I came up with this story idea last night. I know I'm in the midst of writing 'Better Than Paradise' but don't fret, I will be updating 'Better Than Paradise' every time I update this story. This story is going to be shorter, maybe only 5-7 chapters long. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'Lost' nor do I own the actors from it. Although I wouldn't mind owning Dom.

Chapter 1

It had been a week since Charlie had lost Claire. He was scared for her life…and the baby's. The thoughts that were racing through his mind kept scaring him.

Since Jack and Kate saved him, he pretty much kept to himself. The only interaction he allowed himself to have with another person was when Jack dressed the wounds on his neck or when Kate brought him food. Kate would also sit and talk with him, but he didn't feel like talking much.

He sat in the cave most of the day, either playing his guitar, daydreaming and thinking, or looking at all of Claire's things. He couldn't stop thinking about her…what Ethan was doing to her. Charlie shuddered at the thought.

Charlie's thoughts were broken when he felt a presence at the door to the cave. He turned from Claire's things to see Kate standing there with food.

"Here you go Charlie," she said setting the food down.

"Thanks," Charlie said softly and sat next to the food. Kate stood at the entrance as she watched Charlie pick at the food.

"You need to eat Charlie," Kate replied. Charlie stared up at her. "Claire wouldn't want to see you like this."

"Like what? Suffering? Come on Kate! Claire is the only girl who's ever given a bloody hell about me! I love her! Can't you see that? My heart is broken! This hurts so much worse than the damn withdrawal!" Charlie complained.

Kate looked at the once stable man who had now turned into a broken-hearted, suffering man who just wanted the woman he was meant to be with.

"Charlie," Kate said.

"No, don't try to help me Kate. This is something I have to deal with on my own," Charlie replied. Kate nodded and turned to leave.

Charlie scrunched his eyes closed and placed his head in the palm of his hand. For the past week he had been trying his hardest to remember what happened.

He tried to protect Claire but there was no use. Ethan and another man tied them up and dragged them to only God knows where. Charlie remembers Claire was tied at her hands and a gag put in her mouth so she couldn't scream. Charlie had managed to untie his wrists and leave a trail with the tape on his fingers. He was so glad he had been in the boy scouts when her was younger and they taught him how to set up a trail. Unfortunately for him, Ethan caught him and set up a dummy trail when he dropped the 'A'. He prayed that whoever was out searching for them would follow the correct trail. Charlie then decided to leave the trail still and left the 'T' in hopes they would find it. That was all Charlie remembered because that was when Charlie was knocked out. But, Charlie left out one detail. He didn't tell Jack he woke up in some sort of underground shelter.

It was damp, dirty, and smelled horrible. Charlie had woken up on the floor. He spotted Claire on this makeshift bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied together. Charlie had untied her ankles and was almost done with her wrists when Ethan caught him. The last thing he remembered was being taken away and a gag put in his mouth. His last visions were of Claire struggling and screaming 'NO!' before everything went black.

Charlie lifted his head out of his hand and looked at the 'E' still attached to his hand. He ran a finger over it and then looked over at Claire's things. He noticed her diary sticking out of the top.

Charlie reached for it and hesitated opening it. He knew never to read a girl's personal thoughts. But something tempted him to read. He opened to the last entry and read.

'Dear Diary,

I'm scared and nervous. No one believes me about my nightmares, they all think I'm crazy. Even Charlie does even though he says he doesn't. He's trying to make a big joke about it when he knows it hurts. I guess that's just his way of healing. It's kind of cute really. He wants to be my friend, and I want to be his, but it's just so difficult. If he only knew what Thomas did to me. I just need to take some time to get use to another man right now. I want to take things very slow. Maybe I should talk to him about it. I mean he is the only person on this island that would ever want to be the pregnant girl's friend. Maybe it's because we're just both outsiders. Trust me, I am going to try harder to be his friend. Trust me.

Love, Claire'

Charlie sighed and put the book down. That was written on the day they were kidnapped, right before she went into false labor and he had helped her. He looked at the book again. All her confessions were written in there. It reminded him of when he went to confession. He then picked the book back up again. He took the pen up and opened to a new page. It was time for his confession.

'Bless me Father, for I've sinned,

I went back on my word; I couldn't take care of her. I've let the most important thing in my life slip through my fingers so easily. I really hate myself right now; I should've fought so much harder. If I can't keep her safe, how am I ever going to keep anyone safe? It pains me to see that I am useless, Liam was right. I've done some bad things in my life, but never this bad. Claire is the first girl I've ever loved and actually wanted to talk to instead of trying to get her into bed. Just, please, keep her safe. Keep the baby safe and I'll pray for them every night until they return safe, and unhurt or undamaged. And I will search for them with or without help. I just want Claire to know I love her.

Amen, Charlie'

Charlie sighed and placed the diary down. He returned it to a safe place in her bag. As he was digging through it his hand fell on something hard. He lifted it out of her bag and saw it was the peanut butter. Charlie felt tears come to his eyes as his shaking hands grasped the jar. Hot tears ran down his cheeks and sobs rang through his body as he held the jar close to his chest. He cried himself to sleep that night wishing him and Claire could eat peanut butte once again.