A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, been busy like usual. I've been having a writer's block as well, but I figured I owed you guys an update at some point. So, here's an update!

I couldn't move, my feet felt like they were nailed to the floor. There was Charlie, just standing there, his eyes sunken and dark, and the hood pulled over his head. I didn't want to talk to him, I really didn't want to hear anything he had to say. I was still completely mad at him for trying to kidnap Aaron, even if he did believe it was for a good reason. That still did not give him the right to act like that. And then the drugs...who could forget the drugs? From the looks of it, he was still taking them. But he just stood there, waiting for me to walk with him.

I would feel a lot better if I knew what he wanted to say, but right at this moment, I hadn't a clue. Sighing, I walked slowly toward him and he led the way back outside. We stood by the door, and several feet part. At least he had enough sense to know to stay out of my arms reach. I finally had to sit down on a log; my legs still not what they were supposed to be. Charlie took a seat a few inches away on the ground beside me and lowered the hood from his head. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again.

"Charlie, just say what you need to say and have done with it. Because quite frankly, I'm really not in the mood for talking. I've got a lot I need to figure out."

"Look I just..." He stopped again, seemingly to try and find the right words. "I just...I need to...oh, bloody hell. Why is this so hard?"

I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my eyes with my fingers. I wished he would just spit it out already so I could go back to trying to figure out who the hell this Henry guy really was. But all Charlie could do was babble, he would start trying to say something, and then just curse quietly under his breath. Finally, I got to my feet again and glared at him.

"It was pointless of you to try and come to talk to me if you had nothing to say. I can think of several things that you could've spat out, but instead, you just choose to sit here and babble. And I'm tired of waiting. So until you can decide on what really should be said, stay away from me. Ok?"

Bitterly, I started walking back toward the camp with Charlie following close at my heels. He made several more attempts to try and say something to me, but every time he failed I just wanted to scream. I whirled around just at the outskirts of the camp.

"Enough Charlie!" I shouted, one hand holding my stomach, and the other pointed right in his face. "If you can't think of the words, I'll say them for you. How about, 'I'm so sorry that I lied to you Amy, and I'm sorry I tried to kidnap and drown Claire's baby. I'm sorry I got you to trust me and then just pulled it all out from under your feet because I couldn't just stay away from my fucking drugs'! Am I anywhere close?"

"Now hang on a second!" He finally got the words to come out. "I...am not...using!"

"Here come the lies again!" I retorted.

"Jesus," Sawyer came cutting through the bushes. "Why don't we give you two a pair of blow horns? I don't think they quite heard you in China."

"Bugger off." Charlie muttered under his breath.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that Short Round." Sawyer turned to look at me. "Everything alright here Moonbeam?"

"And you know what else Charlie? Why the hell would you bother trying to get me to trust you when you were just going to lie to me ALL over again?" I continued shouting, ignoring Sawyer.

"I didn't lie! I'm not lying! God damn it Amy!" Charlie yelled back.

"Whatever! Stay away from me!"

I started to walk away when I suddenly felt him grab my wrist. I tried to turn around and glare at him when he tugged while I was turning. My wrist made a sound like a crack and instantly pain shot up my entire arm. I let loose a cry and fell back on the ground, cradling my wrist. Charlie, his eyes widening with shock, started apologizing and swearing at the same time. I shut my eyes and tried to slow the pain in my wrist when I heard a familiar sound. Looking up, Sawyer was punching Charlie in the face and stomach, knocking him to the ground.

"You think you were being funny you little asshole?"

"Sawyer!" I yelled through gasps of pain. "Stop it!"

Sawyer instantly ceased what he was doing and got right down on the ground next to me. He gingerly took my wrist from out of my grasp and felt around the area, trying not to be too hard.

"Damn." He cursed, turning to Charlie. "Get off your ass and go get Jack!"

Charlie, with blood pooling out his nose and a sort of stunned expression on his face, just stood there, watching.

"Did I stutter or something? GO FIND JACK!"

Charlie bolted through the jungle as fast as his legs would carry him. I was in so much pain that I didn't even take notice that Sawyer had suddenly been very protective of me. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting the blood as it rolled across my tongue from my lip.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of that little hobbit when he gets back here." Sawyer cursed, turning his head around so he could get a better look at my wrist.

"It was...an accident." I replied through tightly clenched teeth.

"An accident? He probably broke your god damn wrist and you're defending him?"

"Well...I should've listened...to what he had to say."

"Jesus you're such a confusing person. You're angry at him when he doesn't do anything to you personally, but when he breaks your wrist, all is forgiven?"

When he said it, it sounded stupid. But I really couldn't be mad at him for this. It really was an accident; he was just trying to get me to listen to him, just to apologize for being a total prick. It just made more sense to me I guess in this kind of situation. I wished he would come back and we could just sit and talk.

"Why did you...hit him?" I asked when Sawyer looked around impatiently.

"Uh, because he broke your wrist? Duh?" Sawyer gave me an odd look, like I had just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"But you didn't have to punch him." I pointed out. "You did that because you were angry with him, didn't you?"

"Because he pulled on you and broke your wrist." Sawyer was glaring now, putting up those giant metal walls that he needed whenever he felt attacked...or liked.

I couldn't question him further because Charlie came running back, with Jack right at his heels. Jack dropped his bag and got down on the side Sawyer had been. Sawyer stood up, brushed the sand off his jeans, and walked away without another word. Charlie stood with his hands above his head and looked completely panicked. There was still blood coming out of his nose, which he had pointlessly wiped away on the sleeve of his hoody.

"How did this happen?" Jack asked as he continued to examine my wrist, which had begun to look purple and blackish.

I looked over at Charlie, who turned around and was still covering his head with his hands.

"I got angry and I smacked that tree. Guess I hit it a little too hard huh?"

"Sure did. But, it's not that bad, just a hairline fracture as far as I can tell. I'll make a splint for it and put it in a sling, and it should be as good as new."

He started to bandage my wrist, and Charlie finally turned around to stare at me. He was probably wondering the same thing I was...why did I protect him? Jack seemed to notice the silent conversation Charlie and I were having and he wasn't about to just let it pass. Jack was the kind of person who could just never let things be as they are, he had to nudge and prod at them until he got all the information that he wanted. It was a real pain in the ass to have to deal with, but he was the only doctor we had to work with. Now if only there had been someone else that could've been a doctor, it could've made my life so much easier...and everyone else's I'm sure. Except maybe Kate.

"So what happened to Charlie's face then?" He asked as he got the splint ready to hold my wrist in place.

"He was trying to help me ouch damn it! and I punched him in the face." I lied smoothly, biting my lip again to compensate for the pain.

"You gave Charlie that bloody nose?" He sounded doubtful.

"I carried Boone and Shannon's bodies while pregnant, I'm a lot stronger then you're giving me credit for Jack."

Jack laughed quietly and finished wrapping up my wrist.

"It should fix itself within a few weeks; just try not to put too much pressure on it. I'm not going to bother to put it in a sling, I'm sure you'll be careful with it."

"Right, sure Jack."

The moment Jack disappeared back to the hatch; I rose slowly to my feet and smiled for the first time in days...weeks even. But Charlie did not return my smile, and he looked as though he were about to cry. I could tell he felt horrible for what he had done, but in all honesty, I really wasn't that mad about it. In fact, part of me believed I had deserved it in some ways. It kind of woke me up, just saying that I really should've listened to him in the first place, and this wouldn't have happened to start out with. I reached for his hand with my good hand but he jerked his away, his eyes glassy. What the hell was he doing this for?

"Charlie, really, it's alright. If it wasn't alright, I wouldn't have told Sawyer to let up on wailing you, and I would've told Jack that you did it."

"It's NOT alright Amy. I broke your wrist!"

"It's not all that bad. I'm right-handed anyways. Plus, it woke me up. I really should've listened to you in the first place. I'm sorry."

"It's not alright Amy. I-" He was sputtering again. "I'm so sorry. I can't be by you anymore. Not until I can learn not to hurt you anymore. I really am sorry. I'm going to go pack my things and go stay by Mr. Eko. I'm really sorry."

"Charlie!"

But he walked away, leaving me standing alone in awe. How could he do that to me? I was ready to forgive him for everything and he just walks away on me and won't speak to me anymore? Why? Angrily, I wiped the tears off my cheeks and stormed back over to my tent. Once I got inside, Sawyer was sitting on the floor, looking at one of my magazines that I had taken from the plane.

"Can I help you with something?" I snapped, glaring.

"Sure can. You wanna tell me why you lied to the Doc about Thumbelina breaking your wrist?"

"You wanna tell me why you give a shit?" I retorted, in no mood for Sawyer's stupid games.

"I don't." He answered immediately, returning my glare.

"Oh please, stop pretending you don't give a shit about me. If you didn't, you wouldn't have come looking for me, you wouldn't be bringing me food all the time, you wouldn't be so protective of me."

"Now hang on just a second there chica." He got to his feet and stood just inches away from my face.

It was funny; I had never noticed before that he was only about half a head taller then me. It never made sense to me why he had been making all those wisecracks about Charlie's height until just now. I was a good head taller then Charlie...unusually tall for my age in the first place, I was just kinda used to being the same height as everyone else in my school.

Sawyer was glaring again, setting up those giant defense barriers like he usually did. I wish just for once in his life he wouldn't be so god damn frigging defensive and would just admit defeat. Isn't that what good guys were supposed to do? Bow out whenever they were cornered? But then again, Sawyer couldn't really be classified as a good guy. That could also be used to my advantage though.

"Don't ever mistake me for doing something nice. Because you know what? I'm not a nice guy; I don't feel any compassion for anything or anyone. You got that?"

"Uh-huh, sure Sawyer. Oh and by the way, don't worry about beating up Charlie for me. I won't tell anyone about it. Honest."

He raised a fist as though he was going to hit me, but I just stood my ground and stared back.

"You're really going to hit a pregnant girl Sawyer?" I grinned almost menacingly at him. "That's a real smart idea. You know what happens if you hit a pregnant girl? She either goes into early labor or kills the baby. Is that what you want...James?"

Sawyer seemed to just crawl with fury, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. He slowly lowered his fist; put pointed his index finger in my face, as though he were trying to be threatening.

"Don't ever mistake defense for kindness with me ever again? Do we have an understanding here?"

"Sure thing James. As long as you understand that I won't tolerate any more of your "fake" tough guy act. Because quite frankly, it really is getting kind of dry. Regardless or not if you believe it, every guy has feelings. Why else would you be hunting down a guy who got your mom and dad killed? You're angry, you want revenge. Trust me, I know all about revenge. So I'll make you a deal here. You stop pretending you're this big tough guy, and I'll stop pretending I don't give a shit about what you and other people have to say. Sound like a deal?"

I was just making him more and more angry, and quite frankly, I liked it. Maybe it was just because I was spiraling out of control myself, just being so close to giving birth to this baby...and...oh my god.

Today was my birthday.

Sawyer started to curse at me again, but I really didn't pay much notice. I dropped down onto the ground and thought about it long and hard for a moment. My God, it really was my birthday today. I didn't even know what today's date was, let alone my birthday. Just something, something in the back of my mind triggered the thought and the realization. I can't believe it, I just turned seventeen today, and there was no one around to celebrate it with me. Boone and Shannon were dead…and that was basically the gist of it. Nobody else would celebrate my birthday except for those two, and now they were taken out of my life. Gone before I had even hit the age of seventeen.

"Are you even listening to me?" Sawyer demanded.

"I just realized…it's my birthday today." I stammered, running a hand through my hair.

"Well la-de-fricking da, Moonbeam. You want us to throw you a party or something? Because if you haven't noticed, we're trapped on an island surrounded by all sorts of bizarre shit, and you're talking about how today's your birthday?"

"It was just a thought that came to my mind. Look whatever, just, get out of my tent Sawyer."

"I'll get out of your tent when I feel like it, I don't think I'm quite done bitching at you yet."

Even though he said that, he left the tent, closing the flap shut in a violent fashion behind him. I laid down on the ground and stared up at the ceiling. I'm seventeen today, and nearly a month away from having my first baby. How stupid was that?

Nothing happened for quite some time, Charlie left me alone as promised, and Sawyer avoided me at all costs. One day I found Sayid, Charlie, and Ana Lucia talking quietly altogether. I waddled over to them, holding my belly with two hands, including the broken one. Their conversation instantly ceased when they saw me coming, but I caught bits of the conversation that I probably wasn't supposed to hear.

"You guys are going to find Henry's balloon?" I inquired, sitting down on the edge of the table that Sayid had been building with Charlie.

Charlie had been looking a lot better lately. He ditched the hoody again, finally, and his eyes didn't seem as swollen or red. It looked as it had when he was on the road to recovery from the first time he kicked the drugs. But he still wouldn't make eye contact with me, and he refused to answer my question.

"Yes." Sayid answered me truthfully. "But you aren't coming with."

"To hell I'm not." I shot back. "I don't care what Jack says, I can't just be expected to sit around here like a good little girl and just wait for this baby to shoot out of me."

"You'll slow us down." Ana Lucia cut in. "It's a day's walk. How are we supposed to get there if you'll have to stop every two damn seconds?"

"You all forget how capable I am. I buried and carried my two dead adult siblings on my own while pregnant, you think I can't handle a little hike?"

"Absolutely not." Sayid answered. "And that's final."

"No, it's not final. Look, here's the deal. Either I go and walk with you guys, or I follow behind. I'm a pretty decent tracker, so I will be able to keep up. It's your choice."

They all looked extremely angry, but nobody said anything to the contrary. I got to my tent and grabbed a backpack and shoved a few water bottles in it. There was some extra fruit lying about, so I put those in my bag as well and I slipped on a good pair of walking shoes and some jeans. The jeans would barely fit over my swollen thighs now, and it really pissed me off. These were my favorite pair of jeans. I made it back in time to follow after Ana Lucia, who was the tail end, lead by Sayid, then Charlie after him. Of course, he had to put me by the woman who had killed my sister. I really wasn't mad at Ana Lucia anymore, the whole "everything happens for a reason" thing was sort of rubbing off on me.

We walked for several hours before Sayid declared that we should stop and take a rest. Yeah, I'll admit it, my legs hurt like hell, but I wasn't about to slow any of us down. I needed to know the truth about Henry…if I could figure out what he was really about, then maybe I could figure out why Jude wanted me to remember him. I pulled a water bottle from my bag and dumped half the contents down my throat.

"You might want to take it slow." Ana Lucia advised. "We don't know if we'll find another stream close by."

"I'm drinking for two, if we don't find another stream, I'm readily supplied." I opened by backpack wider to show her that I had three more bottles shoved in there.

She only nodded and turned back to her own bottle of water. Charlie was sitting inches away from me, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. It was making me really mad that he was avoiding me like this. Now I knew how it felt to be ignored when you really desperately wanted to talk. We picked up the pace again soon after and barely slowed down again until nightfall came back around.

We stopped for the night in a secure area, and Sayid volunteered to stay awake and keep watch over us. It was better to have Sayid not be a psycho freak like he had been after Shannon died. Charlie chose a spot close to Sayid and away from me when we started setting up beds. Angrily, I moved all my stuff so I was sitting right next to him. He sat up and looked as though he were going to move his stuff again.

"If you move again, I'm just going to follow you again. So you might as well stay put where you are and stop with this stupid act, because quite frankly, it's really pissing me off."

Charlie looked at me oddly, but did not move again. He turned his back to me and fell asleep within minutes. Ana Lucia fell asleep soon after, and Sayid even dozed off for a few minutes. Me on the other hand, I sat awake, rubbing my belly, thinking. Henry Gale….god why was this so hard to figure out? It shouldn't be this hard! It was just a name!

Suddenly, there was a hand gripping my shoulder and another hand flew over my mouth. Before I could even register my surprise and scream, the person dragged me away from the camp and into the woods, just a good distance away from everyone else. The man moved his hand away from my mouth and slowly turned me around.

I could barely make out Jude's face in the darkness, but when I could, I felt my heart take a complete nose dive into my stomach. He seemed different…manic….twisted. Kind of that look Sayid got when Jack pulled him out of the room with Henry.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream right now." I hissed at him, swallowing whatever it was that was building up in the back of my throat.

"Because I really need to talk to you. You remember those names I told you?"

"Henry Gale, Benjamin Linus, and Charles Widmore." I recited.

"Well, I need you to forget them. I need you to go back to your camp, and stay away from that man in your hatch. Stay far, far away from him. He's bad news."

"Jude, you need to explain to me what the hell is going on, because I've about had it with you."

"I really, really wish I could explain this all to you. But right now, you're just going to have to trust me. I'll find some way to explain this and make it up to you somehow, but I can't. Not yet."

"Well you're driving me absolutely nuts with this. Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that. I mean, you're treating me like I'm a five year old."

"On this island, you might as well be."

He looked down at my wrist, then back up at my face with the same expression.

"Charlie broke your wrist?"

"It was an accident." I snapped. "And anyway, how did you know? Are you watching me all the time or something?"

"Ever since you captured the most dangerous man on this island? Yes."

"What do you mean?"

"I told you, I would love to explain this all to you, but right now just isn't the time. It's too hard to try and explain it now."

"If we ever get through all of this and make it off this island, the first thing I'm going to do is punch you in the face." I grumbled. "Just so you know."

Jude laughed quietly, and it was the first honest, sincere sound I had heard from him in awhile.

"I'll even lean in so you can have a perfect shot. Now will you please go back to your camp? There are enough people there that can keep you safe."

"No, I'm not going back. I don't care if you told me to forget all those names, I refuse. They mean something, and I'm going to figure it out."

"Please, Amy…just-"

"No Jude. Now go, before Sayid wakes up and realizes I'm gone."

I started walking away when Jude grabbed my good wrist and gently pulled me back to him. He leaned in so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to react before he pushed his lips to mine. He was being very gentle, very kind, and I felt as though I could just melt right into the ground.

And then, suddenly, he was gone.

A/N: Well I hope you're all content for the time being, because this took me awhile to write! It's 8 pages long and four thousand and some words, so in nerd terms, this is the longest fanfiction chapter I've ever written. ENJOY IT AND SEND MORE REVIEWS!

Peace,

-Jackie-