Five Things That Never Happened To Charlie Pace.
Title: Five Things That Never Happened To Charlie Pace.
Characters: Charlie, Shannon, Boone, Liam, Christian Shephard, Sun, Jin, Sawyer, Sayid.
Pairings: Various! het, slash (implied) and gen. (No Pacecest, tho.)
Summary: *points at title*
Rating: R.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Warnings: The usual cavalcade of dark themes & drug use, with prostitution, torture and character death thrown in for good measure. Plus hints of Shannon/Boone.
Notes: Written for lostfichallenge challenge #28. Inspired by the line: Can you sense the feeling that there's more than what you know? Kisses to halfdutch for the read through. <3 Claiming this one as "writers choice" for fanfic100.
Five Things That Never Happened To Charlie Pace.
1.
The girl is gorgeous, all blonde hair, perfect tan and legs that go on for ever and feel sodding marvellous wrapped around Charlie’s waist. Groupies don’t usually come in such a pretty package, well, not the ones Charlie gets anyway, this one is more in Liam’s league. But Charlie wasn’t going to point that out to her when she grabbed him by the collar and hauled him over to the corner where the amps are stacked ready to be packed away. And he definitely wasn’t going to tell her she’d made a mistake and he wasn’t the Pace brother she was looking for when she hitched up her skirt as he lifted her up and sat her on an amp so he could settle himself between her legs. Charlie knows a gift horse when he sees one and there’s no way he is going to let this one get away.
He’s got one hand threaded into her hair and the other pushed up and under her top, cupping her breast as he rolls her nipple between his finger and thumb. Charlie licks and bites his way down the girl’s neck, inhaling the rich, heavy scent of her perfume and listening to the breathy little sounds she’s making as he does. To his ear they sound forced, like she’s faking it and Charlie begins to wonder just who she is putting the act on for, somehow he doubts that it’s him.
He pulls back for a moment to take a look at her face but he finds her head is turned to the side, eyes fixed on someone just across the room. Charlie follows her gaze and spots a good-looking guy glaring back at them; dark hair matching the thunder in his eyes, fists balled up with barely repressed rage.
"Someone you know, love?"
Charlie whispers the question into the girl’s ear, nipping at her earlobe and wishing he’d paid more attention when she told him her name. She turns back towards him, looks up through her lashes and grins.
"Maybe. Want to help me drive him insane?"
Charlie raises an eyebrow, dips down to kiss her, grinds his hips forward and lets his hand drop between her legs.
"If it’s a show you want to give him, love. Lets make it a good one, eh?"
Shannon laughs, lets her head fall back, exposing her neck to Charlie’s mouth as her hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans. And, across the room, Boone looks on, trying hard not to wish that he was the one nestled in tight between her legs.
2.
"I’m asking you, as a brother, the way you asked me."
Charlie’s stomach is twisting into knots; the fizzing and bubbling of his nerves making his hands shake more than the beginnings of withdrawal ever could. He can’t look up, doesn’t want to meet Liam’s eyes because he is too scared of what he might see there. Liam can crush all of his remaining dreams with just a single word and, right now, Charlie is convinced that Liam is about to do just that. About to say no, he won’t join the tour, he won’t try for a comeback and, if Liam says that, then Charlie really has no idea what he will do next.
"This is really important to you, isn’t it, baby brother."
Charlie can’t speak so he just nods and holds his breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
"Ok, fine. If it’s that important to you I’ll do it, just this one tour and that’s it. But, we rehearse here in Sydney and I’m taking you to see the doctor who helped me get clean, first thing tomorrow morning."
Charlie looks up at Liam, eyes wide in disbelief, he wants to say that he’s not using anymore, that Liam is mistaken but the look on Liam’s face tells him that his brother won’t believe him if he does. So Charlie just nods again and lets his face break out into a grin.
Across the table, Liam grins back, stands, circles round and pulls Charlie up and into a hug.
"I always said I’d look out for you, Charlie."
3.
The alleyway is dark and they’ve hidden themselves away in the shelter of an abandoned doorway sandwiched between two rubbish bins, but Charlie still finds it hard to repress a shiver of fear that someone will see. Sydney is new to him, he doesn’t know the city at all and he has no idea if this is a secure place to be making this kind of trade. It’s not like he hasn’t done this kind of thing before, no money for drugs and desperation has often driven him to his knees, but, every time he does, all he can think about is what the headlines would say - washed up rock star turning tricks for a fix - that is if there’s anyone left who remembers who he is or, once was anyway.
The man looms over him, the stench of Whiskey heavy on his breath, the fumes so strong that Charlie wonders for a moment if he can get drunk from them. He tries not to look too hard at the man, it’s always easier if he can’t imagine a face, but he can’t help but notice the grey pallor of the man’s skin, the sweat beading on the man’s brow or, the way the man’s hand feels clammy when it touches Charlie’s face. Maybe, Charlie thinks, if he’s lucky the man will be too drunk to take what he’s paid for.
As the man sways in place, barely holding himself upright on jelly-legs, Charlie considers running, pushing past the man, knocking him down and making a break for it but, as if he has read Charlie’s thoughts, the man shoots an arm out to steady himself against the bricks behind Charlie’s head, trapping him in place.
Charlie closes his eyes and is about to sink to his knees, when the man lets out a strangled cry. Charlie opens his eyes again just in time to see him stagger back, one hand clutching at his chest, face twisted in pain. Charlie has seen enough medical shows on TV to guess at what is happening and, without thinking, he runs from the alley as fast as he can, eyes searching the street for a call box, meaning to get some help.
But then, across the road, he spots the dealer he noticed earlier and he remembers the money burning a hole in his pocket and the crawling sensation in his veins and Charlie thinks; maybe he’ll call that ambulance after he’s had his fix.
4.
Charlie hears Sun’s scream as it echoes along the beach. He drops the fishing net he’s holding and begins to run through the surf towards her, listening as her cry of fear turns into a wail of despair, the sound of it becoming more chilling the closer that he gets.
He finds her crumpled at the edge of the shore, wretched with misery, a piece of broken bamboo clutched in her hands. Around her, the beach is littered with the shattered remains of the raft, and, in the water just out of reach, three bodies float face down, rolling on the swell of the waves.
Charlie drops down onto the sand beside Sun, pulls her into his arms and rocks her gently. Using his body to block her view as the ocean slowly carries the body of her husband to the shore.
5.
The concrete floor feels cold beneath his knees and Charlie no longer has any feeling in his hands, the rope around them stopping the blood-flow as it cuts in to his wrists. He tenses himself for the first blow, telling himself that it won’t hurt so much if he’s prepared for it, but he’s wrong. Pain flares as the back of Sayid’s hand smacks across his cheek, splitting open the stitches Jack put there and driving Charlie’s head to the side with its force.
Charlie keeps his head still, concentrates on breathing and tries to ignore the way his face burns and the hot-wet feel of the blood that trickles down his cheek. He feels a tug as Sayid grabs his chin and jerks his head around so he’s facing forward again and Charlie has to squeeze his eyes shut as the look on Sayid’s face is the most terrifying thing he has ever seen. Sayid’s eyes are wild. Charlie thinks he sees madness burning in them, darkness too; this is no longer the man that Charlie thought he knew.
"If you wish for me to stop, Charlie, simply tell me where Sawyer is hiding the guns. I know you know where they are, so please, Charlie, tell me."
Charlie likes to think that he’s not a coward, that he can be as brave as the next man, but, right now, Charlie would tell Sayid anything he wants to know just to stop Sayid from hitting him again. Charlie would be happy to tell Sayid where Sawyer has stashed the weapons. Charlie knows the spot well enough. He goes there every night to look at the statues that lie beside the guns. But, as Sayid begins to rain down blow after blow to his face, muttering about The Others and betrayal as he does, Charlie can’t say a word. The tape that Sayid put over Charlie’s mouth before he started, keeps all of Sawyer’s secrets safe.
Characters: Charlie, Shannon, Boone, Liam, Christian Shephard, Sun, Jin, Sawyer, Sayid.
Pairings: Various! het, slash (implied) and gen. (No Pacecest, tho.)
Summary: *points at title*
Rating: R.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Warnings: The usual cavalcade of dark themes & drug use, with prostitution, torture and character death thrown in for good measure. Plus hints of Shannon/Boone.
Notes: Written for lostfichallenge challenge #28. Inspired by the line: Can you sense the feeling that there's more than what you know? Kisses to halfdutch for the read through. <3 Claiming this one as "writers choice" for fanfic100.
Five Things That Never Happened To Charlie Pace.
1.
The girl is gorgeous, all blonde hair, perfect tan and legs that go on for ever and feel sodding marvellous wrapped around Charlie’s waist. Groupies don’t usually come in such a pretty package, well, not the ones Charlie gets anyway, this one is more in Liam’s league. But Charlie wasn’t going to point that out to her when she grabbed him by the collar and hauled him over to the corner where the amps are stacked ready to be packed away. And he definitely wasn’t going to tell her she’d made a mistake and he wasn’t the Pace brother she was looking for when she hitched up her skirt as he lifted her up and sat her on an amp so he could settle himself between her legs. Charlie knows a gift horse when he sees one and there’s no way he is going to let this one get away.
He’s got one hand threaded into her hair and the other pushed up and under her top, cupping her breast as he rolls her nipple between his finger and thumb. Charlie licks and bites his way down the girl’s neck, inhaling the rich, heavy scent of her perfume and listening to the breathy little sounds she’s making as he does. To his ear they sound forced, like she’s faking it and Charlie begins to wonder just who she is putting the act on for, somehow he doubts that it’s him.
He pulls back for a moment to take a look at her face but he finds her head is turned to the side, eyes fixed on someone just across the room. Charlie follows her gaze and spots a good-looking guy glaring back at them; dark hair matching the thunder in his eyes, fists balled up with barely repressed rage.
"Someone you know, love?"
Charlie whispers the question into the girl’s ear, nipping at her earlobe and wishing he’d paid more attention when she told him her name. She turns back towards him, looks up through her lashes and grins.
"Maybe. Want to help me drive him insane?"
Charlie raises an eyebrow, dips down to kiss her, grinds his hips forward and lets his hand drop between her legs.
"If it’s a show you want to give him, love. Lets make it a good one, eh?"
Shannon laughs, lets her head fall back, exposing her neck to Charlie’s mouth as her hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans. And, across the room, Boone looks on, trying hard not to wish that he was the one nestled in tight between her legs.
2.
"I’m asking you, as a brother, the way you asked me."
Charlie’s stomach is twisting into knots; the fizzing and bubbling of his nerves making his hands shake more than the beginnings of withdrawal ever could. He can’t look up, doesn’t want to meet Liam’s eyes because he is too scared of what he might see there. Liam can crush all of his remaining dreams with just a single word and, right now, Charlie is convinced that Liam is about to do just that. About to say no, he won’t join the tour, he won’t try for a comeback and, if Liam says that, then Charlie really has no idea what he will do next.
"This is really important to you, isn’t it, baby brother."
Charlie can’t speak so he just nods and holds his breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
"Ok, fine. If it’s that important to you I’ll do it, just this one tour and that’s it. But, we rehearse here in Sydney and I’m taking you to see the doctor who helped me get clean, first thing tomorrow morning."
Charlie looks up at Liam, eyes wide in disbelief, he wants to say that he’s not using anymore, that Liam is mistaken but the look on Liam’s face tells him that his brother won’t believe him if he does. So Charlie just nods again and lets his face break out into a grin.
Across the table, Liam grins back, stands, circles round and pulls Charlie up and into a hug.
"I always said I’d look out for you, Charlie."
3.
The alleyway is dark and they’ve hidden themselves away in the shelter of an abandoned doorway sandwiched between two rubbish bins, but Charlie still finds it hard to repress a shiver of fear that someone will see. Sydney is new to him, he doesn’t know the city at all and he has no idea if this is a secure place to be making this kind of trade. It’s not like he hasn’t done this kind of thing before, no money for drugs and desperation has often driven him to his knees, but, every time he does, all he can think about is what the headlines would say - washed up rock star turning tricks for a fix - that is if there’s anyone left who remembers who he is or, once was anyway.
The man looms over him, the stench of Whiskey heavy on his breath, the fumes so strong that Charlie wonders for a moment if he can get drunk from them. He tries not to look too hard at the man, it’s always easier if he can’t imagine a face, but he can’t help but notice the grey pallor of the man’s skin, the sweat beading on the man’s brow or, the way the man’s hand feels clammy when it touches Charlie’s face. Maybe, Charlie thinks, if he’s lucky the man will be too drunk to take what he’s paid for.
As the man sways in place, barely holding himself upright on jelly-legs, Charlie considers running, pushing past the man, knocking him down and making a break for it but, as if he has read Charlie’s thoughts, the man shoots an arm out to steady himself against the bricks behind Charlie’s head, trapping him in place.
Charlie closes his eyes and is about to sink to his knees, when the man lets out a strangled cry. Charlie opens his eyes again just in time to see him stagger back, one hand clutching at his chest, face twisted in pain. Charlie has seen enough medical shows on TV to guess at what is happening and, without thinking, he runs from the alley as fast as he can, eyes searching the street for a call box, meaning to get some help.
But then, across the road, he spots the dealer he noticed earlier and he remembers the money burning a hole in his pocket and the crawling sensation in his veins and Charlie thinks; maybe he’ll call that ambulance after he’s had his fix.
4.
Charlie hears Sun’s scream as it echoes along the beach. He drops the fishing net he’s holding and begins to run through the surf towards her, listening as her cry of fear turns into a wail of despair, the sound of it becoming more chilling the closer that he gets.
He finds her crumpled at the edge of the shore, wretched with misery, a piece of broken bamboo clutched in her hands. Around her, the beach is littered with the shattered remains of the raft, and, in the water just out of reach, three bodies float face down, rolling on the swell of the waves.
Charlie drops down onto the sand beside Sun, pulls her into his arms and rocks her gently. Using his body to block her view as the ocean slowly carries the body of her husband to the shore.
5.
The concrete floor feels cold beneath his knees and Charlie no longer has any feeling in his hands, the rope around them stopping the blood-flow as it cuts in to his wrists. He tenses himself for the first blow, telling himself that it won’t hurt so much if he’s prepared for it, but he’s wrong. Pain flares as the back of Sayid’s hand smacks across his cheek, splitting open the stitches Jack put there and driving Charlie’s head to the side with its force.
Charlie keeps his head still, concentrates on breathing and tries to ignore the way his face burns and the hot-wet feel of the blood that trickles down his cheek. He feels a tug as Sayid grabs his chin and jerks his head around so he’s facing forward again and Charlie has to squeeze his eyes shut as the look on Sayid’s face is the most terrifying thing he has ever seen. Sayid’s eyes are wild. Charlie thinks he sees madness burning in them, darkness too; this is no longer the man that Charlie thought he knew.
"If you wish for me to stop, Charlie, simply tell me where Sawyer is hiding the guns. I know you know where they are, so please, Charlie, tell me."
Charlie likes to think that he’s not a coward, that he can be as brave as the next man, but, right now, Charlie would tell Sayid anything he wants to know just to stop Sayid from hitting him again. Charlie would be happy to tell Sayid where Sawyer has stashed the weapons. Charlie knows the spot well enough. He goes there every night to look at the statues that lie beside the guns. But, as Sayid begins to rain down blow after blow to his face, muttering about The Others and betrayal as he does, Charlie can’t say a word. The tape that Sayid put over Charlie’s mouth before he started, keeps all of Sawyer’s secrets safe.