"Here We Go Again"

[HobbitLuvr]

?Here We Go Again?

Rated: PG13-ish
Summary: Just a little (long-ish) ditty about a new accident that brings newcomers to the island and how these new survivors get along with our tried-and-true castaways. :)

Disclaimer: I don?t own ?Lost? or the characters found therein. I differ all that good stuff to those it shall be differed too and since I don?t feel like listing them all, we?ll have to leave it at that. But I take credit for the newcomers and their creation. Anyone who wants to borrow them for their own fanfiction can ask just so I can okay it and make sure that no one screws them up for me. I don?t want them to suddenly go psycho or something! At least, not without my permission. ;)

Warning: There?s gonna be a little violence, a little adult language and a little sexuality. But it won?t be graphic. Promise. However, this could take awhile to post and/or finish so it?s a work in process. Be patient with me, people.

Chapter One

A pair of stormy gray eyes fluttered open and abruptly closed. The sun was bright. Too bright after all the darkness she remembered being surrounded by. Or maybe that was a nightmare.

Raising a shaking hand, the young woman shaded her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun and opened them yet again. She felt someone?s hands on her, helping her sit upright. She didn?t fight them and eased herself up, leaning against something hard as she felt the world around her suddenly spinning. She turned her head in all directions, taking in the new faces that seemed to be watching her.

?Where am I?? Her voice came in a harsh, dry whisper. She licked her chapped lips as her eyes flicked around, looking for a familiar face or landmark.

?On an island,? someone said. The voice was deep and male. ?Your ship somehow got destroyed out on those waters. The lifeboat you were in washed up here.?

?The others??

The man knelt in front of the young woman. He was squinting against the sunlight as he looked her over. ?They?re fine,? he said in a reassuring tone. ?They?re resting.?

?How many survived??

?You ask a lot of questions,? the man said with a small smile. ?How about answering one for me??

She nodded. Her dark auburn hair tumbled loose from what was left of her ponytail. ?All right,? she said in a hoarse voice. ?It seems only fair.?

?Let?s start with something simple. What?s your name??

She fought the urge to ask him the same thing and allowed herself a small smile of her own. ?Greer Nichols.?

?All right, Greer Nichols, I?m Dr. Jack Shepherd. I take it you have enough strength to hold up a bottle of water on your own so take this,? he said, handing her the cool water, ?and drink. I have to check on the others, but this is Charlie and he?ll keep you company until I get back. Just take it easy until then, all right??

Greer nodded. She turned her head slowly towards Charlie as she put the bottle of water to her parched lips. She could hear Jack walking away, his feet making a soft shuffle in the hot sand. Lowering her hand from her eyes, Greer narrowed them as she watched Charlie. He seemed fidgety to her and a million questions started forming in her head.

?How many survived?? she asked him, her voice strengthening a bit. ?How many others are there on the island??

?From your ship?? Charlie asked.

Greer nodded, biting back a sarcastic response as it formed in her head.

?Just two others.?

Greer?s eyes widened in shock. ?Wh-what?? she asked, stumbling over the words. ?There?s . . . there?s just no way. No way.?

There had been at least thirty people on that vessel. She couldn?t fathom how only three had survived. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered all the people she had met. They had been out searching for survivors of another shipwreck. Greer had been along as something of a compass. She couldn?t help but think that it was her fault all those people died. She, after all, had led them into those harsh waters.

Charlie saw the faraway look in Greer?s eyes and knew what it meant. ?What do you remember?? he asked. ?What happened out there??

Greer closed her eyes and took another long pull from the bottle Jack had given her. She shook her head in reply. It wasn?t exactly something she wanted to talk about at the moment. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was one of only three survivors. Three out of thirty. Why?

Chapter Two

Boone looked over his shoulder at the new girl talking with Charlie. He was struck by her unusual appearance, her strange beauty. Her wild mane of dark cherry red hair blew around her face in the light, tepid breeze. She tucked some of it behind her right ear in what seemed to be ? to Boone ? a self-conscious way as she appeared to be laughing at something Charlie was saying.

?Earth to Boone,? a breezy voice called.

His head whipped around quickly and he glared at the source of the sound and intrusion. ?Shouldn?t you be sunning yourself or something,? he snapped, picking up a few more pieces of fire wood.

?You seem concerned with our new guest,? Shannon ventured. ?Could it be that your interest is piqued??

?Why don?t you do something useful for once?? Boone replied, thrusting an armful of wood into her unsuspecting hands. ?Take this back to the caves.?

?And what will you be doing?? she asked as she juggled the wood into a comfortable position. She gasped in mock concern. ?Could it be that you?re planning on doing something as reckless as going to talk to someone new??

Boone shot his sister an indignant glare. He waited, rooted in place, until Shannon turned and left. Then he turned as well and headed in the direction of the new girl.

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Greer, who was now sitting upright without the assistance of a tree, was laughing with Charlie when Jack returned. She looked up to see him standing beside them and she offered him a gentle smile.

?How are the others?? Greer asked with a strong voice. ?Who are they??

Jack knelt beside her again. ?We took one of them back to a camp in the jungle,? he explained. ?She?s still unconscious. The other one, she?s . . . ummm . . . a little shook up and keeps saying something about a psychic. It?s all her fault.?

Greer?s expression darkened in an instant. ?That would be Lara you?re talking about and I?m the one she?s talking about.?

?Psychic?? repeated Charlie.

Greer nodded apprehensively. ?Since I was about eight years old, I?ve been able to see and do things that others can?t.?

?Do?? Charlie asked.

?Why were you out there?? Jack asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

?There was a shipwreck,? she began. ?It was some businessman?s yacht or something. I was on vacation, enjoying myself, when I heard they were organizing search parties. I joined up and tried to guide them in the right direction. There were, like, twenty of us who went. We found ten survivors. Lara was one of them.?

Jack cleared his throat, not knowing exactly what to say. He squeezed her shoulder instead, but it was enough.

?You saved her,? protested Charlie. ?You helped find her. How can this Lara woman be complaining about that??

Greer fluidly shrugged her shoulders.

?You!? a shrill voice cried. ?You bitch! You stupid little bitch!?

Charlie pulled Greer down as a well tanned brunette charged at the young woman. Boone, who had been standing only a few feet away, caught this other woman and pinned her arms behind her back.

?It?s not my fault,? Greer cried, her voice cracking. ?I told that stupid captain to turn around. I told him not to come this way.?

?How do we know you?re telling the truth?? Lara asked. ?I certainly wasn?t in the room with you when this supposedly happened.?

Boone let Lana free. He watched that older woman carefully, assessing how much of a threat she might be. He then turned his head in the direction of Greer, who was dusting herself off as she stood up.

?No, you weren?t, but I know someone who was,? Greer replied calmly. ?Allie Scott.?

?That damned reporter??

?She was in the lifeboat with us,? Greer said to Jack. ?When she wakes up, you can ask her for yourself. I swear to you that I never meant for this to happen.?

?Come back with us to the cases,? Jack implored. ?We can settle it all there.?

Lara grunted, placing her hands on her shapely waist. ?I?m not going anywhere with you.?

?He?s a doctor,? said Greer as if she were speaking to a child. ?He probably saved your life.?

Lara grunted again but nodded her head. ?If it?ll help sort everything out, I suppose I can go.?

?How big of you,? muttered Charlie as he took hold of Greer?s arm and gently helped her to the path back to the caves.

Chapter Three

?You weren?t part of a search party! You brought a crew of damn . . . privateers onto my husband?s boat!? Every word from Lara?s mouth was spoken loudly and with disdain.

Greer trembled, knowing the only options she had were either convince Jack and the others this woman was crazy or tell them the truth. But how could she explain something she didn?t even understand?

?What is it?? Charlie gently asked. ?You don?t have to lie to us, you know.?

Greer nodded, a sad smile on her coral colored lips. She could feel the tears forming in her gray eyes and didn?t think she would be able to stop them once they started. Her only course of action could be to tell them everything and hope they would be able to sort it all out.

?Okay,? she said, sucking in a deep breath. She exhaled, feeling the tears subside. ?Okay, but it?s a long story.?

?We?re not going anywhere,? Jack replied, humor lacing his voice.

Greer smiled, knowing more than she offered to share on the subject. She looked to Allie?s resting form and sighed. She?s so innocent in all of this, Greer thought. How could I have dragged her into this mess?

?Well?? prompted Lara. Her arms were folded across her ample chest and her foot, still in red stiletto heels, tapped impatiently against a rock.

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Greer stared at the tiny woman sitting across the table from her. Her mind was still trying to process the words she had just heard. Her hands were wrapped around a warm mug of tea, which somehow comforted the American woman.

?You have an amazing track record,? Allie continued, undaunted. Her Russian tinged Irish accent sounded almost surreal in this tropical place. ?You?ve even worked with Scotland Yard.?

?I don?t want the publicity,? said Greer. ?I came here to relax, to recharge my internal batteries. You have to understand . . .?

?I just want ten or twenty minutes of your time,? protested Allie. ?We don?t even have to use your name. I just . . . I need this story.?

Greer?s hands were shaking. The world around her seemed to suddenly stop. Instead of seeing Allie and an outdoor caf?, Greer was watching a man try desperately to control to course of a large boat. The man looked beyond frantic and when Greer looked beyond him, she saw why. The boat was headed for a field of rocks.

Greer closed her eyes, knowing what would come next. When she opened them again, she was looking at Allie again. The tea cup in her hand was shattered and the green tea in it was everywhere. Her breathing was uneven as she tried to regain a hold on reality.

?What was it? Was it a vision?? The excitement in her voice was palpable.

?We have to get to the docks,? Greer announced. She dug into her purse and threw a bunch of bills onto the table. ?You wanted a story, right? Well, you?re about to get one.?

?What happened??

?I don?t have time to explain,? Greer snapped. ?If you want the story, follow me. If not, go back to wherever it is you came from and leave me alone.?

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?So you saved them,? Charlie said, glaring at Lara. ?I mean, if you hadn?t have gotten there, they would?ve drowned or something, right??

?She brought thieves with her,? cried Lara. ?They took everything.?

?They were owed payment for helping you,? Greer shot back. ?I told them I?d look the other way as long as they took me wherever I asked.?

?You certainly did look the other way.?

?I did what I had to do,? Greer continued. ?They didn?t want to be there. The waters around this island are said to be cursed. Those men were a superstitious lot and it took the promise of great sums of money to get them out on the water in the first place!?

?My husband is dead because of you!?

Greer sighed, sitting on a nearby rock. ?You would?ve been dead, too, if we hadn?t of come.?

Lara inched towards the twenty-something and glowered. ?I?d rather be dead and with him, then stuck here with you!?

Boone stuck out an arm to stop Lara. ?You might not be grateful to her now,? he said, ?but sooner or later, you?ll thank her for what she did.?

Greer looked over at him. She had seen him earlier when Lara had tried to attack her the first time. He had stopped Lara then as well. Greer found herself smiling in spite of the situation she was in. She gave him a thankful nod before turning her attention to Jack.

?I know you?ve been here for a long time,? she said in a very matter-of-fact tone. ?I can tell you now that you won?t be leaving anytime soon.?

Jack looked confused. ?Why not??

Greer tried not to laugh at the absurdness of it all. ?Because it won?t let you.?

?It??

Now Greer allowed herself a small laugh, knowing she was about to sound insane. ?The island.?

There will be more later, but I have to actually make myself sit down and write it. In between writing some other original fiction that I'd love to get published one day. This just makes for an interesting diversion, something to pass some time at work. :lol2:

[HobbitLuvr]

Chapter Four

The wind was fierce as Greer stood at the prow of the schooner. It was much larger than she would have thought the man -- who called himself Captain Dalton --would own. She had seen the tiny and untidy apartment Dalton called home and doubted he could afford to keep anything larger than a dinghy afloat. But here she stood, letting the wind and briny water wash away her feelings of guilt.

Allie sat on a set of stairs that lead to the captain?s quarters, watching Greer with a keen eye. She jotted down notes on her PDA whenever she could, but with the swaying of the ship, she had little time for note-taking. Instead, she did everything she could to commit these moments to memory.

Greer spun around, walking across the deck with expert ease. It wasn?t as if she had never been on a ship before, but the confidence in her step surprised even her. She offered an uneasy smile to the reporter and turned to one of the nearest men.

?Tell Dalton that I need to speak to him immediately,? she ordered in a rough tone.

The man, an olive complexioned man in his forties, grunted and eyed the young woman before him. He opened his wind-burned lips to retort and shut them just as quickly. With a glare and a growl, he shoved his way past Allie without so much as an acknowledgment of the petite brunette?s presence.

Greer offered a hand to Allie. ?Come on,? she said in a gentle tone. ?I want you to be there for this.?

Allie?s hazel eyes narrowed as she looked for an answer to a question she had yet to ask. When none was forthcoming, she said, ?Why are you doing this??

Greer helped Allie to her feet and guided the journalist to the nearest guardrail. She took a deep breath and tried not to choke on the salty air. ?It?s complicated.?

?You don?t even know these people,? Allie continued. ?Is this how it is every time? Do you always jump to the aid of people without thinking twice about yourself and the danger you put yourself in? Because, I have to tell you, I get a very ominous feeling about all of this. And these men . . .?

Greer only nodded silently. She held tightly to the rail until her knuckles turned white and she could feel her long, manicured nails dig into the warping wood. Why did she do these things? She laughed at the question because she had no answer. Her features took on a sad countenance as she mulled it over.

?Not many people are willing to trust the ramblings of a young American girl out on her own in a foreign country,? explained Greer with a fluid shrug of her shoulders. She pulled the pale pink and silver parka she wore closer for protection against the rolling waves. ?I wish I had some poetic response, Allie. I really do, but all I have is questions for myself.?

The heavy footfalls of the six-foot, eight-inch tall self-proclaimed captain alerted the women to his coming presence. If that hadn?t been enough, then the smell of his Cuban cigar would have tipped them off eventually.

The dark skinned man -- from somewhere in Africa -- took a deep breath and exhaled with gusto. His booming laughter at nothing in particular was followed by a heavy hand being placed on each other the women?s shoulders. ?Enjoying the view? Nothing for . . . well, ever to be honest with you. Ha. I much prefer the sights on my ship to the waters anyway.?

Greer spun around to glare at the hulking man. ?Don?t ever put your hands on me again,? she retorted as she shoved his rather large hand away. ?I asked to speak to you, not to be spoken to.?

Dalton nodded appreciatively and removed his other hand from Allie?s shoulder. He held them up before himself in a mock gesture of compliance. ?I?m here to do your bidding, young miss,? he said in a kindly tone. ?So what can we do for you this time??

?You?ve altered your course,? she snapped before she considered her words. ?I want you to turn back and follow my directions as I gave them to you.?

Dalton grinned. ?Do you now??

Greer felt her anger rising and had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself before she spoke. She knew she had to be firm with Dalton but within reason. She couldn?t afford to have the man leave her and Allie in unfamiliar territory.

?I promised you that you wouldn?t be disappointed by the spoils that would await you if you did this for me,? she continued in a slightly more even tone. ?I?ve been true to my word so far, now I ask that you remain true to yours.?

Dalton beckoned on of his crew to his side with a loud, long whistle. ?Tell Miller to return to our original course if he doesn?t want to die a horrible and painful death.?

The lanky man nodded and ran off without a word or a glance in Greer?s direction.

Dalton looked smug. ?There you have it,? he announced with a theatrical wave of his hand. ?True to my word, I?ll take you to those cursed waters to rescue those rich bastards. I hope you?re as true to your word, miss.?

Chapter Five

Boone leaned against a palm tree, his blue eyes fixed on a figure near the edge of the water. He had remained several steps behind Greer when she made her way back to the beach. Despite the protests of both Jack and Charlie, she said she preferred to be close to the water. And there was always Lara Briggs. Boone knew Greer was trying her best to keep the commotion to a minimum.

He had felt Shannon?s eyes boring holes in his back as he followed behind the newcomer, but he brushed it away without a second thought. Until now.

What am I doing? Boone asked himself, folding his arms across his chest. He shook off the thought as quickly as it had formed in his mind. He wasn?t a love-sick schoolboy and he wasn?t Shannon?s lackey. Not anymore.

His feet began moving before he even realized where he was going. By the time Boone came to his senses, he was standing beside Greer.

?Care to join me?? she asked, never looking up to see who it was.

Boone didn?t answer, sitting cross-legged beside her. He saw now that her eyes ? what color were they again? he wondered. ? were closed in deep concentration. Suddenly he felt that he shouldn?t have followed Greer to the beach after all.

As he rose to leave, Greer?s hand shot out and gripped his wrist tightly. ?Don?t go,? she pleaded. ?I?m tired of being alone.?

She opened her eyes and turned her head toward Boone. He sat back down again. Their gray, he told himself. Her eyes are an amazing shade of gray. He smiled, fighting to reign his thoughts back in enough to form a proper sentence.

?Thank you for helping me out earlier,? Greer continued. She turned to face the ocean again. A half-smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she feigning interest in the setting sun. ?You have no idea what that meant to me.?

?Why??

?So few people trust me outright. At least not enough to do what you did.?

Boone felt pride swelling in his chest. He noticed Greer?s hand was still holding tightly to his wrist. He moved his hand so that he was holding hers. He looked at the sunset as if seeing it for the first time. The pinks and reds and oranges seemed to explode in the sky as twilight fought to steal what was left of the light. He gently squeezed her hand and felt his breath catch in his throat as she rested her head on his shoulder.

?I just did what I thought was right,? offered Boone.

?I?m glad you decided to follow me here.?

Boone was taken aback by her bold statement. ?Did you know??

Greer smiled and half-shrugged her shoulders. ?I figured someone was behind me,? she replied. ?I didn?t think Jack would let me wander off alone in the wild.?

Boone cleared his throat and swallowed a little harder than he had intended. ?Jack didn?t ask me to follow you.?

Greer nestled closer to Boone as he spoke. ?Even better,? she whispered.

She felt the distant warmth of a fire being started somewhere behind them and sighed. If the whole situation weren?t so dire, she might have found it somewhat romantic. But a voice in the back of her head whispered the truth in her ear, reminding her that there was nothing romantic about this island setting.

((Comments are welcomed. Did I mention I enjoy getting feedback? B) Okay. You don't have to give me feedback. I'll just keep posting until I finish it and not worry about it. :happyjump:))

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[okelay]

it's really good, very interesting
im looking forward to read more.

[HobbitLuvr]

B) Thanks. It's a work in progress so I don't know when I'll be posting more.

[HobbitLuvr]

((I'm back! Okay, there's more anyway. And I'm still trying to figure out what's going to happen next. :rotfl:))

Chapter Six

Boone tightly held Greer?s hand in his own, feeling like the woman?s only lifeline. They trudged up the beach to the camp in silence. It was the kind of quiet shared by two people very familiar to one another, not the stilted, awkward silence between strangers. Even though they barely knew one another, Boone thought it felt right.

The darkness came much more rapidly than the lazy setting of the sun. The moon was only a sliver and offered little illumination. Instead, Boone navigated by the light of the bonfires where others gathered for warmth and companionship. He found himself happy to not be one of them, having Greer to keep him company.

Sawyer eyed Greer as she passed him and when Boone saw this, he let go of her hand and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder instead. Sawyer softly chuckled and shook his head as he slipped back into his ?quarters? for the night, opting to keep his mouth shut for now.

?Kate,? called Boone upon seeing the lithe brunette stoking one of the fires.

Kate looked up, then looked confused. ?One of our new guests,? she asked, nodding her head in Greer?s direction. ?I thought she?d be staying in the caves.?

Greer stared at her feet, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. She felt Boone squeeze he shoulders and slowly raised her head to look at him. I could get lost in those eyes, she thought as she smiled at him.

?She is,? Boone replied, finally tearing his attention away from Greer?s watchful gaze. ?I need to ask you a favor. I need you to look after her tonight.?

Kate gave Greer another look, cocking her head to one side when she was through. ?She looks like she can take care of herself.?

?She can?t stay at the caves,? Boone continued. ?Not tonight anyway and I?m worried for her safety so please, Kate, keep an eye on her. Please.?

Greer pulled away from Boone?s grasp and sat on the sand, near to Kate. Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flames. Her smile faded as images of the twenty-seven others on the ship filled her view. She looked up at Boone, her eyes filled with tears.

?Go back,? she said. Her voice broke as emotions she couldn?t explain overwhelmed her. ?I can take care of myself.?

Boone looked unconvinced. He knelt at her side and reached a hand out to grab Greer?s hand. When Greer pulled away, Boone stood up with confusion and hut on his face.

?I?ll see you in the morning,? Greer said with a gentle smile. ?Won?t I??

Boone left without a response.

Chapter Seven

?If we don?t hurry,? cried Allie, tightly gripping the nearest railing until her knuckles turned white, ?we?re going to die out here.?

?We?re not going to die out here,? Greer said reassuringly. She tried to smile but with the wind and the waves crashing onto the ship?s deck, it was next to impossible. Still she tried.

Greer and the captain began directing traffic on the deck, shouting orders to whomever wanted to or could listen. Lifeboats ? all seven of them ? were being prepared and filled with supplies, newly acquired treasures and suitcases. Soon the men (and a few women) started filling the lifeboats as well. Greer looked at Allie and saw the other woman?s fear. She then looked to the captain.

?Go,? he told her, knowing what the silent glance from her had meant. ?Grab your friend and get on a damn lifeboat. The captain is always the last to abandon his vessel.?

Greer started to speak, wanting to tell him that he and his crew were doomed. Instead, she grabbed Allie by the arm and pulled her to the nearest lifeboat. Allie grabbed her duffle bag in on hand and Greer?s in the other. She tossed them into a nearly empty boat and followed behind them.

Greer was shoved aside by Lara as the anxious woman forced her way into the boat. Greer let a curse loose, knowing it would be lost in the chaotic cacophony. She tried to glare at the woman, but it only looked like she was squinting against the water and wind. As she settled into the boat, the lines holding it to the schooner snapped.

By nothing short of luck, the lifeboat landed in the rough seas without so much as a splash. Everything and everyone was a bit shook up but nothing went overboard. They were safe and well ? all things considered.

?No!? Lara shouted, trying to get out of the drifting boat. ?No, my husband?s still on the ship. We have to go back.?

Greer tried to hold Lara back and was barely successful. ?We can?t,? she replied. ?If we do, we risk being tipped over or worse.?

?My husband is still on that ship,? Lara continued ranting. ?What could be worse than that??

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Greer?s gray eyes snapped open. She looked out at the sprawling ocean before her. The sun was just beginning to rise. She could see the color exploding in the skies and sighed. She was still alive, but the memories weren?t going to fade. The longer she sat there, the more she knew it was true.

?Have you eaten yet??

Greer turned to find Charlie standing behind her, holding a handkerchief filled with fruit in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He smiled a crooked grin and held out his offering. Greer laughed at the sight, patting the sand next to her.

Charlie plopped himself on to the patch of land beside her and opened the handkerchief. ?There?s not much, but I thought you might like a little something.?

Greer took the bottle of water and drank deeply from it. She was happy for the company but would have preferred it to have been Boone. She took a slice of some fruit she had never seen before and popped it into her mouth. She chewed it thoughtfully, trying to figure out if she liked it or not.

?Thank you, Charlie,? she replied as she swallowed it. ?It?s good and I have to admit that I?m feeling a little hungry.?

?Been up long??

?I could ask you the same question,? Greer said with a sly grin. ?What are you doing wandering around the island in the dark ? or near dark anyway??

?I came to bring you food,? replied Charlie. He shrugged, feigning hurt feelings. ?Next time I won?t be so nice.?

Greer laughed again. ?I like it when you?re nice, Charlie. Thank you.?

?So??

?I?ve been up for a few hours, I think. It?s hard to tell time around here. You sort of start to lose track of it after awhile.?

?You always get up before dawn to sit on the beach in silence and then take food from a strange man you barely know or is this a new development for you??

?I always get up early, yes, but the beach part is new. And the food from strange men is a fairly new development.? She shrugged with a smile. ?It?s a good one, though. Don?t you agree??

Boone stood about ten feet away and watched Charlie and Greer. He didn't try to hide his anger or frustration as he glared at them. He watched while Greer laughed at Charlie again before stomping back into the jungle.

[HobbitLuvr]

((Okay, here's the deal. It's 12:20 in the A.M. and I'm a little out of it. :unsure: I had the next chapter(s) of the story with me when I sat down in front of the computer and now I can't find them. :angry: So, nothing new today. *sighs* I'll have to see if I can find them and if not, I'll write something up before next week, which as we all know, is when I'll be back. :) Until then, I hope you guys like what you've read so far. And if not, I may not like the criticism, but I'll take it in stride. So feel free to let me have it at any point. I know there's not a lot of Boone fans (:wub:) here, but bear with me and I hope it'll be worth it anyway since this has become a Boone-centric-ish kind of fanfiction. *takes a deep breath* And now I'm done rambling and will use this time to search one last time for those :@#$: pieces of paper.))