jack comes back.”
“Why are we waiting on Jack?”
“Because he’s going to clean and stitch your cut.”
“Oh, grand,” Charlie muttered. “Can’t that wait?”
“It could get infected.”
Charlie nodded slightly. Jack walked back in and kneeled down by Charlie. “This is going to sting a little.” He poured the antiseptic onto a cotton ball and then cleaned it. Charlie cringed.
“Let me guess…the needle’s going to hurt?”
Jack laughed slightly. “Yeah, the needle’s going to hurt.” He dug the needle under Charlie’s skin and sewed up the small cut. Charlie winced every time it entered the swollen wound. He let out a sigh of relief once Jack put his materials away.
“Where’d you put up your new tent?” Jack asked him.
“New tent? I don’t have one up yet…tomorrow, though…” Charlie answered tiredly, his eyelids fluttering shut.
Kate looked over at Jack, amused. “He can stay here for the night, Jack. It’s ok.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” Jack said defensively. “Good night, Kate.” He stood up and left.
Kate smiled and rolled her eyes. She laid down on the opposite side of her tent, buried her face in her pillow, and fell asleep.
She had expected him to sleep in after what had happened last night. He didn’t seem like the early-riser type, and she definitely was.
She pulled her hair out of her messy bun and let it fall down on her shoulders. The morning and night was usually the only time she felt like wearing it down because it was cool weather. She pulled off her nightshirt and put on a tank top and cargo pants. It was just another morning on the island, and she was getting more and more used to it everyday.
She went outside and smiled when the sun hit her face. She squinted and looked around the beach – no one was up yet, but she could see Charlie not too far away, sitting by the shore.
Her smile turned into a frown and she walked across the beach to where he was sitting, staring out into the ocean.
“Hey Charlie,” she said softly.
“Look, Kate, I don’t need your pity.”
Kate was taken aback. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, sounding slightly nervous. She didn’t get nervous often.
“It means I don’t need you taking me in for the night just because you feel sorry for me. It means you and Jack didn’t have to be bloody heroes and help me out. I know when people don’t like me, Kate. So no one here, especially you, should pretend to.”
“You seemed fine with it last night!”
“Last night I couldn’t even see straight!” Charlie shouted, standing up and glaring at her.
“You know what?” Kate said angrily, taking a step toward him. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You don’t give a damn about-“
“And what about you, Kate?” he snapped back. “You run, don’t you? You murdered someone. You don’t care what happens to other people as long as you stay safe. And you’re telling me I don’t care about anyone but myself? Yeah, Kate, that’s right. I don’t give a damn about anyone else here. That’s why I killed Ethan to protect Claire. That’s why I’ve risked my life for her, because I don’t care.”
Kate was still caught up on what he had said about her running. She took another step forward, shoving him and making him stumble. Hot tears were rolling down her face. You don’t care what happens to other people as long as you stay safe. “That’s not true,” she sobbed. “I cared about him…I cared about Tom…I didn’t want him to die.”
Charlie stepped away from her, confused. She pushed him again. “And what do you know about pretending? I don’t pretend to like you! You don’t know anything about me! I’ve done enough pretending in my life, and I’m not going to do it again for someone like you! For someone that I don’t need to be someone else around!”
With that, she pressed her lips against his, almost violently. Charlie took a step back, surprised. But he relaxed slightly and deepened the kiss. He felt her tears against his cheek as she kissed him harder. He touched her tangled brown mess of hair and felt it between his fingers. His hands then ventured down to the small of her back and he pressed her against him roughly.
They kissed for a while longer. It was a brutal and aggressive kiss, but neither of them seemed to really care.
Eventually Kate pulled away from him, trembling.
“Charlie,” she whispered. “No one can know about this…it has to be something only we know.”
Charlie was trembling equally. “Something only we know about. Right.”
Kate looked up at him, at a loss of words. She brushed her hand against his slightly before heading back down the beach where everyone else was beginning to wake up.
-LOST-
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