[firebreathingfishies]

This was literally written in ten minutes. Which means it's crap. I'll actually make more of an effort later I'm not sorry

[Day Two]

[9.01am]

[Sayid approaches the garage just as Charlie throws the last fangirl body on the furnace]

Sayid: Charlie, were you working all through the night?

Charlie: [exhausted] Yes I bloody well have been working all through the night! There were over two hundred fangirls out here y’know! You know for a fact Sawyer always attracts them in hoards!

Sayid: [looks around] Well good work, Charlie. Although you have some fangirl on you.

Charlie: [looks at the piece of sludge on his shoulder and grimaces] Oh bloody hell…

[Sayid enters and heads straight for his desk. Desmond is still lying unconscious off to one side, an empty tin of paint stripper beside him.]

Sayid: Well Charlie, hopefully we shan’t have as busy a day as we had yesterday. I think we had most of the cast visit us so perhaps we will have a break of sorts.

Charlie: I bloody hope so. I’m knackered Sayid! I haven’t slept in a week! I haven’t eaten for two bloody days!

Sayid: You will eat when it’s necessary.

Charlie: And when the sodding hell will that be?

Sayid: When you cannot mop anymore.

Charlie:

[The door opens suddenly and in wanders Mister Eko. He is moving slowly and looking around like he has never seen the interior of a building before]

Charlie: Oh, hey Mr Eko.

[Eko looks at him like he didn’t even know he was there, and then carries on wandering around]

Sayid: Is there something we can help you with, Eko?

Eko: I’m thinking.

Charlie: Ooookay.

[They watch Eko as he wanders around. Eventually, he reaches Desmond and kneels beside him. He pulls out a large Bingo pen and proceeds to draw a cross on Desmond’s face]

Charlie: Uh… what are you doing, mate?

Eko: [looks up and grins weirdly] I am marking the ones that I like.

[Sayid and Charlie look at him in bewilderment]

Eko: That will be all [he turns and leaves]

[Sayid and Charlie look at each other]

Sayid: It is going to be one of those days, isn’t it?

Charlie: …….

Jack: [voice floating up from his room below the garage] Why doesn’t anyone love meeeeee??! [sobs]