Lost: Charlie Pace/Mr. Eko "Bleed"
Title: Bleed
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie Pace/Mr. Eko
Prompt: 081. Blood
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For slash_me_twice. Spoilers for Episode 22 - Three Minutes. SPOILERS If you read this and get spoiled and blame me Mr. Eko will whup you with his Jesus Stick.
"Charlie you are bleeding."
The feel of Eko's heavy hand on his shoulder is enough to make Charlie bolt up out of the chair he'd slumped in. "Bloody fucking hell! Someone ought to tie a bell around your neck!"
Eko ducked his head. "I am sorry I startled you but I saw you sitting here bleeding. What are you doing Charlie?"
"I hurt myself working on the church alright? I got all the way out here before I remembered out doctor's off playing commando. Figured I'd wait out the dizzy before heading back to the beach." Charlie pulled the dirty t-shirt away from his forehead. "That's if you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?"
"You and Locke - you hatch monkeys tend to get a might possessive over who's touching your buttons." Charlie grimaced at the pain in his head. "Got any idea where Jack keeps the aspirin?"
"You should be more careful." Eko pushed Charlie back down into the chair on his way to the bathroom. "I would not want you to get seriously hurt."
"Yeah right." Charlie drummed his fingers against the chair's arm wishing he had his guitar or maybe a pack of cigarettes... anything to take away the restlessness. "I can tell how much you give a shit Mr. 'Ooh Shiny Button'."
Eko reappeared with two aspirin cradled in his large palm. "What makes you think I wouldn't care if you were hurt Charlie? You are my friend."
"Bollocks." Charlie grabbed the pills and downed them dry. "You're just like Locke. Another wanna be saviour."
Eko's brow furled in confusion. "I don't understand Charlie. What have I done to make you so angry?"
"You lost it. We were building a church. Something good. Something real man, and you went into the jungle with Locke and came out different." Charlie twirled his finger next to his temple. "And not different in a good way either mate. Before you were all about the helping. Now it's all about that button. The button's nothing. Any moron can push a button. But build something? Create something that'll make people feel safe or loved or even pissed off or unsure just so long as they're feeling something? That's worth a hell of a lot more than some button."
Eko opened his mouth and closed it again. "I can only do so much Charlie."
"I know. That's what's fucked up. Everything you could be doing and you're sitting down here playing with a computer." Charlie started to get up again, only to have Eko push him back down. "Oi! Stop that!"
"I want to look at your wound. You can't go back to the beach bleeding like that."
Charlie forced himself to sit still, at least as still as he was capable of, while Eko cleaned the cut and applied the bandage.
"That should do." Eko pulled back.
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Charlie pulled himself up out of the chair, this time managing to stay on his feet. "I'll be seeing you."
"Charlie wait. Don't leave like this..."
"Well if you ever want to pull your Jesus stick out of your ass and start walking the walk --" Charlie grabbed the towel from Eko's hands. "You know where to find me."
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie Pace/Mr. Eko
Prompt: 081. Blood
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For slash_me_twice. Spoilers for Episode 22 - Three Minutes. SPOILERS If you read this and get spoiled and blame me Mr. Eko will whup you with his Jesus Stick.
"Charlie you are bleeding."
The feel of Eko's heavy hand on his shoulder is enough to make Charlie bolt up out of the chair he'd slumped in. "Bloody fucking hell! Someone ought to tie a bell around your neck!"
Eko ducked his head. "I am sorry I startled you but I saw you sitting here bleeding. What are you doing Charlie?"
"I hurt myself working on the church alright? I got all the way out here before I remembered out doctor's off playing commando. Figured I'd wait out the dizzy before heading back to the beach." Charlie pulled the dirty t-shirt away from his forehead. "That's if you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?"
"You and Locke - you hatch monkeys tend to get a might possessive over who's touching your buttons." Charlie grimaced at the pain in his head. "Got any idea where Jack keeps the aspirin?"
"You should be more careful." Eko pushed Charlie back down into the chair on his way to the bathroom. "I would not want you to get seriously hurt."
"Yeah right." Charlie drummed his fingers against the chair's arm wishing he had his guitar or maybe a pack of cigarettes... anything to take away the restlessness. "I can tell how much you give a shit Mr. 'Ooh Shiny Button'."
Eko reappeared with two aspirin cradled in his large palm. "What makes you think I wouldn't care if you were hurt Charlie? You are my friend."
"Bollocks." Charlie grabbed the pills and downed them dry. "You're just like Locke. Another wanna be saviour."
Eko's brow furled in confusion. "I don't understand Charlie. What have I done to make you so angry?"
"You lost it. We were building a church. Something good. Something real man, and you went into the jungle with Locke and came out different." Charlie twirled his finger next to his temple. "And not different in a good way either mate. Before you were all about the helping. Now it's all about that button. The button's nothing. Any moron can push a button. But build something? Create something that'll make people feel safe or loved or even pissed off or unsure just so long as they're feeling something? That's worth a hell of a lot more than some button."
Eko opened his mouth and closed it again. "I can only do so much Charlie."
"I know. That's what's fucked up. Everything you could be doing and you're sitting down here playing with a computer." Charlie started to get up again, only to have Eko push him back down. "Oi! Stop that!"
"I want to look at your wound. You can't go back to the beach bleeding like that."
Charlie forced himself to sit still, at least as still as he was capable of, while Eko cleaned the cut and applied the bandage.
"That should do." Eko pulled back.
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Charlie pulled himself up out of the chair, this time managing to stay on his feet. "I'll be seeing you."
"Charlie wait. Don't leave like this..."
"Well if you ever want to pull your Jesus stick out of your ass and start walking the walk --" Charlie grabbed the towel from Eko's hands. "You know where to find me."