Breakfast Conversations {Miles}

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte yawned and grabbed the box of cereal from the cabinet above her head, nearly falling over because she had to stand on her tiptoes to get it. It was Daniel's cereal, but she had taken a liking to it so he had been forced to shove it back in the cabinet where she couldn't reach. Unfortunatley for him, he had apparently never heard of a step ladder.

Replacing the stepladder in the corner of the kitchen, she pulled a bowl from the next cabinet and grabbed milk from the fridge, yawning again. She felt as if she was going to collapse from exhaustion. She was surprised she even managed to get herself dressed correctly this morning. Dumping the flakes into the bowl, she replaced the cereal box back in the cabinet nad poured milk over them before putting the gallon back in the fridge.

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, she flopped down at the small table and pulled the cup of coffee to her. Charlotte ached to be back on dry land - the island had been better than being stuck on this Freighter - and the water was really getting to her. She often found herself awake late at night, out on deck and trying to force herself to sleep. She was pretty sur she hadn't even gotten an hours sleep. Besides, she was worried about the fact of what she and Daniel had figure out yesterday - the Freighter was going at a much slower speed than it should have been going, even if the dials in the Bridge said they were going the same speed since they left the island.

By Dan's calculations, he had figured they'd be in Los Angeles by the end of today. Charlotte doubted they would, but one could only hope. She wanted to sleep in an actual bed, and not on some hard matress in a rather small room. She was positive she was going to have a case of claustrophobia from now on. Sighing, she took a bite of cereal.

[kessel2270]

Miles walked into the kitchen feeling rather pissed off. He was pissed off at this stupid island and Benjamin Linus. Miles wanted his 3.2 million dollars that he had never gotten. That is what pissed him off the most.

He walked to the fridge, past the table where Charlotte was sitting and threw open the door. He snatched the jug of orange juice off one of the shevles and closed the door. He walked over to the cabinet where the cup where and took a cup.

He poured himself some orange juice and stowed the jug back into the fridge. This time not bothering to throw open any doors. He turned around and noticed Charlotte sitting there for the first time since he walked in.

"Hey, Charlotte." Miles managed to say softly ignoring all his anger that was still boiling inside of him. With cup of juice in hand he took a seat across from Charlotte. Trying his best to hide his anger.

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte didn't look up at Miles when he came in, nor did she look at him when he spoke. Taking a drink of coffee, she took another bite of cereal, chewed, and swallowed before answering him, her attention finally going to him.

"Hey Miles." She greeted in response. She could literally sense teh anger radiating from him. A smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. She quickly hud it by taking a drink of coffee. Unfortunatley, she choked on the hot liquid and began a coughing fit.

"Something got your bloody knickers in a knot then?" She questioned after she recovered from coughing, looking back up at him. Her English accent was noticable, but she ignored the fact as she took anotehr bite of cereal. She was going to have to steal Daniel's cereal and hide it for herself. This stuff was good.

[kessel2270]

Miles took a seat and placed his cup on the table in front of him. He crossed his arms, laying one on top of the other and looked down at the table. It was a while before Charlotte responded to his greeting. Miles watched as she took a quick sip of coffee and had a caughing fit.

Miles had to arch an eyebrow as he he watched her cough uncontrollably. When the coughing died down, Miles listened to what she said about him. "No. My knickers aren't in a bloody knot." Miles responded sarcastically. Miles took a small sip of orange juice and placed the cup back down, his anger subsiding.

"Enjoying your happy flakes, are we?" Miles asked, again a slight spur of sarcasm in his voice as he talked. Miles took another sip of orange juice, this time a longer one draining half of the small glass. He placed the glass back onto the table as he watched Charlotte take another spoonful of cereal.

[Charlotte Lewis]

"Well then what the hell is your problem, ghostbuster?" She questioned. Charlotte smirked. She enjoyed annoying Miles, and had done it the entire trip. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, this time being careful as she took another drink of coffee. Her elbows rest on the table with her chin in her free hand as she held her spoon with the other.

"Why yes, mine - Daniel's happy flakes are quite good." She responded in a fake happy tone. She rolled her eyes and glanced down at the newspaper that was laying on the counter. She reached over and grabbed it, her eyes scanning the front page. It was in French, but she could understand it. The headline was still the same: Oceanic Flight 815 found with no survivors. She snorted, tossing it back onto the counter.

That was a complete lie, considering there were 815 survivors currently passed out asleep in their cabins aboard the Freighter, waiting to get back to Los Angeles. She took another bite of cereal and glanced at Miles, her gray eyes focusing on him for a moment before she turned back to her cereal.

[kessel2270]

Miles had to force a smirk himself. "You want to know what my problem is? Ok. I'll tell you what it is." Miles tone was now dripping with anger again. Hell, he felt his anger boiling up inside him again. She had called him 'Ghostbuster'. Maybe that sparked his anger inside him for the second time today.

Miles leaned an inch toward Charolette as he began to talk again. "My problem are these 'Oceanic 815 ghosts'." Miles let this sink in for a bit. A few seconds passed before he spoke up again. "Explain something to me." Miles said this as he pulled the newpaper toward him and held it up.

Miles, with one hand, held the edge of the paper and showed the front page to Charlotte. With his other hand he angrily poked the front page with his pointer finger. "How on god's green messed up Earth are there two freakin Oceaninc 815's? HM? One was found with ALL of the passengers dead. The other? Well. Let's have a celebration parade. They're ALIVE ON ISLAND NOBODY CAN FIND!."

Miles slammed the paper back down. As the paper thudded onto the table, Miles followed up with slamming his hand onto the newspaper. "How..." Miles raised his hand in the air as if he was going to punch somebody. But instead, he was trying to force down his anger as he stopped himself quietly and slowly in mid-sentence.

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte set down her spoon and leaned forward an inch to listen to Miles story on why he was in such a pissy mood. She leapt back as he shouted, nearly flipping over the back of her chair. Instead, she grabbed the table and only managed to stop herself. Straightening up, she looked at him.

"Miles, look at me and listen up." She stated firmly, leaning across the table and crossing her arms. "First off, you know how much money Linus has, or else you wouldn't have skipped off to ask for 3.2 million. Second, stop and think about it for a moment. This man has as many resources as Widmore."

Charlotte paused, staring at him for a moment with cool gray eyes before continuing. "That Oceanic Flight 815 wreck," She said, pointing to the paper. "Is a fake." She grabbed the paper and unfolded it, pointing to the picture on the bottom of the first page. "This is a picture of the pilot. Don't you remember what Frank told us? Frank was supposed to be flying, but he was too bloody snockered to do it. Instead his good buddy did it. This guy," She paused, glancing down at the picture. "Always wore his wedding ring. This corpse isn't."

She stopped again to allow that to sink into Miles' brain. "Linus obviously staged it so no one would come looking for the survivors and find the island. That's what Widmore sent us out here for. It's not like we're on some freakin' cruise ship having a party and sailing in the damn Caribbean!"

[kessel2270]

Charlotte was right. No doubt. Miles forced himself to calm down and leaned back in his chair, blowing air out slowly through his mouth. "Still." Miles said a little quietly then he wanted. "This is a crap mission and everybody knows it." Miles opened his eyes and took another small sip of his orange juice.

Ben was a pscyopath. Every second Miles spent on that damn island he learned that. Every minute he spent on that island.. he wanted off. Being on the ship and off that island didn't help matters very much. Miles couldn't explain it. At least he was back with friends and people that he could trust.

This brought another thought to mind. They had one of the Oceanic survivors on board. What was his name again? Sawyer? Yeah, that was it. Eager to change the subject to something else rather than Ben, Miles asked about this Sawyer person. "Isn't there one of the Oceaninc passangers on our ship?"

The nod that Charlotte gave him answered his question. "Mind if I ask why he is here? Because I seem to be left out in the dark. Again." Miles hated being left out in the dark. Miles crossed his arms after taking another sip of orange juice.

[Charlotte Lewis]

"Yes, it will be good to be back on dry land once and for all. If I see ocean again, it'll be too soon." She muttered in agreement, grabbing her bowl and standing, crossing to the sink to rinse it and the spoon out.

Charlotte hoped Ben would be killed on that island, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. After all, he had lived on it since he was a kid, according to the files they had been given about him. She sighed and snatched a dishtowel from the drawer and dried the bowl and spoon for a mometn before replacing them in the cabinet.

Charlotte crossed back over to the table and grabbed her coffee cup, filling it up and taking a drink as Miles spoke. Instead of sitting back down, she turned and leaned against the counter near the coffee pot, staring at Miles intently.

"Actually, there are 12 of them aboard this ship right now. Jack Shepard, Claire Littleton, Sayid Jarrah, Kate Austen, John Locke, Sawyer Ford, Sun Kwon, Jin Kwon, Hurley Reyes, Desmond Hume, Rose Henderson, and Bernard Nadler." She replied almost lazily. They were the survivors they had picked up back at camp, plus the ones they had taken from the Barracks to bring them back.

[kessel2270]

Miles shook his head from side to side. "See. I didn't know there were 12 of them on board. Are we giving them happy flakes for breakfast?" Miles said a little angrily as he stood up, draining his glass of juice. He walked over to the sink and placed the cup on the counter beside it.

Miles opened the fridge again and took out a bag of bread. He untied the front end and took out two slices. He tied the front end of the bag up and tossed it into the back of the fridge. The bag collided with the back and fell to the shelf, knocking some other items on their side. Miles walked over to another counter to where the toaster was.

He inserted both slices into the slots and pushed down on the lever. The slices slid into the toaster and began to heat. Miles turned back around to face Charlotte. "So. There are 12 of them on board. You know what? I don't feel like talking about Oceanic anymore." A quick pause followed that. "It troubles me." Miles face turned into a sarcastic, helpless-fake look.

[Charlotte Lewis]

"No, the happy flakes are mine.......... and Daniel's." She muttered, crossing her arms and setting her coffee on the counter. "But mostly mine."

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she watched miles just toss the bread back in. She went to the fridge and set up the thigns he had knocked over, for fear of them spilling. "Do men not know how to put things away properly? Bloody hell...." She trailed off, shutting the fridge and going back to her place near the counter. This time she pulled herself up to sit on the counter, her feet dangling and almost touching the floor.

"Yes, there's 12." She nodded, taking a drink of coffee. "And if it bothers you, then we'll stop. What do you want to talk about or do you wish to eat your toast first?" She asked. Charlotte had never really liked toast, so she wrinkled her nose, making a face.

[kessel2270]

Miles crossed his arms as he said one word in response to Charlotte's comment about the cereal. "Super." Sarcasm still there. Miles looked down at the dirty floor. Miles just wanted to get as far away from this island as possible. Then maybe, just maybe his sarcasm would go away. If Miles wasn't so angry, his face muscles would form a smile. His sarcasm would never go away.

Miles looked up again to watch Charlotte open the fridge door and start to clean up the mess that he had made. "Let me think. Do I know how to put things away properly?" Another short pause followed this. Miles gaze settled on Charlotte's face. Sarcasm in his eyes. "That is something that you ask a toddler. And don't say I am one because I didn't put the bread away properly." Miles waved his hands on either side of him as he said this.

"Doesn't matter to me if I finish my toast first." The toaster pinged. Miles turned around to face it. He pulled the toast out of the toaster and grabbed a plate from the cabinet. He went back to the fridge and opened the door. Miles grabbed the butter without saying anything and walked back to his toast to butter them. "Actually. We can do both. We can talk and I can eat. Does strike your fancy?" Miles said as he finished buttering his toast and turned back around.

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte rolled her eyes at Miles again. "Sarcasm is the first language you learned as a child, wasn't it?" She asked with a sigh, using the hair tie around her wrist to tie her hair back into a ponytail and out of her face. She looked at Miles as he strode past her to get his btuter.

"Toddler." She grinned. "To me you're one because you act like it half the time. That's why I don't like it when they give you guns." She mumbled, finising off her coffee. She repeated her actions like she had done with the bowl, doing the same with Miles' empty glass. She placed both back in the cabinets.

"What every you say, ghostbuster." She smirked, knowing she was probably ticking him off again. "So, can you actually talk to ghosts, or is it like those television shows where it's all a complete hoax?" Charlotte questioned him as she turned to the tall cabinet that was the pantry.

[kessel2270]

Miles took a bite of his toast before responding to Charlotte's first question. "I picked sarcasm up in later years. When I became a spiritual healer." Miles was never a spritual healer. Miles just said that for the hell of it. He took another bite of his toast. He placed the half-eated slice of bread on the plate.

"Wait. You don't like it when they give me guns?" This caused Miles to place the plate on the counter behind him. Looking back up at Charlotte he came up with a counter. "At least I know how to use them. Point and shoot. You use them as clubs. That's not what their made for." Miles shook his head as he finished his sentence and picked up his plate again.

Miles took yet another bite and finished his first slice. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve to wipe away any butter on his face. "I can talk to the dead. How do you think I found out who really killed Naomi?" Naomi was a personal friend to Miles. He was upset when he had to neel down next to her corpse to read what happened.

[Charlotte Lewis]

"Spirital healer. Right." She muttered, her voice slightly muffled by the fact that she was facing the opposite direction, looking for something in the pantry. She muttered something to herself underneath her breath.

"I know how to use a gun. I used it as a club because I didn't want to kill her." She retorted, finally finding what she was looking for. Turning, she closed the pantry doors and pulled herself back up onto the counter to sit, placing the pack of Oreos next to her as she grabbed several, popping one of them into her mouth.

Charlotte remained silent and simply shrugged as Miles talked about Naomi. "I had the distinct feelign Naomi never liked me, you know?" She said, taking a small bit of another Oreo cookie. She sighed and leaned her head against the cabinet connected to the wall behind her, looking over at Miles. "Still, I prefer my job over the job of ghostbuster."