Hahahaha. This was fun to write. This is, more or less, inspired by an incident that occured between two other friends and I. My friends call me Desmond, and I have a friend called Charlie and one called Kate.

Anyway, READ.

Everyone made it.

Charlie and Desmond swam down to the station, and the helicopters came and picked all of them up.

Years later, at a beach house in Los Angeles, they all get back together to mourn the loss of those lost both in the crash and on the island. Of course, they all missed each other too.

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"Charlie, give it back…"

"Nah, I think I'll keep it…show it to everyone else…"

"Give it here, brutha'!"

"Hmm…no!"

"You…you…"

Desmond lunged for the Mancurian. Charlie laughed and jumped out of the way. "C'mon, Des, it's adorable, though!" Charlie held up the object; it was a picture of Desmond dressed up in a penguin suit.

"It was an event for Charlie's preschool!" Desmond protested, reaching for the photo.

Charlie laughed. "That's not what I'm going to tell the others." He ran off, with Desmond following.

After running for some time, Charlie eventually led them into the room he was staying in.

"Charlie, give it here!" Desmond jumped again, his fingers brushing the edge of the picture.

"Too slow!" Charlie mocked. He ran for the closet. He tried to slam the door, but Desmond pressed against the door with his shoulder.

"Give…it…back!" Desmond used his strength to force the door open. Charlie ducked as Desmond reached for the picture again.

"Too slow again!" Charlie tried to move out of the closet, but Desmond blocked him again. Charlie decided to take a different approach. He charged, grabbing Desmond around the waist and trying to move the Scotsman away from the door. He assumed that Desmond would be caught off guard, but was wrong. Desmond grabbed the other man's shoulders, pushing Charlie away from the door.

Someone in the room cleared their throat. Charlie and Desmond looked up in horror at Kate, who was standing outside of the closet, with a look of concern in her eyes. The two men realized that Charlie still had his arms around Desmond's waist and Desmond was still grabbing Charlie's shoulders.

Both of them jumped apart as if electrocuted, Desmond snatching the picture from Charlie's hand as he did so. He stuffed the photo in his pocket.

Kate looked at them a moment. "They sent me to look for you…" she muttered. Desmond opened his mouth to explain. "I don't want to know!" Kate said quickly.

Kate, Desmond, and Charlie made their way back to the rest of the group, who were sitting around and talking.

"There they are!" Hurley smiled as the three survivors came back.

"What happened?" Jack asked.

Charlie and Desmond looked at each other awkwardly, and then looked at Kate, who grinned.

"Charlie and Desmond came out of the closet," she said quickly. "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Kate jogged off.

"KATE!" Charlie and Desmond yelled in unison. They turned back to the group. Claire had an eyebrow raised.

Sawyer laughed. "I always knew it, munchkin," he said.

"Shut your bloody mouth."