Disclaimer: I don't own lost. Well, since this one ended really shockingly, I'm going to write the next chapter in the next couple hours and, if my plan goes right, I'll have it updated some time tonight. So if your still on, keep checking cause it should be there before I go to sleep. The next chapter involves a lot of weird ideas that I and some of my friends have talked about while I was righting, and I found them extremely amusing, so I decided to incorporate them into the story. So I hope you find them as entertaining as I did, and if they really freak you out, I'm truly sorry.
Alterairal10: Marry Christmas and all that Jazz to you to. I agree in the theory of "Thomas should die", and if I want something to happen on the show, then I normally put it in my story, so there's a little hint. But of chorse, with me its never that simple.
A A Battery: Hey, your back! Where have you been? Oh well, its nice to hear from you again! I'm doing it for a simple reason, I'm mean! also, very bored.
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"Fainted? Why?" Charlie was asking, arms crossed over his chest as he spoke to Boone. "I really
don't know" Boone replied with a shrug. "Well what did you say to her?" he questioned. Boone
looked down. "Ok, last night while you were asleep, Claire was up walking around, and so was I.
We heard something moving around in the woods. Locke came out, told us...it was nothing, go
back to bed. So we did. But early today, when you two were walking together, I was some one
standing out there...looking at her. So I told her and she...blacked out" Boone explained horridly.
"Someone was looking at her?" Charlie asked, makeing sure he'd heard correctly. Boone nodded.
"Did you get a look at him?" Charlie asked, continuing his investigation. Boone shook his head.
"No, I only saw him for a second, then he left. I think he knew I saw him" he explained, talking
slowly as he remembered each detail. "Why didn't you go after him?" Locke spoke up from his
place by the door. "What was I gonna do, chase him?" Boone replied sarcastically. Locke
shrugged in a 'good point' way. Jack remained silent the entire time, examining Claire, who was
laying across the table, over and over again. "How's she doing?" Charlie asked, turning to him.
"Still unconscious" he replied without looking up. "No kidding" Boone huffed dryly. "As far as I
can tell, she's fine. The fainting was probably just brought on by shock, panic" Jack elaborated,
turning to face the group. "When is she going to wake up?" Charlie questioned. "I can't say" Jack
answered with a sigh. Charlie nodded, expecting no more. He walked over to the table and sat on
the edge, wrapping his hand around her's as it lay motionless across her stomach. "Your sure she's
alright?" Charlie spoke again, looking up at Jack. "I can't be sure. Not until she wakes up" Jack
explained. "What dose that mean?" Boone questioned. He was almost as worried as Charlie. "It
means that if something was going on with her before she fainted, she's the only one who could tell
me...unless one of you noticed anything" Jack explained. "She was hearing things" Charlie told.
Jack looked surprised to hear a response. "What thing?" he asked, crossing his arms. "She said she
hear some one calling her name. She said it, atleast twice" Charlie explained. Jack nodded.
"Anything else?" Kate spoke up from the other corner her and Shannon were standing in. "Yeah.
Earlier, she kind of lost her balance, said she got dizzy" Kate recalled. Jack nodded again. "Yeah, I
think she said she was hearing stuff the night before, too. She said that's why she couldn't sleep"
Boone added. "Maybe that's it. Not enough sleep" Jack suggested in his medical tone. Charlie
knew that wasn't possible, she'd been sleeping fine for the last couple days. And he knew because
he'd been the one awake, watching her sleep like crazy. But he decided to leave it at that. If there
was something wrong, Jack could hear it from her when she woke up. He lifted Ben out of
Shannon's arms and carried him out, as the rest of the group began to make their way back to their
random activities. He took ben over to a spot by their tent, so he'd be close by when she woke up.
He sat on the discarded tire, letting Ben move around in the sand. Shannon took a seat on the floor
infront of him, not wanting to leave Ben. "You don't mind do you?" she asked, looking up at
Charlie in hopes that she wasn't intruding on some father and son time. "No, not at all" he assured
with a smile. She smiled back, and began playing with Ben. It still amazed him how good she, of all
people, was with the kid. She clearly didn't get along well with adults, although she'd grown on
most of the people on the island. Perhaps it was because she was such a child herself, he though.
That made him smile. "What are you grinning about?" she questioned brightly, looking up at him
from her spot on the sand. "Nothing. Thinking" he said, snapping out of his daze. "...right..." she
said skeptically, pushing a lose strand back behind her ear. "What is it with you two and thinking
all the time?" she ten asked suddenly, shifting into an up-right position. Charlie shrugged, not
really knowing how to respond. She laughed slightly, and he looked even more confused as he
arched and eye brow at her. "I mean, seriously. I think, but I don't sit there and waste my time
with it. How are you suppose to have a decent conversation?" She ranted, secretly trying to start o
ne. Sympathy was a quality that she'd newly developed on the island, and right now she was
feeling it for him. It seemed that him and his girl would never get any peace around hear, and her
and Kate's little antics weren't helping much. "Are you kidding? Random thoughts make good
conversations" he protested. "Really?" she said skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Really. I mean, come on. What would you rather talk about? Captain hooks name before he got
the hook, or a...new pair of shoes?" he asked energetically. Shannon blinked at him for a moment.
"...a new pair of shoes" was her answer. "That's right. I forgot, your rich" he said almost
insultingly. "But you see, there's only so many new shoe's you can by before you use up your dads
credit card, and then what? Then, its only so long before the bitch starts talking about you behind
your back." he concluded in a odd ramble. Shannon raised an eye brow at him. "You were always
last pick for doge ball, weren't you?" she predicted. "..Doge ball?"he asked curiously, not knowing
what she was talking about. "You don't know what doge ball is?" she asked in disbelief. He shook
his head. "Oh my god. No wonder you think so much. You must have ben board as hell when you
were a kid!" She suggested. "Hm, maybe that's why all the young people in England have drug
problems, they get really, really board. So in a way, drug use could be completely prevented if
they just played doge ball" she concluded thoughtfully, talking more to herself than to him.
"Shannon" he said in a worried tone. She looked up at him. "You realize you just had
a...completely random thought" He pointed out. Shannon blinked again before realizing what he
said. "Oh no" she pretended to be afraid. "Welcome to the dark side" he grinned. "More like the
creepy weird side" she corrected. "No, I defonetly prefer 'dark' over 'creepy weird'" he pretested.
"Well, what ever you want to call it, I don't want to be in it. How do you get out?" she said with a
laugh. "If I knew, do you think I'd still be here?" he asked sarcastically. "Oh no, that means I'm
trapped. Pretty soon I'm going to be saying things like " can you get cornered in a round room" or
"can you choke and die on a life savior" and all kinds of crazy shit" she ranted playfully. "Yeah,
pretty much" he nodded. It fell silent for a moment, as Charlie though. "Can you choke and die on
a life savor?" he asked, sitting up straight. Shannon raised an eye brow at him. "Yeah, actually"
Jack said, appearing out of no where. "Really?" Charlie said with a look of fascination. Shannon
turned her 'your crazy' expression to him. "How do you know?" she asked, astonished. it
happened to me once in fith grade."Jack explained. "Woo, you choked and died... on a life savor?"
Charlie asked, teasingly. "Well, not died, obviously" Jack said, glancing down at himself to show
he was still alive. "Duh" Shannon murmured. "How's Claire?" Charlie asked, changing the subject.
"She seems fine, still out. "So, about that whole round room thing?" Jack continued, turning to
Shannon. "What about it?" she replied moodily. "Where did that come from?" he asked, looking at
her skeptically. "I don't know. Ask him, he's the one putting all these crazy questions in my head"
she said, jabbing an accusing finger in Charlie's face. Jack laughed. "Yeah, I've got a bunch"
Charlie admitted to no one in particular. "Really?" Jack asked, looking at him funny. "Write one
down every time one pops in my head. Got a whole note book full. Couple actually" Charlie
explained. "Isn't that some form of insanity, doc?"
Shannon asked, looking over at Jack. "How should I know? I'm not a psychiatrist" he shrugged.
Shannon rolled her eyes moodily. Jack smiled at the jester, then turned to Charlie. "I'd like to see
this book" he said plainly. Charlie smiled.
Jack sat Indian-style on the ground with an open note book on his lap, reading out loud. "If you
rearrange the letters in mother in law it makes women Hitler....can you put a gay man in a straight j
jacket?" he read, and stopped to laugh. Charlie was sitting across from him with Ben in his lap, o
outside of him and Claire's tent. The door remained open so that if she woke up, they would know.
Charlie could see her clearly from where he was sitting, and had been watching her for the last
couple minutes as Jack read his own thoughts back to him. He'd struggled with Charlie's scribbled
letters at first, but now was used to his hand wrighting and read clearly, stopping to laugh every
couple seconds. "This is really good. You should make a book out of it" Jack suggested. "I did"
Charlie remind him, gesturing to the thing in his hand. "I mean get it published" Jack corrected
himself, moments before reliving the huge fault in his idea. "Never mind" he sighed, and went back
to reading. "If electricity comes from electrons, dose morality come from morons?...do bald people
get dandruff?" Jack continued reading. "Ask Locke" he suggested with a laugh. "I did!" Charlie
replied with a grin. "What did he say?" Jack questioned. "He just looked at me like I was crazy and
walked away" Charlie answered, still laughing. Jack shook his head and continued reading. "Why
do they put the names of foot ball teams on baseball caps?...How is Charlie short for Charles if
they're both the same letters, but Charlie takes longer to say?" Jack looked up at Charlie, who was
still smiling. "I asked that one to my mum when I was three" Charlie explained. "What did she say?"
Jack asked. "She...looked at me like I was crazy and walked away" Charlie replied, repeating
himself as he laughed. "Man, you've been getting crazy looks your whole life. I didn't start getting
mine until I was in junior high" Jack said sarcastically, then went back to the book. He scanned
down the page for a little while, then began turning. "How many of these do you have?" he asked,
looking up at Charlie. "A lot. I've been wrighting them since I was...in junior high" He explained.
Jack shrugged and nodded, seeming to understand. "Sadly enough, people have read them and
giving me answers to most of the questions....except one" Charlie explained. "Witch one?" Jack
asked, seeming interested. "Ok, start humming, and then hold your nose" Charlie instructed. Jack
gave him a skeptical look, then began humming. After a moment, he held his nose as Charlie had
said. It went silent. At first he looked confused, then his eyes widened. Charlie began laughing.
"You see? Why dose it do that? You don't hum through your nose, but it stops. Its crazy" He
rambled, almost angrily. "That is weird" Jack said thoughtfully in agreement. He shrugged it off and
skipped to a random page and began reading to himself. "I wrote one about you in there on the
back. Well, not about you but, inspired by you" Charlie told. Jack smiled and flipped to the back,
finding his little space. "If you had a friend named Jack on a plain, and you yelled 'hi' to him, would
you get arrested?" Jack read outlawed. He smiled at the line, then continued reading. "If London
bridge is still standing, why did someone right a song about it falling down?..why do people say
they slept like a baby when baby's wake up every two hours and cry about it?" Jack laughed again.
"That, was inspired by you" Charlie said, talking to Ben. Who grinned in response. Jack continued
reading "Why do they call him a skipper when all he dose is stand there?...if the weather man says
theres a 50 chance of rain, doesn't that mean he dosent really know what the hells going to
happen?..why is that on the Mini Wheats commercial, sweets has a Brooklyn accent, and Wheats
has an English accent when they're clearly raised in the same place?...if you don't pay the exorcists,
will you get repossessed?...What happens if you fill a raisin up with water?...can a narcoleptic
person to have insomnia?...man, you are crazy" Jack shook his head as he laughed. "Keep going, it
gets worse" Charlie told him. "Should we listen to page 666 in the bible?...why is bra singular and
panties plural...can you sneeze with your eyes open?...why do woman open their mouths when they
put on mascara?...if ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?...why are obituaries found in
the living section of the paper? ...when you put 'THE' and 'IRS' together, it makes 'THEIRS'...the
word 'therapist' is really just 'the rapist' put together" Jack reached the end of the page. "Well, I
think I've heard enough insanity for today" Jack concluded as he closed the book. Charlie wasn't
paying attention. A grin had crossed his face as he stared through the door. Jack turned, seeing
Claire sit up on the table and look around with her eye's half shut. They both scrambled to their feet
and made a mad dash inside. "How do you feel?" Jack asked, slowing to a walk as he came in, so as
not to seem panicked. Charlie, did not take his lead. He pushed past him and stopped at Claire side,
taking her hand in his. She smiled, amused by his desperate attempt to reach her first. "I feel
fine..except, my head hurts...really bad" She admitted after a moment, holding the back of her head
with the hand that wasn't being squeezed to death. "Well, that's expected" Jack replied with a short
smile. "Do you remember what happened?" he asked, looking down at her. "Yeah.." she replied,
thinking for a moment. "Alright, I'll leave you alone for now" Jack said with a little smile, then left.
"So, how do you really feel?" Charlie asked with a smile as he hopped up onto the table. "Horribly"
she whimpered, laying her head on his shoulder. He gave her an overly sympotheticly look as he
smoothed back her hair. "You know what's weird?" she said suddenly, looking up at him. He
waited for her to continued. "I just woke up after fainting, and now I'm really tired" she explained
with a grin. "I'll have to put that one in the book" he suggested with a grin. "What book?" she
asked, giving him a confused look. "Oh, you've gotta to see this" he exclaimed with a grin.
Claire lied on her stomach with her head resting on Charlie's lap. Ben was sprawled out on the bed
not far away. All of them surrounded by note books. He rested his hand on her back, slowly moving
it around for no reason at all. "I can't believe I just read ten full note books of rectorial questions" Claire said with a sigh, right before yawning. "I know, now I need to....make ten full of answers" he
joked, pausing to yawn himself. "You know, when I first saw that big pile of note books, I though
you kept journals" She said, playing with the cloth of his geans. "Well I do, technically" Charlie
replied. "I keep a timely record of my thoughts, inspire by daily life. That's what a journal is right?"
he elaborated. "Hm, I guess your right" she shrugged, and sat up, yawning once again. "Still tired?"
he asked, smiling over at her. "Yeah. I would go to bed, but its ben taken over" she replied,
indicating to Ben, who was laying all over their bed. "That can easily be fixed" Charlie protested,
and lifted Ben of the bed with both arms, and moved him to his own without him even noticering.
"Wow, that's amazing" She smiled sarcastically. "I know" Charlie agreed conceitedly."and if you
think that's amazing" he added, just before lifting her up off the ground and laying her down on the
bed. Claire hit the mat laughing as he leaned over her, they faces only inch's apart as he smiled
down at her. "Good night"she said, leaning up to give him a kiss. "Good night" he replied with a
smile, returning the favor before he shifted down, resting his head on her chest. His arm laid
aimlessly across her stomach. She stretched up to blow out the remaining candle and moved into a
comfortable opposition so that her back was slightly turned him, his head now laid on the back of
her shoulder. She rested her arm over his, shoving the other arm beneath her pillow as she slowly
closed her eyes. She could fill his heart as his chest pressed agenst her back, and slowly fell
asleep to its beat.
When Claire woke up, she could see nothing. The room was completely dark. She sat up in her bed
and began looking around. The moon light shined in through the tarp, makeing the plastic glow
white, but gave little aid in terms of lighting. Every thing was a shadow. From outside, she could
hear the shuffle of feat moving around by her tent. "Charlie" she whispered softly, shaking him
gently to wake him. As the foot steps continued, she could now see the persons shadow, moving
across the wall of the tent. He was walking around towards the door. Claire's heart pace quickened
as she tugged at Charlie's arm and repeated his name in a low whisper, but stopped when she saw
her hands. A band of light from the door way had shined in, landing straight across her hands, witch
were covered in blood. She stared down for a moment in confusion before she realized what
happened. The light fadded as the shadowy figure moved away from the door. She looked back
down, now seeing the blood every where. It wasn't coming form her. She stared down as she
breathed heavily, a tear rolled down from her cheek before she let out a loud, blood curdling
scream.
"Claire" Charlie grabbed her shoulders, trying to snap her out of it. She was crying hysterically and
screaming at the top of her lungs. Her head was bowed down, hands clutching the blankets. He
called her name again, tilting her head up to look at him. Her eyes caught his and for a moment she
looked extremely confused. "It was a dream" he told her firmly. As he spoke the door flapped open.
Jack, Kate and Boone came rushing inside. "Is she alright?" Jack asked hurriedly. "She's alright, it
was just another nightmare" Charlie explained, wrapping his arms around her. She burred her face in
his shoulder, her hands gripping on to the fabric of his shirt. "Again? That's the fith one this week"
Kate said, looking at her sympathetically. Jack sighed for a moment. "Go get her some water" Jack
requested, turning to Boone. He nodded, and scurried back out. Jack shifted past Kate, kneeling
beside Claire and Charlie. "Claire, look at him" he said gently, reaching out a hand and placing it on
her shoulder. She whipped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked up at him. "Was it the
same one again?" he asked, looking her dead in the eye. She'd been having a re occurring dream
almost every night for the past week. At first he assumed it was just lack of sleep or the heat, but
now he was worried that it could be much worse. Claire shook her head. "This one was different"
she explained softly, her voice sounding weak and shaky. Jack nodded. Boone returned with a full
water bottle, and handed it over to her. Claire didn't seem to notice, to Charlie took it instead. He
twisted off the top, and lifted up her chin so shed see it. She took it in her hands and took a sip.
"Alright, you try to get some sleep" Jack said plainly, knowing there was nothing he could do for
her. She nodded and gave the bottle back to Charlie, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder.
Jack gave a weak, ghostly smile before turning to leave. The others fallowed. It wasn't until the
others were gone that Ben sat up and crawled into his mom's lap. "You alright, mom?" he asked,
looking up at her with big blue eyes. "Im fine, sweety" she assured, brushing back his fluffy little
hairs. That was all he needed to hear. He sunk down into her lap and rested his head agenst her
chest, snuggling up agenst her. Charlie laid his head agenst hers, smiling down at Ben. "You should
go back to sleep" Claire suggested, once Ben had drifted off. It only took a matter of seconds. "Are
you kidding? I couldn't sleep before, there's no way in hell I'm going out now" he explained. Claire
smiled lightly, and laid herself agenst him. He pulled the blankets up around her, letting hers arm rest
around her waist as he pulled her closer. Soon, she fell back asleep.
The next morning, Jack decided that he wanted to give Claire an examination. What ever was
causing these dreams and dizzy spells needed to be found, and he wasn't about to blame it on some
crazy stalker. This was more than just 'stress related'. Claire sat on the table, back in the medical
tent, looking around the room uncomfortably. Jack popped back up infront of her, and turned her
head to face him. He was holding a little black mag light in his hand, and without warning, shined it
in her eye. She blinked instinctively, a couple times before forcing herself to hold them open. After a
couple of seconds, he turned it back off and dropped it back into his pocket. He then placed his hand
on either side of her neck, pressing his fingers down a little hard. "Your glands are swollen" he
noted, Kate began scribbling that down on the clip board. "Are you surprised? I've woken up
screaming every night this week" Claire reminded him. Jack smiled, glad to see she wasn't going
completely hysteric over the situation. She was actually handling it really well, a quality all of them
had developed on the island. "Anything new since this morning?" he asked, turning her head from
side to side. "Just getting dizzy again" She explained. "Dizzy like, loss of balance of dizzy
like..nauseous?" He asked, continuing to examen her. "Both" She replied unenthusiastically. Jack
gave her a funny look that only lasted for a split second, but she caught it none the less. "Have you
been eating well?" he asked, taking the clip board out of Kate's hand. "Yeah, I've been eating really
well...to well probably" Claire answered. At that moment, her stomach growled. Jack arched his eye
brow at her. "I'm not lieing! I just ate, like five minutes ago, ask Locke, he saw me!" She began to
protest. Jack smiled. "No, I didn't mean that" he said in a slightly secretive tone. Claire looked at
him funny. "what...did you mean?" she asked, now rasing her eye brow at him. "Claire, did you get
dizzy a lot when you were Pregnet?" Jack asked in a hinting fashion. "Yeah, doesn't every body?"
she asked, not quite sure where he was going with this. "well yes, mostly. But some more then
others. Did you have weird dreams?" he continued. "Yeah...why? What are you saying?" she asked
with a look of bewilderment. "I'm saying your pregnet"
To be continued....