AN: Here it is: chapter two. I hope you all enjoy but first I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed. You all rock my world.

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Now, I edited this chapter a little to fit in more with The Moth. But, alas, not everything fits in exactly so it's just a tad AU as of now, which there was really no way to avoid. And ... I'm rambling. Isn't this new...

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Chapter Two

Looking Up At Heaven

I raised my head a little and quickly said, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine," while all the while wiping my face furiously but discreetly as possible to remove the tears.

It was Claire. I knew it was Claire. No one else on the island had a voice as friendly or as beautiful as hers, and even more apparent was that no one else was Australian.

"Hey," she said softly as she walked over, holding her pregnant stomach as she moved. I raised my head fully from my hands just so I could see her. Somehow even just seeing Claire was reassuring to me. She was like an angel in our midst, a beautiful, caring angel. I remember when I first talked to her that I had actually been surprised that she didn't have white feathery wings coming out of her back.

I often find myself just staring at her like some kind of mindless idiot. I just can't believe how ... nice she looks. Her golden hair hangs scraggily from having gone so long without washing it; it's still beautiful. Her pleasant face; tanned and soothing to see is always beautiful. Her thin body (despite her pregnant belly) and long, strong limbs are good-looking. But most remarkable of all is her stomach that holds a new life. I've never really thought about pregnant women before ... I mean what's actually going on in there. It's amazing. There's actually a new human that's growing from the nutrients and things she gives it. It's just ... wow.

She'll make a wonderful mother.

"Hey," I said back, finally returning to my bloody senses. "How're you?"

"I think you should be the one answering that question," she said. It was nice how she said it; not demanding or harshly. She said it like she actually was interested, like she actually really wanted to know.

I wanted to tell her the truth.

I wanted to tell her how damn much I was thankful she was there, how I was about ready to snap without my drugs, how much I wanted to punch Locke in the face for taking them from me, how I couldn't think of the right lyrics to describe her wonderfulness in the song I was attempting to write. But I didn't. I couldn't.

"Fine," I answered, while I knew bloody well I was anything but. "Just going a bit mad on this island."

She nodded. "Everyone is."

She settled herself down on the log next to me, slowly, holding her stomach as she descended. The warmth of her body next to mine felt so nice even though it was hot as hell here.

I hadn't felt this feeling for so long. I barely could even recall the last time a girl made me feel ... tingly whenever I was near them. I was surprised I could even speak coherently around her. I had been okay with girls in high school ... but I had never been in love.

In Driveshaft all the girls crowded around Liam. "Liam, you're so bloody hot!" "Liam! Marry us!!!" "Liam, shag us senseless!!!" I had just been in the background for the most part, which was something I had minded quite a bit...

But I don't want to think about that. Driveshaft has reached its end, Liam's even more of a complete bastard, and I'm here on this bloody island for God knows how long. Dammit, dammit, dammit...

"I heard you playing your guitar," Claire said suddenly as she turned her head to look directly at me, instantly snapping me out of my stupid reverie. Her eyes were so blue and I didn't know how I couldn't have noticed them before...

"You did?" I asked, my stomach suddenly beginning to do back flips. Oh, God, had she heard me singing? Did she know? Oh, God, please tell me she hadn't heard me. Please tell me she didn't know that I had been singing about...

"You're really good."

The knot in my stomach untwined itself and my heart stopped beating out of my chest. Oh, thank you, God.

"Er ... thanks. A lot. Really. Er..." I was bumbling like an idiot. How does she do this to me? Maybe when a woman gets pregnant they start sending out male idiot waves or something... "I was just playing the same chord though. It was nothing massively ... amazing."

Claire shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I can tell you know all sorts of chords. Mr. Locke told me you really had a passion for music a few hours ago actually."

"Er ... yeah." Again my stupidity rose a few points with each 'er' I said. "Yeah. I have a lot of background in it; loads. It's my life, really. I 'spose you could say I'm obsessed with my guitar."

She nodded and smiled warmly. "I could tell."

I grinned back. It was mad how insanely happy she made me. When I was around her I nearly forgot about my absent drugs all together, which was definitely a miracle from above. As she gave me one last smile and slowly rose to help with dinner, I picked my guitar back up again.

Y'know, if she wasn't alive I could actually mistake her for an angel. My fingers met the guitar strings and once again I attempted to strum about my cherub.

AN: Nope! That's not all! Expect the next chapter to be up hopefully sometime relatively soon.