Note: I don't own Lost or the characters used in this story, just borrowed them for a short bit. This is just a short drabble that wouldn't leave me alone. Hope it's enjoyed!


Amy leaves her door unlocked. Not that it would really matter if she didn't. Not that it would stop her.

She wears a white gown that her father gave her. It matches the swaying curtains in his room. Everything sways when she is around.

The wooden chair creeks and moves on it's own (rock rocking like magic). It sways too.

He is blue and she is white. But it won't always be like this.

Years and years from now, when he is a grown man, he will see this woman again. She will be younger and pregnant and dressed in all black. He will want her in a way this is only natural to him. He will want her for his own, to keep forever.

And he will take her.

Just like she takes him now. But not to keep. Never to have. Rocks and rocks the newborn, his blue eyes fixated, mesmerized.

It is a therapy for this girl. She is neither here or there, seen but unseen. She misses her son with an aching only this baby can heal.

No one will remember, but Claire and Ethan really begin like this.