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Category:
G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,136
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hitting The Enemy (3/6)
Title: Hitting the Enemy 3
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer, with appearances of other members from LOST
Rating: R (mainly)
Summary: Charlie opens the box to his past
Disclaimer: Of course they are mine! They are living both happily in my cellar, waiting for me every night… ah dammit, just a dream…
Feedback: is like THE CORRS! YAY!
Author's Notes: Long chapter, with lots of revelations on both sides…
~***~
Charlie was back at the caves. After Sawyer collapsed over him, he pushed him aside leaving him alone crying at the clearing. He was really confused. Why was a box that Liam gave to him before Charlie went off to catch his plane so important for Sawyer?
“Charlie! I think we’ve found something that belongs to you.”, Jack said to him the moment he saw Charlie return. “I’ve put it to your stuff.” He smiled at Charlie and went with Locke and Sajid to the beach, bringing the rest of the survivors water and food.
Charlie went over to his things; there was his guitar case, some clothes – and a little blue notice book. Claire’s diary! He quickly sat down beside the case, grabbed the diary and looked at it. Should he read it? He started reading at the back, sentences like “I like Charlie.” And “Charlie’s a good friend” caught his eye and he smiled at the thought of it. He was somehow important to Claire and that made him feel happy. Someone needed him again.
He put the diary aside and noticed that his guitar case was half open. Surely Jack had put the box inside the case. Charlie grabbed inside and pulled out the little box. It was undamaged. Or it seemed so. He took a look at the pictures which were pasted around box. He ran one finger over the black big L that pierced out of the colorful magazine articles and headlines. Charlie looked around; no, no one was in view, he was completely alone at the caves. He took a deep breath and opened the box.
Flashback
“You never looked out for me!”
Liam’s eyes became blank.
“I gotta plane to catch.”
Charlie stormed out of the garden, turning his back on Liam. That was the end of their brotherhood, he didn’t want to have anything to do with Liam anymore. He had trusted Liam his whole life. And now he had betrayed and deceived Charlie. He asked for help and was rejected. And that made him furious.
He was near the house door, ready to step out of Liam’s life, when a hand grabbed him harshly by his arm.
“Wait! I want you to take this with you.”
Liam held a little box in his other hand and passed it quickly to Charlie. But he didn’t take it yet but stared at it suspiciously.
“What the bloody hell is that?”
“Take it, and promise me that you won’t open it until you’re save in L.A., ok?”
Charlie had looked at him through his sunglasses with big tired eyes. He hated Liam in that moment. For everything.
“Please, Charlie. That will be the only good thing that I’ve ever done to you.”
Charlie snatched the box roughly.
“I hope for you that’s the truth.”
Flashback End
Photos. Letters. Articles. That was all he could find. What was so important in there that Liam by all means wanted Charlie to have? He took out the pictures and looked through them. On all the photos only two guys could be seen. One was Liam, clearly recognizable by his dark hair and his fresh grin. Always next to him was standing a taller guy, he had blonde hair and was surely older than Liam, maybe three to four years. He was smiling in every picture, both guys laying each an arm on the other one’s shoulder. They must have been quite good friends.
The photos were ordered chronologically, so you could see both boys grow up. And then Charlie could recognize the other man. Sawyer. Sawyer and Liam had been best buddies. Every picture was marked by Sawyer’s presence, though the last one showed only Charlie and Liam. Charlie was 6 years in that photograph and was crying while Liam who was 10 at that time held him tightly. Charlie could guess who had taken this picture. It wasn’t his dad neither was it his mum. It was Sawyer. He was the only one who had been able to take that photo. For it was shortly taken after the great fire.
Flashback
Charlie was sleeping. His blonde thick hair was covering his face. He was cuddled up in his blanket, which showed motives of guitars and drums and teddy bear singers. Charlie loved that blanket.
It was shortly past midnight when Charlie was woken up by a strange smell that filled the whole air. As he slightly opened his eyes, he couldn’t see nothing at all. That was too odd for outside Charlie’s room a street lamp had been always giving light until one o’clock before going out.
His eyes were suddenly filled with tears. He wasn’t crying, but the smoke, which he now recognized, was entering his eyes. He blinked several times before grabbing his brown teddy bear and stepping out of his bed. Something was going dramatically wrong.
“Mum? Dad? Liam?”, he cried out softly.
He opened the door of his room and looked into the red flames that flooded the corridor. He looked to the right where his parents’ sleeping room was. The door was open but no one came out.
“Mum! Dad!”, Charlie shouted, louder this time, panic in his voice.
No answer. He was alone. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where to go. The fire was everywhere. It was blocking his way. Smoke entered slowly Charlie’s lungs now and he started coughing. He pressed his teddy to his little body, turned left and began to run down the corridor bare feet. He came only to the living room; dead end. A wall of flames rose upon Charlie and he couldn’t go on.
He crouched on the floor, wept, cried and screamed for help. Someone had to hear him. Anyone.
Suddenly a door could be heard breaking open, a figure entered the room.
“Charlie! Charlie!!!”, the person cried.
“Liam!”, Charlie answered under sobs and stood up.
Right through the flames a boy jumped out, covered in a wet blanket. It wasn’t Liam. He lifted Charlie up, held him tightly in one arm while with the other one he covered them both with the blanket.
“Hold on tight, Charlie! I’ll get you out of here! Everything’s gonna be alright. Don’t cry. I promise we’ll get out of here.”
He said words that Charlie would remember his whole life. He was calming him down, encouraging him, making him promises. Charlie believed him.
The boy ran out of the burning flat, out of the danger zone, rushed down the stairs, still holding on to Charlie, and finally reached the front door, kicking it open and nearly collapsing on the outside.
“Alright there, kid?”, Sawyer had asked Charlie before passing out.
Flashback End
Charlie put the photos aside, back into the box, and took out the articles. They were mostly about Driveshaft’s ending.
“Driveshaft driving too fast? The end of the band”
“Lead singer of Driveshaft caught buying drugs”
“Quarrel and Fights in Driveshaft!”
The last headline caught Charlie’s interest.
“Driveshaft’s Base Player drug-addict! Is his brother to blame?”
Good question. Was Liam to blame? After all Charlie started taking drugs on his own free will. He wanted to make Liam happy. He didn’t want to feel that anger and disappointment and fear again whenever Liam was around. He had become a different person. He had beaten him and treated him unkindly. But when they both were on drugs and were high they handled every situation, they were brothers again. The didn’t care for anything. Not for their fans, not for their band, not for their career. It became too big for both of them. Charlie was shocked when Liam told him he would become a father. He had made mistakes. He wanted to be normal again. Charlie had helped him, tried to get rid of the drugs himself, but failed. When Liam was clean again he put Charlie aside and dedicated his life to his family. He wanted to be a good father of whom his daughter could be proud of. He may have even succeeded in that, but he failed when it comes to being a brother.
The articles reminded him of bad times and he was about to throw them away into the fire, but he remembered Sawyer at that moment. He could understand now why Sawyer was so eager to get that box back. He felt sorry for Sawyer.
He went over to read through he letters. It was roughly a writing and writing back between Sawyer and Liam. Sawyer seemed to have moved to Sydney, and both men were keeping contact. Liam told him about the band, their record contract, their tours. He never mentioned Charlie, though Sawyer had asked about him.
How’s Charlie? Is he happy about the contract? I bet he is, I only once heard him play his guitar but it sounded awesome. I hope really that you guys will make it. And, Liam, don’t keep your head too much in the clouds. Stay cool, so you can control your actions.
Charlie was astonished at Sawyer style of writing. He never imagined Sawyer using words like ‘happy’ and ‘awesome’. They must have been really close friends, Liam and him. They wrote in such a lose way, a way that Charlie never experienced himself. Liam was only nice to him when he wanted something. And Charlie foolishly always had believed in Liam’s words.
I’ll look out for ya, baby brother, that’s what brothers do, right?
An often used phrase of Liam.
He nearly read through all the letters now and he came to the last one. It was written shortly after the first articles about Liam being a drug-addict were released.
Dear Liam,
I wonder what you’re doing right now. You haven’t been writing lately. I know the reason. I’ve heard about it from the newspaper and television.
I know that you have a gig in Sydney right now. But I won’t come to see you. I have my reasons, you have to understand. I have problems but I’m about to solve them.
In the package that I’m sending with this letter you will find a box. I’ve made it to remind you of something very important you have to seem forgotten. Responsibility.
It was only now that Charlie realized that there was something written on the inside of the box lid. One word. Responsibility. To what?
Life sucks sometimes and it’s everyone’s right to be pissed off or furious or sad. But the things that you’re doing are no solution to your problems. I don’t know how you got them, and pray that I won’t find out. Otherwise I will kill the man who has done this to you. And I don’t mean kill like I won’t do it. I will stop this person’s heart beat, you understand?
But that’s not the point right now, I can’t change what has happened, I can only stop you from going on. Both our families were taken from us too soon, I’ve often read in your letters that Charlie has nightmares and is screaming while he is asleep. The burning house keeps following you.
You must know that until I met you both I had no family as such. I was an outsider, I had no real friends. It was you two who gave me my life back. You became my family, you were like a brother to me. I so wanted to know Charlie better but after the fire you kept him away from me, I never really understood why. Maybe it was the thought of protection that made you always kind of cold when I was around Charlie. But that’s the point. Charlie! You have to think about him now. For he is all you have left now. I won’t be always around to rescue you as it has been proofed now. You have to find a solution that gets you out of that shit your in right now.
I can almost hear you cursing at me now for writing such a shit. But it is true. I’m sorry to say it that clear. Think of Charlie! He is your responsibility. If you’re not doing it for yourself or for me then do it at least for Charlie. I don’t want him to end up like you did.
Sawyer
Charlie gazed at the letter for a long time. He couldn’t believe it. That was the reason Liam had ended his drug sessions so abruptly.
Flashback
“Why this sudden change of mind? You said you never wanted Driveshaft to end!”
Charlie was high and angry. A dangerous combination.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a personal thing you have to respect.” Liam looked away. “I don’t want you to become me.”, he whispered.
“Now that’s fucking early said, Liam! I’ve already become you! Don’t you see it?! You did this to me! I can never…”, he broke off, fell back on the couch and began to cry. His sobs echoed in the empty backstage room.
“Charlie, I am sorry. You’re right. It is my fuckin’ fault. But I get us out. You’ll see. I will take care of you like…”
“…like brother’s do?”, ended Charlie without looking up. “You’re doing it again.”
“But I mean it this time. Please, trust me just this once. Only this one more time.”
And he did.
Next day Liam and Charlie together announced the ending of Driveshaft and were now looking for help. The withdrawal was hard but with the help of Charlie, Liam managed to get clean. Charlie was a different case, however. He packed all his strength into Liam encouraging only him. He told himself that if Liam was healthy again he would help Charlie, that he would concentrate on him and so both would be able to live again. A new beginning for both of them.
But then Liam became father. And that was all that counted. Everything changed. Or not. Charlie was again put aside. He was used and thrown away.
“I need help, Liam…”, he one day cried into the phone of a telephone box. “Please…”
“Meagan, Daddy is talking now. Go play with Mummy, ok? … Sorry, Charlie, what did you say?”
Charlie hung up.
Flashback End
Charlie closed the box. He had to talk to Sawyer. As soon as possible. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know about the fire. What happened afterwards. Why Liam had changed and in what way. He wanted Sawyer to tell him what kind of person Liam was. The person Charlie never had the chance to know.
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Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer, with appearances of other members from LOST
Rating: R (mainly)
Summary: Charlie opens the box to his past
Disclaimer: Of course they are mine! They are living both happily in my cellar, waiting for me every night… ah dammit, just a dream…
Feedback: is like THE CORRS! YAY!
Author's Notes: Long chapter, with lots of revelations on both sides…
~***~
Charlie was back at the caves. After Sawyer collapsed over him, he pushed him aside leaving him alone crying at the clearing. He was really confused. Why was a box that Liam gave to him before Charlie went off to catch his plane so important for Sawyer?
“Charlie! I think we’ve found something that belongs to you.”, Jack said to him the moment he saw Charlie return. “I’ve put it to your stuff.” He smiled at Charlie and went with Locke and Sajid to the beach, bringing the rest of the survivors water and food.
Charlie went over to his things; there was his guitar case, some clothes – and a little blue notice book. Claire’s diary! He quickly sat down beside the case, grabbed the diary and looked at it. Should he read it? He started reading at the back, sentences like “I like Charlie.” And “Charlie’s a good friend” caught his eye and he smiled at the thought of it. He was somehow important to Claire and that made him feel happy. Someone needed him again.
He put the diary aside and noticed that his guitar case was half open. Surely Jack had put the box inside the case. Charlie grabbed inside and pulled out the little box. It was undamaged. Or it seemed so. He took a look at the pictures which were pasted around box. He ran one finger over the black big L that pierced out of the colorful magazine articles and headlines. Charlie looked around; no, no one was in view, he was completely alone at the caves. He took a deep breath and opened the box.
Flashback
“You never looked out for me!”
Liam’s eyes became blank.
“I gotta plane to catch.”
Charlie stormed out of the garden, turning his back on Liam. That was the end of their brotherhood, he didn’t want to have anything to do with Liam anymore. He had trusted Liam his whole life. And now he had betrayed and deceived Charlie. He asked for help and was rejected. And that made him furious.
He was near the house door, ready to step out of Liam’s life, when a hand grabbed him harshly by his arm.
“Wait! I want you to take this with you.”
Liam held a little box in his other hand and passed it quickly to Charlie. But he didn’t take it yet but stared at it suspiciously.
“What the bloody hell is that?”
“Take it, and promise me that you won’t open it until you’re save in L.A., ok?”
Charlie had looked at him through his sunglasses with big tired eyes. He hated Liam in that moment. For everything.
“Please, Charlie. That will be the only good thing that I’ve ever done to you.”
Charlie snatched the box roughly.
“I hope for you that’s the truth.”
Flashback End
Photos. Letters. Articles. That was all he could find. What was so important in there that Liam by all means wanted Charlie to have? He took out the pictures and looked through them. On all the photos only two guys could be seen. One was Liam, clearly recognizable by his dark hair and his fresh grin. Always next to him was standing a taller guy, he had blonde hair and was surely older than Liam, maybe three to four years. He was smiling in every picture, both guys laying each an arm on the other one’s shoulder. They must have been quite good friends.
The photos were ordered chronologically, so you could see both boys grow up. And then Charlie could recognize the other man. Sawyer. Sawyer and Liam had been best buddies. Every picture was marked by Sawyer’s presence, though the last one showed only Charlie and Liam. Charlie was 6 years in that photograph and was crying while Liam who was 10 at that time held him tightly. Charlie could guess who had taken this picture. It wasn’t his dad neither was it his mum. It was Sawyer. He was the only one who had been able to take that photo. For it was shortly taken after the great fire.
Flashback
Charlie was sleeping. His blonde thick hair was covering his face. He was cuddled up in his blanket, which showed motives of guitars and drums and teddy bear singers. Charlie loved that blanket.
It was shortly past midnight when Charlie was woken up by a strange smell that filled the whole air. As he slightly opened his eyes, he couldn’t see nothing at all. That was too odd for outside Charlie’s room a street lamp had been always giving light until one o’clock before going out.
His eyes were suddenly filled with tears. He wasn’t crying, but the smoke, which he now recognized, was entering his eyes. He blinked several times before grabbing his brown teddy bear and stepping out of his bed. Something was going dramatically wrong.
“Mum? Dad? Liam?”, he cried out softly.
He opened the door of his room and looked into the red flames that flooded the corridor. He looked to the right where his parents’ sleeping room was. The door was open but no one came out.
“Mum! Dad!”, Charlie shouted, louder this time, panic in his voice.
No answer. He was alone. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where to go. The fire was everywhere. It was blocking his way. Smoke entered slowly Charlie’s lungs now and he started coughing. He pressed his teddy to his little body, turned left and began to run down the corridor bare feet. He came only to the living room; dead end. A wall of flames rose upon Charlie and he couldn’t go on.
He crouched on the floor, wept, cried and screamed for help. Someone had to hear him. Anyone.
Suddenly a door could be heard breaking open, a figure entered the room.
“Charlie! Charlie!!!”, the person cried.
“Liam!”, Charlie answered under sobs and stood up.
Right through the flames a boy jumped out, covered in a wet blanket. It wasn’t Liam. He lifted Charlie up, held him tightly in one arm while with the other one he covered them both with the blanket.
“Hold on tight, Charlie! I’ll get you out of here! Everything’s gonna be alright. Don’t cry. I promise we’ll get out of here.”
He said words that Charlie would remember his whole life. He was calming him down, encouraging him, making him promises. Charlie believed him.
The boy ran out of the burning flat, out of the danger zone, rushed down the stairs, still holding on to Charlie, and finally reached the front door, kicking it open and nearly collapsing on the outside.
“Alright there, kid?”, Sawyer had asked Charlie before passing out.
Flashback End
Charlie put the photos aside, back into the box, and took out the articles. They were mostly about Driveshaft’s ending.
“Driveshaft driving too fast? The end of the band”
“Lead singer of Driveshaft caught buying drugs”
“Quarrel and Fights in Driveshaft!”
The last headline caught Charlie’s interest.
“Driveshaft’s Base Player drug-addict! Is his brother to blame?”
Good question. Was Liam to blame? After all Charlie started taking drugs on his own free will. He wanted to make Liam happy. He didn’t want to feel that anger and disappointment and fear again whenever Liam was around. He had become a different person. He had beaten him and treated him unkindly. But when they both were on drugs and were high they handled every situation, they were brothers again. The didn’t care for anything. Not for their fans, not for their band, not for their career. It became too big for both of them. Charlie was shocked when Liam told him he would become a father. He had made mistakes. He wanted to be normal again. Charlie had helped him, tried to get rid of the drugs himself, but failed. When Liam was clean again he put Charlie aside and dedicated his life to his family. He wanted to be a good father of whom his daughter could be proud of. He may have even succeeded in that, but he failed when it comes to being a brother.
The articles reminded him of bad times and he was about to throw them away into the fire, but he remembered Sawyer at that moment. He could understand now why Sawyer was so eager to get that box back. He felt sorry for Sawyer.
He went over to read through he letters. It was roughly a writing and writing back between Sawyer and Liam. Sawyer seemed to have moved to Sydney, and both men were keeping contact. Liam told him about the band, their record contract, their tours. He never mentioned Charlie, though Sawyer had asked about him.
How’s Charlie? Is he happy about the contract? I bet he is, I only once heard him play his guitar but it sounded awesome. I hope really that you guys will make it. And, Liam, don’t keep your head too much in the clouds. Stay cool, so you can control your actions.
Charlie was astonished at Sawyer style of writing. He never imagined Sawyer using words like ‘happy’ and ‘awesome’. They must have been really close friends, Liam and him. They wrote in such a lose way, a way that Charlie never experienced himself. Liam was only nice to him when he wanted something. And Charlie foolishly always had believed in Liam’s words.
I’ll look out for ya, baby brother, that’s what brothers do, right?
An often used phrase of Liam.
He nearly read through all the letters now and he came to the last one. It was written shortly after the first articles about Liam being a drug-addict were released.
Dear Liam,
I wonder what you’re doing right now. You haven’t been writing lately. I know the reason. I’ve heard about it from the newspaper and television.
I know that you have a gig in Sydney right now. But I won’t come to see you. I have my reasons, you have to understand. I have problems but I’m about to solve them.
In the package that I’m sending with this letter you will find a box. I’ve made it to remind you of something very important you have to seem forgotten. Responsibility.
It was only now that Charlie realized that there was something written on the inside of the box lid. One word. Responsibility. To what?
Life sucks sometimes and it’s everyone’s right to be pissed off or furious or sad. But the things that you’re doing are no solution to your problems. I don’t know how you got them, and pray that I won’t find out. Otherwise I will kill the man who has done this to you. And I don’t mean kill like I won’t do it. I will stop this person’s heart beat, you understand?
But that’s not the point right now, I can’t change what has happened, I can only stop you from going on. Both our families were taken from us too soon, I’ve often read in your letters that Charlie has nightmares and is screaming while he is asleep. The burning house keeps following you.
You must know that until I met you both I had no family as such. I was an outsider, I had no real friends. It was you two who gave me my life back. You became my family, you were like a brother to me. I so wanted to know Charlie better but after the fire you kept him away from me, I never really understood why. Maybe it was the thought of protection that made you always kind of cold when I was around Charlie. But that’s the point. Charlie! You have to think about him now. For he is all you have left now. I won’t be always around to rescue you as it has been proofed now. You have to find a solution that gets you out of that shit your in right now.
I can almost hear you cursing at me now for writing such a shit. But it is true. I’m sorry to say it that clear. Think of Charlie! He is your responsibility. If you’re not doing it for yourself or for me then do it at least for Charlie. I don’t want him to end up like you did.
Sawyer
Charlie gazed at the letter for a long time. He couldn’t believe it. That was the reason Liam had ended his drug sessions so abruptly.
Flashback
“Why this sudden change of mind? You said you never wanted Driveshaft to end!”
Charlie was high and angry. A dangerous combination.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a personal thing you have to respect.” Liam looked away. “I don’t want you to become me.”, he whispered.
“Now that’s fucking early said, Liam! I’ve already become you! Don’t you see it?! You did this to me! I can never…”, he broke off, fell back on the couch and began to cry. His sobs echoed in the empty backstage room.
“Charlie, I am sorry. You’re right. It is my fuckin’ fault. But I get us out. You’ll see. I will take care of you like…”
“…like brother’s do?”, ended Charlie without looking up. “You’re doing it again.”
“But I mean it this time. Please, trust me just this once. Only this one more time.”
And he did.
Next day Liam and Charlie together announced the ending of Driveshaft and were now looking for help. The withdrawal was hard but with the help of Charlie, Liam managed to get clean. Charlie was a different case, however. He packed all his strength into Liam encouraging only him. He told himself that if Liam was healthy again he would help Charlie, that he would concentrate on him and so both would be able to live again. A new beginning for both of them.
But then Liam became father. And that was all that counted. Everything changed. Or not. Charlie was again put aside. He was used and thrown away.
“I need help, Liam…”, he one day cried into the phone of a telephone box. “Please…”
“Meagan, Daddy is talking now. Go play with Mummy, ok? … Sorry, Charlie, what did you say?”
Charlie hung up.
Flashback End
Charlie closed the box. He had to talk to Sawyer. As soon as possible. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know about the fire. What happened afterwards. Why Liam had changed and in what way. He wanted Sawyer to tell him what kind of person Liam was. The person Charlie never had the chance to know.
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