Disclaimer: NONE OF LOST BELONGS TO ME

sobs bloody hell I wish it did though…

A/N: Ok I hardly ever write Lost fics but I ADORE the show so it must be said that Charlie and Sawyer are the most funny best characters ever… excluding Hurley who is just fabulous.

So my fic is based on former.

This is after the baby has been born, because I'm in Britain as far as I know the baby is still called turnip head because we are barely past Boone's death here, so sorry.

Enjoy

Claire walked carefully along the beach, her bare feet finding the soft warm sand between her toes comfortable, her stomach now empty of the child she had been trying to protect for so long, Kate had been right about it knowing how she felt.

She prayed the child knew how much she loved it, although just for a few hours sleep she had left it with Charlie. A small grin crept across her face, she trusted Charlie, he made her feel safe and he made her smile. She knew the baby would be safe with him, even if he did call him turnip-head.

She wandered past Sawyer's tent clutching her now empty stomach just from habit, it wasn't warm anymore, there wasn't a life in there anymore, her baby was else where. It made her feel quite alone, she had always had that little somebody with her.

She heard a raised voice burst from the tent and an infant's cry and she quickly stumbled towards the tarpaulin coverings and brushed them aside to see Charlie jiggling her hysterical child while Sawyer was kneeling over him waving a magazine in Charlie's face.

"Bloody ponce." Charlie snarled.

The baby continued crying manically, Claire wanted to reach down and wrap him in her arms and make the crying stop, make the warmth around her chest return but what surprised her was as soon as Sawyer began to shout back angrily the baby's sobs subdued slightly.

"Do you want to take this outside son?" He snapped angrily at Charlie.

"Are you going to read the bloody thing or not?" Came a stubborn reply.

"What is going on here?" Claire asked utterly confused.

"Just because I wanted to show him the pictures this jackass decides to start mouthing off." Sawyer snarled throwing the magazine down and sitting sulkily.

Claire was lost, what was the point in Sawyer showing her baby pictures?

"Turnip-head doesn't like cars." Charlie said softly, glancing at Claire helplessly.

"Hey, I don't fancy reading to the kid for ever, might as well slowly wean him off my voice." Sawyer reasoned.

"Please, will one of you tell me what is going on?" Claire snapped angrily looking at both men.

"It was his idea." Sawyer replied waving his hand lazily at Charlie.

Charlie glared at his companion, then turned to Claire who looked patiently for him to explain.

"I tried everything Claire… but he just wouldn't shut up!" Charlie said helplessly jiggling the child. "Hurley even sang!" He added as a quick afterthought, which was received with a condescending snort from Sawyer, "But when Sawyer started talking he stopped. So I've been having him read stuff to him, it's made him stop crying!" He said gently lowering the baby into Claire's arms.

The child was soundly asleep, to feel the warmth over her stomach once more, she was never going to let the child go again she couldn't.

"Are you mad?" Charlie asked quietly.

"No Charlie." She grinned down at the sleeping baby, "I'm not mad."

"Thank God!" Charlie crawled over and smiled at the child too and stroked his head softly and Claire beamed up at him.

"All thanks to me!" Sawyer said slapping Charlie's shoulder happily walking out of the tent.

A/N it was a one shot, hope you like it please R&R