Disclaimer: I do not own LOST.
"No matter what I do Charlie, you're going to die brothah." Those were the words stuck in Charlie's head the rest of his sleepless night. Questions raced through his head like 'How will it happen? Or maybe he's just crazy.' But he still lay there with a very anxious feeling inside of him. He then decided to take a walk to get these thoughts out of his mind. The walk however didn't work. All he got out of it was even more paranoia. Frustrated by this he just sat down in the sand next to the fire and began to sob uncontrollably. He was sobbing so loudly he didn't hear the foot steps behind him.
"Charlie, what's wrong?" asked Claire as she sat next to him with a sleeping Aaron in her arms.
"Sorry luv, let me just regain my composure." he said as he wiped the tears from his face. Claire also began to wipe away his tears as well when she said, "It's okay to cry Charlie. Let it out"
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I tend to get this way when I drink too much"
"When you drink too much?" she asked confusedly.
"Hurley, Desmond, and I found a bottle of whiskey and we drank all of it." he said as he subconsciously began to stroke her hair. Claire then leant against his chest and tilted he head toward him and kissed him. This kiss was much longer than the first one and much more passionate. They were interrupted when Aaron started wailing.
"He always does this at the most inconvenient times." she sighed. "I have to go feed him, but I'll be right back"
"I'll be waiting right here for you luv."