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Claire was gone, Charlie was depressed, nothing much more to explain in that sense. Boone had been frequently disappearing into the woods with Locke, and even though Boone irritated the shit out of me with his constant persistence to get me to speak up, this was probably pissing me off more. Where the hell was he going all that time with the world's most secretive bounty hunter? And then there was Shannon, who had lately been hanging around with Sayid a lot lately. It was as if they had forgotten I had completely existed. After Claire had been missing for about a week, Boone had been missing for an equal amount of time. Or rather, it was almost like he was missing. He was gone all morning and came back in the wee hours of the night. Finally, I got sick of waiting to find out what he was doing, and I followed him and Locke into the jungle. Charlie told me it was stupid to do at first, but with my persistence, I left anyways. I tried to stay hidden, and on more then one occasion I had completely lost sight of where they had gone. I stumbled around in the baking heat for quite some time before I could hear Boone shouting.

"Help! HELP! Somebody!"

I pushed through the thick branches and found him tied up on a log, a knife at the base of his feet. What the hell?! Was this one of Locke's sick tricks to get my brother eaten by the smoke monster that floated through these woods? Where did he get off?

"Amy! Jesus! How the hell did you find me?!"

I didn't answer. Just because I was talking to Charlie didn't mean I was going to start talking to him. Actually, Boone had been gone too frequently to even notice that I had been talking to Charlie. I was hoping nobody had anyways. Charlie would never say anything, he didn't want attention drawn to either of us. I stepped through the thick weeds and cut Boone loose, watching his eyes wander all over the place the moment he was free.

"You shouldn't be out this far!" He hissed angrily.

Excuse me? What the hell! The only reason I was out this damn far was because he was being so god damn mysterious with his new best friend John bloody Locke! I rolled my eyes and started off in a different direction, seething. Frigging asshole. I saved his life and all he could do was tell me off for following him.

"Amy wait! Hey!" He snapped, grabbing my wrist. "Can't you hear it?? Don't go that way!"

Hear what? It was dead quiet. He looked up again and his eyes went wide.

"SHANNON!" He shouted. "SHANNON I'M COMING!"

Shannon? Again, there was nothing but silence.

"Stay here!" He ordered me before racing off into the jungle.

Nope. He was gonna be an ass, I was going to disobey. I started off into the woods once again, the heat mildly cooled down by the shade of the trees looming above my head provided. As I walked, I could only keep my mind circled around how much Boone was pissing me off. Why did he have to act like this? Ever since Jude died...or he thought Jude had died, he had become this overprotective asshole freak of a brother. Shannon, of course, had become less and less helpful as she realized how big of a bitch my mother was. My mother. Did she even deserve that title? Weren't mothers the kind of people who would give an arm or a leg to take care of you? Mine wouldn't even lift a finger. Jude's mother absolutely adored me up until the time the cancer got the best of her. Then his father became an alcoholic freak that was constantly beating on Jude and his two sisters. Boone. I loved him so very much, and ever since the incident, he's just been making me hate him. Yes, I was ashamed to say it, but I was starting to hate my own brother. I hate him for making me think I hate him.

"Amy!" Charlie's voice startled me.

But then, it wasn't Charlie. I had been accustomed to just his voice so much that I heard it everywhere I went. Sayid stood up from his poistion on the ground and pulled me gently to the side.

"You shouldn't be wandering through the woods alone, not after-" He stopped.

No after what happened. Yes, it was all the same. Sayid sat me down though and handed me a bottle of water. I took it from his fingers slowly, as if to reluctant to drink it. I had seen what he did to Sawyer, I wasn't very trusting at this point in time.

"I haven't poisioned it." He said without looking up from his work.

Slowly I tipped the container back to my lips and allowed a small amount of it to travel down my throat. I thrust the bottle back at him and started forward through the jungle once again. But Sayid still had his hand clenched around my upper arm, as if to keep me in once place forever.

"Here, let me walk you back."

I pulled my arm free and pushed his hand away, glaring. I didn't need his help, I didn't need anybody's help. I was perfectly fine on my own. I had to learn how to be that way. If I couldn't help myself, then I would surely be dead. I started through the woods again, and Sayid followed close behind me. I tried to lose him several times, but he continued to find me again before I finally whirled around to face him. What was with his facisination with my family? Shannon, me, next thing you know he'll be telling off Boone. Actually, come to think of it, he had earlier this morning. Or rather, Boone had told him off for hanging around with Shannon too much. They had become rather "chummy" lately. It was kind of irritating actually.

"Look, all I'm trying to do is walk you back. It's not safe to be walking through here after what happened to Claire. Now please-"

He gestured ahead of him with an open arm, as if to be polite and let me walk first. I rolled my eyes but continued to walk anyways. Sayid was quiet for a little while, but like Charlie, he seemed to have this facisnation with trying to get me to open up to him.

"So Shannon says you haven't spoken a word in six years. Why is that?"

Jesus. Shannon couldn't keep her big mouth shut for anything could she? I bet she couldn't go one full day without saying a word.

"Oh that's right," He began. "You only talk to Charlie."

I stopped. I felt the blood drain from my face and my fingers clench tightly together into a fist. I quickened my pace and made it back to the beach in a matter of seconds. But I was out of breath so easily nowadays that I actually had to bend over and try to get in some breath.

"You alright there Moonbeam?" Came Sawyer's redneck voice as he strolled in front of me.

I was still trying to gather my breath, so I didn't have the energy to look up and glare at him.

"Oy," That was Charlie. "What are you doing?"

"I was just checking up on the kid. Calm down Frodo."

Charlie gently took my hand and pulled me away when I had caught my breath. I spent the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing but eating mangoes before heading to the caves for the evening. Boone came back late and then proceeded to go out again with Locke, who had left him tied up in the woods earlier that day. Why the hell would he go back out strolling through the jungle again with that guy? That was Boone for you. Shannon was walking and talking with Sayid while everybody else got settled in for the night. Charlie handed me my guitar almost expectantly.

"I don't really feel like playing tonight..." I said quietly, handing it back.

"Really? That's odd. You always want to play."

Listen to him, he sounds like a parent, or a brother or something. He didn't know me. Just because I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me speak didn't mean he knew when to listen.

Flashback

Boone was shaking me roughly in an attempt to help me regain conciousness. Everything was a blur. His face, the house, Shannon's panicked expression, Sabrina dialing for the police. The police, what the hell were they going to do? The police couldn't do anything.

"Amy, Amy what the hell happened here?" Boone demanded, helping me sit up.

I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead in a desperate attempt to get the throbbing to stop. Jude had been here. He really was here. I would find him, no matter what. My hands were shaking like mad, and I found it hard to breathe. Jude...I'm so sorry.

"Amy, this is really important time. You really need to say something."

I pushed Boone's hands away and struggled to my feet, gripping the couch for support. With that I turned and started up the stairs to my bedroom, closing the door quietly and sinking onto my bed. He was going to be pissed, I knew it, but he would have to get over it.

Do I have to scream for you to hear me?

End Flashback

Boone...if only he understood, if he only TRIED to understand. Jude was still alive...somewhere.

"Amy, everything ok?" Charlie asked me.

"Jude..." I sighed, placing a hand on my abdomen.

"You...want to name the baby Jude?"

See what I mean? What's the point of saying anything, if nobody was going to listen?

A/N: Sorry this chapter kinda sucked, I promise the next one will be better. And if the flashback didn't make sense to you, I promise it will later on.

Peace,

-Jackie-