Make You Remember

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own crap. They wouldn't even give me the bloody Lost poster at Disney, and that ruined my day. ABC owns everything. sniffles

Summary: I didn't understand. She didn't remember… anything. She didn't know my name, or even what she had written about me. It was heartbreaking. Charlie/Claire

A/n: Why can I never keep my word on these things? After seeing the preview for "Homecoming" as well as reading TV Guide, I felt like I had to add. I still haven't added to "Stranded Memories" oh well… I don't believe that this is how it is going to play out, but this was the idea that plopped itself into my mind…

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It seemed perfect. Almost too perfect. Claire just being there made everything feel so right. It felt like before the whole Ethan thing. Before everything went all crazy. There it was. The one thing made the day seem bad. Ethan. He had to be out there somewhere. He was a psychotic freak. But I didn't want to think about him or anything that had anything to do with that bloody prick.

After some time, she pushed me away and just looked at me. What happened? Maybe it was too awkward. She just stared at me some more, her eyes bearing into mine. It was an odd feeling. It felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Her eyes spoke much more than her words (which were none). It was saddening.

"I remember your face…" she said simply. I tried to conceal how overjoyed I really felt. She remembered! I couldn't stop the smile from forming across my face. "But… but…"

Bloody hell; was there a but to every good thing to happen? "But what, love?" I asked quietly.

I could see the lost look return in her eyes that spoke to me rather than her. Claire said nothing. She just looked at me with the lostness. That was when the tears started. They were cascading down her face quite quickly.

Out of habit, my arm went around her to comfort her, to protect her from whatever it was that was bothering her. She pushed my arm away. It fell to my side. I wished that there was something I could do to help her. I wished that she would tell me what was wrong. But she didn't. Her eyes went away from mine, and focused on the flames of the fire for a brief second.

Then as quickly as her eyes left mine, they locked again before she got up and left, still saying nothing. I didn't know what to say. 'Come back Claire…' That would have gone over well.

I guess Jack was right. Maybe Claire did need her space. I just didn't want her to be too far away. It was a conflict.

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Once again, I was alone. Claire was pretty far away from me, but I could just make out her figure. Everyone was bustling all around me as if I didn't exist. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world to have.

That was when I first heard of it. The plan that is. Jack and Locke were formulating some kind of plan to try to get Ethan. I wanted to be a part of it. Anything to help Claire.

Slowly and deliberately, I walked over to hem. They were talking to Kate and Sawyer. SAWYER!! Of all the bloody people to go to, why Sawyer? He probably didn't care. How could they go to Sawyer before coming to me? Now that was loony.

"Charlie?" Jack asked, turning around before I got to overhear any of the important specifics. I had heard that the Korean man had been attacked by Ethan, but he didn't speak English, so there was no one understood anything he had been rambling about.

I glared at Jack. The fact that he went to Sawyer for help on his little adventure plan before me is what got me angry.

"Charlie, what is it?" he asked me, a confused look on his face. I felt like laughing.

"I want in Jack…"

"What?"

"You heard me. I want to help! I want to kill the bloody bastard, after what he could have done to Claire…" I wanted to say so much more, I wanted to speak my mind, but Jack cut me off.

"Charlie, you can't…" he said simply. Like that was going to stop me.

"And why not? I probably care more about Claire and her safety than all of you combined, especially you," I said, my glare now turning to Sawyer.

"Hey now, little has-been. Whoever said I was in on any of this stuff, now?" he asked in his drawl like southern accent. I wanted to punch him. I knew he didn't care, but when he said it, it just made me so angry.

Jack went on as if Sawyer had never even spoken. "I know you care about her Charlie, and that is why you have to stay here. I have a feeling that you're going to be the one to make her remember, and if anything happens to you, well then…"

"Jack, I want to help…" I said slowly and clearly so that he got every single word I said embedded into his mind.

Jack was about to speak when Locke cut in. "Charlie, we don't need any more help. Any more people will just be a hassle."

I could make out Jack and Kate nodding. Stupid idiots. Without waiting for anything more I stormed off. "Charlie…" I heard Jack say.

Turning around, I could feel the tears of rejection and hate starting to fall. "Sod off," I said simply before leaving again.

I felt so useless, so worthless. There was no point in my even being here anymore. Even if Claire was here. It was beginning to get light out. The sun was beginning to rise slowly. I just needed to be alone.

If only I knew that I was being followed.

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I walked for a while. The sun was now fully up and I didn't have to bother about tripping over roots and tree branches that I didn't see. I wish there was something that I could do, something if anything I could do to help.

But obviously I was useless, that must have been why they didn't want my help. They could have at least been less obvious. A loud sigh escaped me. I was walking without a purpose; I was just walking for the hell of it.

That was when I heard it. A twig snapped. I stopped suddenly and looked around. There was nothing. Slowly, I began to walk again, until I heard it once more. This time I looked around slower. And there he was, just standing there.

My first instinct was to run. Run away as fast as I possibly could. But that wouldn't work. He had already seen me. I was terrified. The freak had already tried to kill me once, he probably wanted to kill me again. Or kill me… seeing as I hadn't been killed the first time.

A few deep breaths. That was all I had time to take in. He was advancing towards me. His face wore a mixture of hatred and shock. He had scars or scratches running down his cheeks. I sure hoped that it was Claire that had done that to him. He deserved it. He looked exactly as I remembered him to look like.

As he got closer, I backed up, ready to run at any time. Then it hit me. I had to do this. Who knows what the hell he had done to Claire. If I could hurt Sawyer I could sure as hell hurt him. With my mind made up, I charged towards him, ready to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Too bad I had totally forgotten about his abnormal strength. With seemingly no force at all, he threw me back. I hit a tree and crumpled to the ground. Things were definitely not going in my favor. What had I gotten myself into?

"Oh how I wished that it would be you…" he said, a malice look appearing across his horrible face. Why did this seem so familiar?

I tried to get up, fight back. Hurt him, but all it took was one hand around my neck. He lifted me up, off of the ground. Way too familiar? I tried to loosen his grip, hurt him, somehow. But I could feel the oxygen running out.

"You somehow survived before, but this time I'll make sure that you die,"

I choked. How was I going to help Claire if I was dead? I closed my eyes and stopped fighting for a brief second, trying to concentrate, then I tried to punch him again. He laughed.

"I told the man that if I didn't get Claire back, someone was going to die. I guess it's going to be you…"

He was just talking, trying to make it all seem so much worse. Who the hell was he? I knew he was Ethan, but I guess the better question was; what was he? The guy couldn't have been human.

My vision was slowly becoming fuzzy and darker. This was the end. "This was so much…" but he was cut off.

"CHARLIE!?" I heard someone shout. My head turned, and Ethan's grip on my neck loosened. Slowly, my vision cleared, but it was too late, Ethan was going after her.

Her… Claire. What the hell was she doing here?

Still not fully recovered from Ethan trying to kill me… again… I went at him while his back was turned. I wasn't about to let him do anything to Claire. I wasn't going to fail her again. I wasn't going to let the guilt come back. Besides, it wasn't like I didn't have enough hatred for Ethan coursing through me.

I stumbled over as quickly as I could and latched myself around his neck. He was taller than me, and I had nothing to use, but with both my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, I flexed my muscles as much as I possibly could, trying to choke him like he had tried to choke me.

My eyes met Claire's. She was terrified. "Run…" I said quietly, wanting her to get out of here before anything bad happened. I wouldn't let her get taken again. If she did, I had a feeling that I would never see her again.

She didn't make any move to move. "RUN!!" I shouted as loud as I could, straining my throat, but I didn't care. Ethan was beginning to get angry and fought back. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. At least this time she listened, running back the way she obviously came. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. I could see it in her face that there was something going on in her mind.

Then she just fell to the ground.

Bloody hell. This wasn't happening. In my dismay, Ethan had gotten my grip around his neck loosened. Now the only hope I had of him not getting Claire was for me to distract him long enough so that he would forget that Claire was even there.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him, if my arms would fail, then my grip with my legs wouldn't. Legs were always stronger than arms anyways.

"Get off of me!!!" he shouted angrily. My arms were now moved from his neck. He used his arms and grabbed my arms. Uh oh. This was bad. Slowly, he began to turn my arms in. It hurt like hell. I shouted out. My legs began to loosen. So that was his plan.

Before I got a chance to react, he had thrown me down to the ground. The shock went all through me and I found myself paralyzed.

"You have messed me getting Claire every time I tried. But this time, you will not survive, I promise you that…" he said angrily. Once again, he lifted me up against the tree, one handedly.

I was too exhausted to do anything. He was going to get Claire, and it was all going to be my fault again. Only this time, he was going to kill me. I could barely move, and he had the upper hand.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. A lightheaded sensation came upon me as everything began spinning. Spinning into darkness. So this was the end of Charlie Pace. Alone. In the jungle. Dying for love.

If that wasn't a romance novel ending, I didn't know what was. Ethan's hand felt tighter and tighter around my neck. There was no one coming. I was going to die.

And that was the last thing I remembered, before I remembered no more.

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The next thing that I remembered was a dull pounding on my chest. Now this seemed very familiar. I could feel that I wasn't breathing. It was one of those odd feelings. Maybe I was already dead and leaving now. That could have been it. But I couldn't see anything, only darkness.

"Damn it Charlie, not again…" I heard Jack shout. The pounding continued, but I felt nothing.

"Jack, he's dead…" I heard someone say. It sounded like… Locke. Wait? I was dead? I wasn't dead, was I? Crap. If Locke said I was dead, I must have been dead.

More pounding. I heard someone crying. "This happened before…" it was Claire. "And I did nothing to stop it… just like now. I was right there."

Wait. She remembered. If I could have felt something, I would have felt my heart skip a beat. But I was stuck. Here in darkness. The pounding continued.

"Charlie, if you don't wake up, I will kill you," I heard Jack say. He sounded upset. I wished there was something I could do.

"Jack…" Locke's voice came again. "There's nothing you can do. The boy's dead…"

"No…" Jack said persistently. More pounding. "Kate said the same thing… and he didn't die."

I could make out sobbing in the background. Then suddenly, I felt the sensation as if someone was pulling me and I saw Jack's face. I coughed quite a few times and then tried to breathe. It came out in gasps.

"Just calm down Charlie," Locke said, I could hear the disbelief in his voice. I felt relieved when my eyes landed on Claire, who had the hugest smile on her face.

"Claire?" I choked out, my hands moving to my neck.

"Charlie?" she asked, but everything faded out as I fell into unconsciousness.

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When my eyes reopened, I was back at the caves. Looking into Claire's face. It was tear stained, but she was smiling all the same.

"What's wrong love?" I asked, my throat dry.

She laughed weakly and then looked up at me. "I thought you weren't going to wake up. Jack said not to wake you. So I let you sleep…"

"How long?" I asked, moving my hands up to rub my eyes.

"I don't know. It felt like forever though…" she said simply. The world fell back into silence. It wasn't until Claire began sobbing that I spoke gain.

"What is it? What's wrong? Did he hurt you?" I asked in rapid succession.

Claire shook her head and chuckled, but the tears were still falling. I was so confused. I slowly tried to sit up, but it hurt my ribs and I flinched.

"Don't move Charlie," Claire said quickly. "Jack… Jack said he might have damaged some of your ribs. They'll heal, you just have to stay still…" she said. I could hear the worry in her voice. That wasn't there the last time I remembered.

More silence.

"Claire… what happened? You just sorta… fell," I said, trying to get it all back together.

She looked down at the ground. "It was all too much to handle…" she said, the tears coming back. Using my hand, I lifted her chin up. I could see the look in her eyes as if something horrible was going on in her mind.

"Claire…" I said slowly.

"I remember Charlie… I remember everything…" With that, she lost it, and began sobbing uncontrollably. What had Ethan done to her? I grabbed her hand tightly.

"Shhhhh love. It'll be okay. I won't let him get you again, I promise."

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A/n: Hoped you liked it :D You didn't really think I was going to kill Charlie, did you? It was shorter than the other one, but actually brought closure to it.

Harper's Pixies -- I know!

Bloomy Angel -- She was kinda mean, wasn't she? I just kinda put myself in her position, it would be super creepy if you had no clue about anything and some strange (yet abnormally hot) guy was following you around…

bookworm853 -- Really? I would have thought Claire was a bit off… but if you say so, thanks! :D

Luthien Oronar -- Awww thanks! :D

showmethehobbit -- Dude, I love your user name! xD I hope it doesn't happen on the show too!

orange-tide -- awesome! I haven't written!

Katie -- Danka!

frodosam4ever -- Sorry… but it did… kinda work…

LostChickenWednesday723 -- Uh… okay…