Catch a Falling Star

Summary: Jack and Claire discuss lullabies, their families and their childhoods.

Disclamer: I don't own Lost

A/N: I lurrrrrrrrve the fact that Jack and Claire are related. I would love it even more if they both found out. That's pretty much the reason why I wrote this fic.

Chapter 1: You All Everybody

Dear Diary,

Over a 100 days has passed and we're still here on the island from hell. Jack returned a few days ago, which has made me feel a bit more safe, and will allow Aaron and Charlie to be more safe. When Jack returned, we decided that we should make decisions together, as just like he said, we live together and die alone. Charlie is still really nervous about Desmond's visions, and I know that one day Desmond's visions really will happen, but at the moment we're focussing on right now and what we have, and that is worth far more than worrying about what the future holds.

Love, Claire xxx

"You all everybody, you all everybody" Charlie sang to a wailing Aaron, who continued squealing loudly.

"I don't think Aaron's a DriveShift fan Charlie" Jack chuckled

"That's DRIVESHAFT and I don't know any soddin' lullabies" Charlie moaned

Claire was watching the two from inside her tent, a comical expression on her face. She stopped herself from going over to the three of them and sorting Aaron out, as she knew that Charlie would be disappointed that she wasn't sleeping. Claire looked at Jack, who was starting to look embarrassed, as he ran a hand through his bristly brown hair and began to awkwardly sing:

"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,

Never let it fade away

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

Save it for a rainy day…"

Both Charlie and Claire looked on in amazement as Aaron stopped crying.

"Whoa! Thanks Jack" Charlie said "I'll go and put him in his cradle". Claire quickly wiped away tears that had found themselves on her cheek, bolted to hers and Charlie's sleeping area and closed her eyes. "It's a bloody lullaby, why the hell are you crying?" Claire told herself angrily, "No but Daddy sung it to me" Said a child-like voice in Claire's head. Claire shifted into an uneasy sleep, which involved dreams of her father, Thomas, Charlie and Aaron.

What do you think Guys? I promise it does get better, this is like a mini prologue or something. Please review even if it is the worst fic you have ever read, you can even say that if you like. Review and I'll give you a cookie:D