Disclaimer: don't own em. P.S. dose use some aspects of the tv plot, but not in order. Some character names may be spell wrong.
Fate:
Withdraw
he woke suddenly to the sound of screechings. His eyes shot open quickly and he glanced over at Claire, still beside him, strugling with the baby. "What's wrong?" he asked, his words slurred together. "I don't know" she pouted hopelessly. The blanketed figures be gand to resale, being awoken by the cries. Soyer sat up, clearly agrivateed. "Can you please shut that thing up?" he groaned without opening his eyes. "Sorry." she said, despretly trying to calm the child. aggravated, she lifted him up over her shoulder and began to walk. He jumped up after her. "Where are you going?" Charlie asked, catching up to her. "I don't want him to wake every one up" she said, keeping a quick pace as she walked. They headed a long distance from the camp sight and stopped at the edge of the jungle. She plopped down on the sand and laid the baby on his back. He watched as the baby continued to scream, reaching up ward as she unzipped the jacket. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously as she let the sleeves drop past her shoulders. "I think he's hungry" she replied, tugging at the think strap on her over sized tank top. He suddenly came very aware of what she was doing and looked away quickly. With no shame she casually lifted the screaming baby back up and let him do his thing. "Is this makeing you uncomfortable?" she asked sarchasticly. "No, no. not at all." he replied, covering his eyes partially. "well trust me, I'm way more uncomfortable than you." she replied, giggling. "Atleast he's not crying" Charlie added, after a quick moment of silent. "Yeah. Thank goodness. There, I think hes done" she said, lifting him away from her and pulling the strap back up. "You can open your eyes now" she whispered, sarchasticly leaning forward.
"You know, if you wanted to get some sleep I could take him for a while. Although, I don't really know what I'll do if her gets hungry again" he offered. "That's quite alright. I doubt I'll be able to go to sleep any ways. I'd worry to much"
"You don't trust me?" he replied, sarchasticly.
"No, its not that. It's the maternal in stinks. I worry about every thing. Bloody exhausting!" she said laughing. "Alright then, it'll be my job to keep you company" he offered, scooting closer to her. "Is it really that much work?" she asked, playfully. "No, but it will be if you keep taking your top off without warning me first" he smirked. She laughed again. He got some kind high from makeing her laugh. Better than the drugs. How could this be legal? He began to realize that he hadn't thought about the drugs for a long time. He was shook out of his train of thought when he notice Jack standing over them. "What's up, Doc?" he asked, stareing up at him. "I just wanted to make sure you and the baby were doing ok" Jack said to Claire, completely ignoring him. "Oh yeah. Were fine. Just feed him, actually. Think he's ready to sleep again" she explained. "Ok good. I herd him crying. Just, you know. Checking" he repeated. "Thanks" she replied, giving me a quick glance. He nodded and began to walk off, but then stopped and turned back. "Theres a little spring, kind of like a water fall, out in the woods. You should probably take him up there tomorrow to was up. Don't want him getting sick" he suggested. "No, we don't want that" she agreed, although she was speaking to the baby, not him. "Alright, me and Charlie will head up there soon as sun up" she agreed, speaking for him. He didn't mind. "Alright, good. See you later then" he said before walking off again. She grinned and turned to Charlie as soon as he walks away. "I think I make him nervous." she said, with confidence. "Whys that?" he asked, raising an eye brow. "I don't know. Because I'm motherly. Because until a few hours ago I was pregnet, and now I have a baby. I think it intimidates him" she explained. "How could any one be intimidated by you? Your so-"he teased, strugling for the right word. "What?" she asked, jokingly, as if the phrase had already offended her. "Innocent" he finished. She burst into laughter. "Innocent! Really?" she said, still laughing. "Yeah." he replied, nodding. "Or maybe pretty girls just make him nervous" he suggested.
"He seems to be fine with Kate" she argued, glance back at where the two stood now.
"Well, Kate's a nice looking lady and all but she's nothing compared to you" he complemented.
She blushed again, and looked away. Her smile shining. Drugs? Who needs drugs? I've got Claire.
The next morning the three of them had headed off into the woods. They had made it to the little spring, witch was actually a rather large water fall, before most of the group had woken up. "Well, here we are" Charlie smirked, as he helped her up onto one of the rocks. she tugged the little black band she'd been wearing in her hair out, letting it fall all over the place. She laid the baby down gently on the rock while she got situated. She had a large baby bag full of stuff from the plain, including some cloths for the baby and herself as well. The child eyed her as she laid down the bag. Charlie sat down across from her and began moving stuff as well. "Man, your loaded" he mused at the abundance of baby supplies witch her expelling from the bag. "I wanted to make sure that if anything happened, I'd be prepared" she deafened herself, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I suppose that's a good thing" he suggested, casually. She lifted the baby off his back and held him out infront of her. "Here, you take him for a sec." she suggested, suddenly, shoving him into Charlie's arms. Caught off gard, he fumbled to hold him. "Mums going for a swim" she added, before she began to slip into the water. The baby grabbed at his nose curiously. He had to crain his neck to avoid the tiny fingers from invading his nostrils. "Hello there" he joked, uncomfortably. She giggled up at them as she waded in the small pool. The access fabric of her shirt floated on the surface of the water, leaving her mid-drift exposed under the clear water. Her tried to ignore it. "Could you hand me that soap?" she said, pointing to a small wrapped square on the rock. "You don't plain to bathe do you?" he questioned, reaching for the soap whilst juggling the baby in one arm. "Why not? its hygienic. Besides, I probably smell awful" she protested, tacking the soap from him and preceding to wash the outer part of her arms. He tried his hardest to look away as she moved the soap across her skin, but it was hopeless. Its soap, think clean thoughts Charlie. He sighed uncomfortably and forced himself to look away. It took all his strength and will power not to look! "Are you uncomfortable again?!" she asked with disbelief. "Oh not at all. I'm quite at ease when watching beautiful women wash themselves" he replied, some what dazed. She grinned. "Well I'm done now" she added, placing the soap back on the edge of the rock. "Damn" he replied, with a smirk. She laughed again. "Give him here" she instructed, reaching her arms out to take the baby. He carefully handed him to her. The babies face lit up as soon as he was in her arms. She bobbed with him tucked in her arms, smiling. He began makeing grilled baby sounds as the grin on his face grew wider. Tiny limbs began to splash agenst the water. The three began laughing.
"You know, you can join us if you like" she suggested, tapping the water with her hand as if it were an empty seat. "Nah, I prefer to bath alone mostly" he shrugged. "Oh come on!" she protested. But he refused with a smile. "Fine, if your not getting in then atleast help me out. Here, take him again" she insisted, handing him the baby. He juggled the baby in the curve of his right arm, while reaching out the left to help her up. He pulled her up onto the rock. They now sat facing each other, inches away. A small breeze blew by. The perfect opportunity. Their eyes closed instinctively as the leaned in slowly, dramatically. There lips had barely touched when the trees surrounding the little fall began to rustle violently. The two jumped, startled. "We better go" he proclaimed. He lifted her to her feet and helped her down the rocks as quickly as possible, griping her upper arm to support her while holding the baby in the other. They ran through the woods, bare foot, fast as they could. The tress twitched and snapped behind them. Finally they reached shore and turned back to see nothing. Jack came running up to them. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, out of breath. "Yeah" Claire nodded, assuring him. "That thing looked like it was right behind you" Said chimed in, popping up beside him. "It was. But were ok" Charlie explained, continuously glancing at Claire to make sure she was alright. She was out of breath, but so was he. The baby began to cry. A pout grew across her face. The whole island seemed to be stareing at them as if they had committed some heinous crime. "Come on, Claire. Lets go get some water" he suggested, putting one arm on her shoulder. He tried his best to keep a stern expression, wishing he could look every one who glared back in the eye to prove he'd done nothing wrong. But still, he felt he had. Later that night, he laid flat on his back only a foot away from her. She slept on her side beneath a air line blanket, the baby nestled close to her stomach in a nest of three more. Him temples pounding. He couldn't stop think of that creature, and what may have happened to Claire they hadn't gotten her out of there in time. Or if something had happened to the baby. What if they never broke the kiss? They'd both me dead. The kiss, he remembered suddenly. He was so busy worrying about the danger he had put her in, he'd forgotten it. How could he do that? Kiss some one so pure an innocent without telling her who he really was and how all he really wanted was a quick fix from that little bag he'd ben smuggling to L.A. lieing to her like that was something she didn't deserve. His fingers twitched frantically agenst the sand. But Lock had it know, and god knows what he's done with it. There was no way he could just ask for it back. His skin itched terbly, like an infection was slowly taking over his entire body. The prickly feeling seeping up from his toes and finger tips through his veins. Up thruh his arms and legs and meant some wear in his gut, sending a sharp pain to his stomach. He cringed. Withdraws. Once it hit the stomach, it shot up his spine faster than lightning and into his skull, filling it with a blinding pain. He jolted up quickly, griping his skull in the palm of his hands. He felt as if he were being burned in flames on the outside but his insides were ice. His body shivered and sweated, and every thing, every thing itched. He took deep, heavy breaths, trying to sooth himself. The tingling started up in his fingers again, shooting thrush his system like a bullet, sending another heavy blow to his abdomen. He doubled over just as the pain shot up to his brain again, the hit worse then last time. The quick blow as if some one had punched him bare knuckled in the face and the back of the head at the same time. He literally couldn't see for a few seconds. His vision was blurred saverly from both tears and sweat. He moved his shanking hands from his face, blood from his nostrils dripping onto his clammy palms. Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. Claire shifted in her sleep, giving a soft whimper. He couldn't let her see him like this. Using every ounce of strength in his body, he stood and made a mad dash to the woods. He couldn't see or run correctly. His Musales twitched in every section of his body. His legs shook uncontroably. The vessels in his eyes pulled tight as the warm tears...maybe even blood filled the rheims. He staged aimlessly through the trees and into the darkness where he stumbled to his knees. His hands trembling as he began vomiting. It was almost impossible to see, but he could clearly here the trees rustling around him. He couldn't run now, couldn't even stand.