Told you it would be a while. Free time was actually given to me today again. So, here's another chapter. Not too fond of it and it's mostly about Claire. I needed to give some additional information that needed to come later from this episode, so yeahhhhh. Enjoy!

Aaron began crying and Claire grew concerned. He had a fever and a rash; although very common conditions, Locke insisted to get Jack.

"Babies get sick, Claire." Jack said as he rubbed his eyes. Locke had just woken him up from the hatch.

"Okay, what about the fever and the cough?" Claire said quickly with concern.

"Perfectly normal." He said calmly.

"He hasn't been eating at all, and -"

"Claire, he's okay. It's probably Roseola. It's a typical virus that's common in children his age, and the rash is a sign of it."

"Okay, what if it's not?" Her patience was growing thin.

"What if he caught something really bad? Like some kind of infection." Jack looked at her quizzically.

"Infection? Where did you get that idea?"

"Rousseau was here," Adonia intervened and Claire looked guilty for not saying so earlier.

"What did she say to you?" He asked without being harsh.

"She said she knew that he was sick. Okay? That he's infected." Her harshness, however, was quite obvious.

"Claire, there is no infection. We've been on this island for two months, and no one's gotten sick. Rousseau's crazy. We're gonna let the fever just run its course. It's gonna be fine, okay? Trust me. I've gotta get back to the hatch. And I'll come back in a couple of hours and check up on him, okay?" She just stared into space. He leaned his head lower with a slight smile to look at her.

"Okay?"

"Yeah." She finally said quickly. They exchanged smiles. Jack grabbed his bag and left. Adonia knelt down in front of Claire.

"Hey, I'm sure that if there was something wrong, Jack would know." Adonia believed herself, but she also wanted Claire to believe so she wouldn't worry.

The next morning, Claire grabbed Aaron, whom was still crying, and had Adonia follow her.

"Are you sure about this? We don't really know her." Adonia was still putting her off the right shoulder peach long sleeve shirt. You could see half of her birdcage tattoo on her shoulder as well.

"I think she can help me." They approached Hurley and Libby by the shore.

"Hey." Claire said to a smiling Hurley.

"Hey guys." He said kindly.

"So, you're a shrink, right?" Claire wasn't beating around the bushes. Libby laughed slightly at the question and stood.

"I'm a clinical psychologist, but 'shrink' works too."

"Can you help people remember things?"

"I guess it depends on what you need to remember." Libby said with concern in her voice. The three women walked away from Hurley and discussed the situation. Claire proceeded to explain that the second week on the island, Ethan, the man who was an other pretending to be a crash survivor, kidnapped her along with Charlie. After the event, she doesn't remember anything. Ever since, she has been having flashes, or visions, of events that may have occurred, but she isn't sure.

Claire thought she had amnesia, but Libby explained to her that when traumatic events happen to us, we tend to switch off our memory sometimes. The memories are there, but she's just blocking them. While Claire and Libby walked away from everyone else for some privacy, Adonia wandered off. She saw Genna reading by her tent. She exhaled and sat across from her.

"Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, they do." Adonia said as Genna looked in her direction. Adonia found a stick in the sand and started picking at it.

"What happened this time? Flying monkeys?" They laughed.

"Claire has two weeks of memory that she can't seem to remember. We found Charlie hanging from a tree, seemingly dead. I can't imagine what she went through to cause that." Genna put her book down and raised her eyebrows.

"Wow. I'm not even sure I want to know." Genna took a look at her watch and scuffed. Adonia gave her a quizzical look.

"I have hatch duty soon. They've been limiting who goes down there now. It's only Jack, Locke, and myself. I don't see why they don't let you down there, but I guess Jack is still upset about the other night." Adonia still felt guilty about not listening to him.

"Why wouldn't they let me down there?" She asked realizing that she hasn't had hatch duty in a couple of days for once. She's been bored out of her mind lately.

"This stays between us. Don't even let Jack, Locke, or Sayid know that you're aware." Adonia nodded and listened attentively.

"They found a man a couple of days back, Henry Gale. He claims that he's been stuck here for four months with his wife. His hot air balloon crashed here. His wife got sick and died a month ago. They don't believe him what so ever. I'm not sure if I do or not. It's a possibility that he could be telling the truth, but he could be an other and an excellent liar. They've been keeping him locked up where the guns used to be." Adonia was in awe. She couldn't believe Jack didn't tell her. He may be upset with her, but they've grown close and informed each other about everything since the beginning. She stood up and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Genna yelled as she was still sitting. Adonia yelled over her shoulder.

"I'm going to take a walk and think this through." As she continued down the beach. She stumbled across Sawyer who was reading as well by his tent with largely framed glasses.

"I need a gun, and you don't get to ask why." He took off his glasses with a smile and set down his book.

"Well, Thelma, seeing as I got all the guns, I do get to ask why." Her face was stern.

"No, you don't." Her hands were placed on her hips as if she had authority.

"Yes, I do. Watch." He paused. "Why?"

"Just give me a gun, Sawyer." She exhaled in frustration. He held up his glasses.

"Check it out. I found a new pair of glasses damn near my prescription. You like 'em?" The prescription seemed as if he was nearly blind with their thickness. Adonia rubbed her forehead.

"Alright. I'm going into the jungle to track down Rousseau." He removed his glasses once more.

"The French chick? What for?"

"Claire thinks she knows where there might be some medicine. The baby's sick." That was a big part of the reason, but she also needed to do something useful. She figured she wasn't needed on the higher end anymore.

"Well, hell, I got medicine."

"She thinks he's really sick – as in "quarantine" sick.' Sawyer sat back against his seat that used to be apart of the plane.

"What do you think?" Adonia sighed.

"I think she's a little too worried. But she's going after Rousseau with or without me."

"No boys allowed, huh?" Sawyer looked at her innocently. She gave a weak smile and shook her head.

"Alright. What do you want? 9 millimeter or rifle?" She scanned her brain to see if she actually knew which gun was which. She knew one was small and the other big, but anything else technical about them went over her head.

After getting the gun, she grabbed her backpack filled with water and other supplies and headed towards Sun and Claire. Claire had given Aaron to Sun for her to look after. Adonia watched as Claire spoke to Aaron to calm him down. She couldn't help but to think of a life back at home with Godric and a child. A vision she had craved to come true. Claire thanked Sun and the two woman began walking.

The sun had began to set as they crossed a small creek.

"Are you sure this is her trail?" Claire asked as Adonia led the way. She always had a great sense of direction and it has come in handy since she's been on the island.

"We started at the exact spot where we chased her off the island."

"So what do you know about Rousseau?" Claire asked out of curiosity.

"Not much." Adonia said bluntly trying to concentrate on the trail.

"You spent all that time with her when you went out to "The Black Rock". You must have talked about something." Claire stepped in front of her and kept walking. Adonia was taken aback and slowed down.

"Just about her ship crashing here – her and her research team getting stranded." She started looking around to look for more clues. She knelt down by a rock, thinking she saw something.

"What happened to them?" Adonia looked up and hesitated to give Claire the real answer. She was told they got sick and died.

"They died." She felt a short answer would suffice.

"How?" Or not...

"Tracks are gone. Trail ends here." Adonia said as she stood back up. Claire walked towards her.

"Adonia, how did they die?" Claire was standing before her, in a shorter range.

"She killed them."

"What? Why – Why would she -?"

"Because they were infected." Rousseau said from the side. She stood there with her rifle behind her as usual. A rough and dirty attire, but strong.

"You believe me now, don't you?" Adonia and Claire walked towards her.

"I want you to take me back there." Claire charged after her, but Adonia stopped her.

"Back?"

"To where I scratched you." Claire had severely scratched Rousseau out of fear and defense.

"Claire-" Adonia chimed in.

"No, okay, she knows I remember." Rousseau glanced at Adonia and back at Claire.

"I remember a lot of it now. I remember the room, the medicine, a teenage girl. Okay, so don't lie to me and make out you don't know what I'm talking about. My baby is sick and you're going to take me back there to get what he needs right now." Rousseau seemed dazed and slightly afraid.

"It's not far from here."

—

It had began to rain, but the rain never bothered them since they were used to it. Rousseau stopped to look around.

"Why are we stopping here?" Claire asked with a worried tone.

"This is where you scratched me." Rousseau must have had a great memory.

"But there's nothing here."

"Where do we go next?" Rousseau asked, ignoring Claire's statement.

"Why are you asking me that? You need to tell me where to go!"

"Where is this room?" Rousseau began to raise her voice as well.

"Look, how can you be saying that? Okay, you grabbed me. That's why I scratched you; because you were taking me back to them!" Adonia stood off to the side as they were getting nowhere with the argument.

"Is that what you think? You said you remembered. That's why I brought you here." Rousseau was insulted and approached Claire.

"You lied!" Rousseau was enraged and didn't hesitate to show it. She grabbed Claire by the shoulders.

"Hey! Get your hands off her." Adonia stood next to them with a 9mm pointed at Rousseau. Claire shrugged her off and Rousseau stood in shock. She began walking towards Adonia, so she cocked her in gun to prepare herself for defense. Danielle showed no fear. She continued walking until the gun touched her chest.

"Go ahead. Please. Do it." Adonia was almost disgusted. She just walked away and went after Claire. Rousseau followed slowly in disappointment.

"There you are." Claire was standing near a strange log with three branches sticking up from it. Claire raised her hand in a gesture to silence her and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Adonia asked as she began to follow.

"I know this is it. It's here." Claire then ran down a grassy hill, but Rousseau stopped Adonia from following.

"Leave her alone." She said kindly.

"Excuse me?" Adonia snapped back. Rousseau was already on her bad side.

"Let her look."

"Look for what?" Ignoring her, Adonia followed Claire as the rain fell harder.

After a short period search, Claire found metal doors behind shrubbery. They all walked inside the Dharma marked doors and separated. Adonia found flashlights and a bunch of lockers. Inside, were ragged clothing, a fake beard, and glue. She recognized the clothing from the man that had bagged her, Tom Friendly. She continued on to an operating room. Claire is struggling to lift a cold case and yells for Adonia's help, but it was empty.

"It was in here! The vaccine was in here! Where is it? You were bringing me back here, where is it? You know where it is, don't you? Tell me! Tell me!" Claire had stopped and began remembering when she scratched Rousseau. She recalls waking up in the jungle as Rousseau approached. She cried out for Ethan to take her baby, but Rousseau tried to take her away for her protection. At the time, Claire didn't understand why Ethan was the enemy and scratched Rousseau in defense.

"You weren't trying to take me back, were you? You were trying to save me." Claire finally understood the scenario.

"I carried you back to your camp. I left you where they would find you."

"I'm sorry." Claire attempted to say, but Rousseau turned away.

"Where are you going?" Claire yelled to her.

" You're not the only one who didn't find what they were looking for." Rousseau had lost her daughter sixteen years ago and has been trying to find her ever since. She was taken by the others and thought she would be able to find her there.

The three woman walked back into the jungle, but Rousseau stopped.

"This is as far as I go."

"Your baby, was it a girl?" Claire asked before she left. Rousseau told her yes.

"Alex, Alexandra." Rousseau answered with a beautiful French accent after Claire asked for the name.

"I remember a girl, a girl with blue eyes. She helped me. She saved me, just like you did. She wasn't like the others. She was good." Tears formed in Rousseau's eyes.

"I'm sorry that you didn't find what you were looking for." She was choking on her words, trying to hold back her sadness.

"And I hope your baby's not infected. But if it is...I hope you know what must be done." Rousseau hesitated and looked at Adonia, then walked away.

—

"He looks good." Jack said with a smile as he examined Aaron by the beach.

"Fever's broken. The rash has even started to fade." Claire laughed with relief.

"Thank you so much." Jack laughed modestly and stood from the crib Locke made for the baby not too long ago.

"I didn't do anything. I'll, uh, check back in a couple of hours, okay?" She agreed and Jack walked off. Claire sat next to her baby on the bed that was also made for her. She talked to Aaron and presented a bootie she found at the medical hatch. She remembered making it for him when she was with Ethan.

"We're supposed to take care of each other, okay? You're mine and I love you."