A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Here's another chapter, I'm so sorry for the long wait! It was a bit difficult for me to write this completely in Desmond's POV, but hopefully I did okay. This is mostly a filler chapter, I actually really hate it!

Dreams and flashbacks are in Italics. You'll be able to tell the difference.

Time to Let Go:

Desmond rose early that morning. No matter what Jack said, no matter whether they hated him or not, he was determined to give his most sincere apologies to Charlie and Claire. He couldn't live with having someone actually want to kill him.

Thinking that Jack would probably know what he was up to, Desmond did not ask him where Charlie and Claire were, though he would most likely be the one to know. Instead he approached Hurley.

"Hey Hurley, do ye know were Charlie and Claire have gone?" Asked the Scotsman.

Hurley turned and did a double take. "Dude! I know you got in a fight with Charlie yesterday, but I thought you would have been the winner, you being more macho and all!"

Desmond resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could just imagine what he looked like; a black eye, a fat lip, maybe a cut cheek from Charlie's ring.

"Yeah, welll, I wasn' the winner of the fight. Now, do ye know where they 'ave gone?" He repeated irritably.

Hurley shook his head. "Nah, dude, sorry. Me and Charlie haven't been talking much lately. I haven't been getting along with Claire too much either..." Hurley looked upset. Charlie had been his best friend up until a few days ago and he had always liked Claire.

Desmond nodded absentmindedly. "Right. Well, if ye see them let them know I'm lookin' for 'em."

Without waiting for an answer Desmond left. He wasn't sure that Hurley really would inform Charlie and Claire of this if he saw them, but he wasn't going to stand there and pester the man when he could be apologizing to Charlie and Claire.

Desmond scanned the beach but he didn't really think that the couple would be there. He was right, the Aussie and Englishman were no where in sight.

As he passed Desmond noticed that the inhabitants of the island were staring. They were probably just curious as to how he'd gotten his cuts and bruises, but they're glances still unnerved him. Was it possible that they knew about his flashes? Was he really so obvious?

Ye're bein' ridiculous, Desmond chided himself, How could anyone know? It's not like ye went aroun' shoutin' it to the heavens.

Finally, after hours of searching through the jungle, Desmond came across a clearing filled with purple flowers. And lying among these flowers were none other than Charlie and Claire.

Desmond approached the two of them warily. Neither of them glanced up until he cleared his throat nervously. Then all of a sudden Claire's all ready incredibly round eyes widened.

Charlie asked her what was wrong in a murmur and when she responded he jumped to his feet. "What are you doing here?!" He spat venomously. "I figured you weren't so dumb that you would come back after I clearly told you that you weren't wanted."

Claire sat up, watching the two of them with a concerned glance. "Charlie," She whispered, reaching for his hand. She looked afraid of Desmond. He resented that.

Charlie turned his head. "It's all right, Claire. I'll take care of him." He glared at the Scotsman.

Desmond sighed. "I guess I deserved that one," He muttered.

"You think?" Bit Charlie sharply. His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles had turned white.

"I came here to apologize."

"Keep it. You don't care."

"I do care! I do!"

"Yeah right!" Claire snapped suddenly. She had gathered her courage and pulled herself to her feet so that she was standing before Charlie, her hands on her hips. Her voice softened. "How could you betray us that way, Desmond? How could you let my...baby...die?"

Charlie wrapped his arms around Claire's shoulders as she turned to sob into his chest. "Do you see what you've done? Do you not see how much you've broken her?"

Desmond shuddered. The guilt was clawing at him and making him feel as if he had swallowed a brick that had fallen with a thud to the bottom of his stomach. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I did all I could."

Charlie stared coldly. "I don't believe that. I do believe that you didn't mean to kill Aaron, but I do not believe that you did all you could have. You should have told us!"

Desmond surged with frustration. He needed to make sure that Charlie would not ignore his warnings about the flashes just because he hated him. He needed to keep the two of them, Charlie and Claire, safe. He owed them that much.

"Listen to me! I don' care whether ye like me or not, I'm sorry and now I need to keep ye both safe! Charlie, did ye tell Claire about my visions?"

Charlie spoke grudgingly. "...Yes."

"Are ye goin' to follow the plan we made to keep ye both safe or not?"

"Do I look like I want to die? Yes, you will be keeping Claire safe." Charlie scowled as he said this.

Normally Desmond would have retorted snarkily to a comment like this, but he didn't want to make Charlie even more angry. "Yeah, I will. Now ye know the rules; no swimmin' alone, no walks through the jungle like this one, and no more Heroin. Ye got that?" Desmond gave Claire a meaningful look.

"Yeah, we've got it. Now let's get out of here, and then don't expect us to be speaking to you again."

A/N: I really hate the way this chapter turned out, but it's 3:00 in the morning so I'm quite tired. Please review!

xox Sacha