Atlatarial10: lost was so adorable last week with the diary and all, and now Claire's back. Yay. I taped it and watched it again, an Claire's defonetly not Pregnet any more. But on another subject, I haven't decided rather I'm going to have them make a "proper wedding" yet. I know a lot of other fics did that, and it came out really cute, but I like to be different, so if I do it'll be something original, also it'll probably be a couple chapters later cause I've got a whole lot to add first.
CCLover4ever: I'll try. Hope I didn't take to long! Thanks for the reply!
FATE: The Next Life
Adult Situations...Childish Conversations
"Charlie..." A voice called, waking him from his heavy sleep. He lifted his head off the pillow, squinting to make out the figure infront of him. "Way to go, bud" The figure grinned, giving him a pat on the shoulder. Charlie sat up, hair in a fluffy mess as he looked around. His room was dark, with paneled walls and Burnt-orange, stained, shag carpet. A thin sheet, with the colors of sun set running down it in stripes layied across his bare body. A look of confusion crossed his face as he noticed the women laying beside him. He couldn't see her face, but from what he could tell she hand semi-long dark hair, and a rose tattooed on the back of her left shoulder.
"Don't look so surprised, mate" The man who had woken him said. Charlie looked back at him once again. "What time is it?" Charlie questioned, ignoring his remark. "3:32" the man explained from across the room. "In the morning?" Charlie questioned, almost out raged. "No, in the after noon. You've been asleep all day" the man answered. "Oh..." Charlie muttered to him self, looking down once again.
"Charlie"
Charlie's eyes came open. The room which now surrounded him was bright. The walls glowing white with the lines of florescent lights streaking the ceiling. He was in a bed not much wider than himself, a thin, plain sheet thrown across him. He was almost in sitting position, propped up agenst two thick pillows. His hand was numb. "'s bout time you woke up" the voice spoke again. Charlie turned to see Liam, sitting in a chair at his side.
"What happened?" he asked, in a scratchy voice as he became aware that he was in a hospital. "You got in a car accident. Bloody awful one, at that" Liam explained casually, as was his nature. "Did any one else get hurt?" Charlie asked in concern. "No, just you" Liam assured, tapping him gently on the arm. Charlie's eyes trailed down to where his hand fell, an IV sticking out the back of his hand beneath a white strip of medical tape. "You scared the hell out of me. Do you remember anything?" Liam continued.
"No" Charlie shook his head simply. Liam nodded, the doctor said he probably wouldn't remember it. "Did you call Claire?" Charlie questioned urgently. "Yeah. She's on her way" Liam assured. A slight smile came to Charlie's face and he settled back into the pillows. He couldn't feel any thing painful, most likely from all the morphine that was being pumped into his arm. Slowly he began searching the visible part of his body for injuries. A bandage on his forehead, and the one on his hand from before the crass was all he could identify.
Liam noticed his sudden confusion, and couldn't help but smile. "Its your rib cage buddy, you broke two of em." Liam explained as if he were proud, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Holy shit, I'm just live Adam" Charlie mused sarcastically."Yeah, besides that its just little cuts and bruises. Took your tattoo clean off" Liam explained, indicating to a little red blotch on his shoulder. His fingers trailed along a muscle on his left arm, finding a rather large scratch that was beginning to itch. Charlie glanced down once he found it, seeing that the little tattoo he had there was now completely gone.
"I remember when you got it" Liam mused, smiling at the memory. "Yeah. How we were supposed to get them together, but you chickened out" Charlie reminded him teasingly. "You always were the brave one" Liam noted.
"Oh? I always thought I was the fuck up" Charlie muttered sarcastically. "You've got a wife, a kid, and two more on the way. Your not a fuck up" Liam assured, placing his hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Not any more" Charlie agreed, a faint smile on his face.
"Charlie!" Claire called from the door way. She quickly made her way over to him and threw her arms around his waist. "Claire, careful...." Charlie reminded, his voice strained slightly from the sudden pain in his chest when she squeezed him to tight.
"Sorry! Oh I god, I was so worried about you" She explained, kissing him on the forehead. "I'm ok" Charlie assured, keeping up a smile. Claire wasn't convinced. She continued to kiss his forehead, cheek, mouth, keeping her arms around him loosely all the while. "Where's Ben?" Charlie asked, trying to hide the smile that was growing on his face.
"He's in the waiting room with Locke" Claire explained casually, and nuzzled her head on his shoulder. "With Locke?" Charlie questioned, rasing an eye brow. "Oh, yeah! He stopped by to see us a little while before Liam called. He drove me here" Claire explained in a cheery tone. Bright smile stretched across her face.
"Claire? Are you alright?" Charlie questioned, rasing an eye brow at her. "Yeah, I'm great" She exclaimed.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine..." Charlie answered, still giving her an uncertain look. Claire's bright smile dimmed slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned, sounding a little like a child. "Because your acting all kinds of perky...especially for someone who's husband was just in a car accident" Charlie replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweety. I think it's the hormones or something....they're makeing me act a little silly" She explained, a little embarrassed. "Oh, pregnancy hormones. I like those" Charlie grinned suggestively, recalling how the earlier one's had....assisted him.
At that moment, the doctor stepped in. "Hello" He said, directing his greeting at Charlie. "Hi" Claire replied in a peppy tone before any one else could talk. The doctor eyed her strangely.
"She's Pregnet" Charlie explained simply in his wife's defense. The doctor mouthed an "oh" and made his way over to the hospital bed. "Well, Mr. Pace, you have two fractured ribs, a small head wound, and a few bruises" the man explained. His tone the same as Jack's always stayed on the island, whenever he was hurt.
"So I've been told" Charlie gave a glance over at Liam. "We'd like to keep you here for the night. You'll be able to go tomorrow after noon" the doctor continued, ignoring his remark. Jack would have atleast laughed. "Can I have visitors?" Charlie questioned hopefully.
"Yes, but keep it to a minimum" The doctor confirmed, hugging his clip board. "Sounds good" Charlie gave a nod, showing that he understood. The doctor gave a week smile before turning on his heels and heading out the door. Seconds later, Locke, Ben, Michelle and little Megan all swarmed into the room.
"Bout time you joined the party" Charlie joked, smiling at them from his tiny bed. "Nothing breaks your spirit, dose it Charlie?" Locke asked with a warm smile as he brought Ben over. "Fraid not" Charlie confirmed, giving Ben a hug, as best he could with an IV in one hand and a bandage around the other.
"What happened?" Ben asked curiously. "Car accident. broke some ribs" Charlie explained casually.
"Can I see?" Ben asked excitedly. "Sure" Charlie grinned, a pulled the blanket down. The hospital had given him cloths, instead of those sporty little paper gowns. There was a bandage wrapped around his rib cage, witch he quickly began to unravel.
"Uh, Charlie, are you sure you suppose to be doing that?" Liam questioned as he watched his brother slowly unwind the strips of white bandages. "Yeah, the doctor might get mad" Micelle agreed.
"Eh, fuck him..." Charlie muttered with a shrug. "Charlie!"Claire smack his shoulder, secretly trying not to laugh. "Sorry" Charlie apologized before turning to Ben.
"Don't say that"
Say what?"
"See? He's perfectly untainted" Charlie confirmed, grinning up at Claire. "Yeah, only because I untainted him the first time" Claire reminded him skeptically. Charlie gave a little shrug, and went back to his bandages.
"Awesome" Ben grinned after Charlie had removed them completely. "Another to add to your collection" Locke grinned from his seat on the desk on the far right wall.
"Yep. Who knows, might be worth something some day" Charlie said sarcastically, stareing down at the reddish-purple smudges across the left side of his rib cage.
"Maybe you should stick to something like paper clips or bottle caps from now on, baby bro" Liam suggested teasingly.
"Who do you think I am? Burt of Sesame street?" Charlie questioned sarcastically. "You better not be." Claire muttered. All eyes fell on her.
"What? Burt's gay"
"Shannon, pick up the phone. I know you can hear me, pick up the phone" A voice called from the speaker of Shannon's cell, which lay close by on the table. "Hey, some guys calling" Eve explained, giving Shannon a nudge.
"Huh?" Shannon looked up, her eye make up smeared agenst the arm she'd been using as a pillow. Eve simply held the phone in her face. Shannon took it in confusion, and clicked the answer button.
"Hello?" She muttered tiredly, not knowing who was on the other end. "Shannon" Boone said quickly, surprised to hear her answer.
"Oh...what do you want?" Shannon mumbled moodily. "Where are you?" He questioned urgently. "Why do you care?" She questioned smartly. "Don't fuck around, where are you?" He continued persistently, ignoring her question.
"Try none of your business" She snapped. "Shannon, come on. Quit being a bitch" Boone tried to sympathizes.
"You quit being a bitch! You know what, just....fuck it" Shannon mumbled in aggravation before jamming her thumb into the 'end call' button as hard as she could before throwing the little cell down on the coffee table.
"Let me guess, that was your brother" Eve questioned, taking a seat at Shannon's feet. "Yeah...how could you tell?" Shannon asked sarcastically, turning to lay on her back so she could face her.
"He sounded like an ass"
"Not bad for twenty bucks, is it?" Sawyer noted, looking around there hotel room for the night. "Nope" Kate shrugged in agreement, letting her bags fall to the floor. "Man, I'm exhausted" She added in a sigh, falling back on the stiff mattress. "Yeah right...you weren't the one driving all last night" Sawyer reminded her skeptically as he pulled his jacket off.
"If you call that driving..." Kate teased, stareing up at the ceiling. "Oh, I'm sure you could do better" he protested sarcastically, throwing the jacket in her direction. It landed on her hip, and remained there unharmed. "Who say's I can't?" she asked in reply, turning on her side and resting her head on one hand.
"Me"
"So nobody?"
"Cute"
"I know" Kate grinned in triumph, putting her hands behind her head and flowing back down. She felt the bed sink slightly as Sawyer flopped down on the space beside her. Grinning as he hovered over her.
"I don't think so" Kate said, stareing him in the eye skeptically. "Oh? And why's that?" He questioned with a confident smirk, letting his hand glide over the curve of her stomach.
"Because, you stink" she confirmed. Not letting the little hand motion faze her one bit.
"So do you"
"Not my problem...I do?"
"You do"
"Well...."
"Yeah. Guess we'll just have to bathe each other" Sawyer grinned even more. "Hmm...not got gonna happen" She teased, holding the caller of his shirt to pull him in closer. "Please?" he pleaded, smiling agenst her lips as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Nope. Go bathe" Kate declared, breaking of the kiss and quickly sitting up, jabbing a finger in the direction of the bathroom door. "Your no fun" he grumble disappointedly, and pulled himself off the bed, throwing the balled up jacket at her once again.
"Sure I am" She called back playfully, watching him trudge into the bath room. She smiled to herself as the door swung shut behind him.
"Burt's not really gay, is he?" Liam questioned in disbelief. They had long derived from that subject, but, thinking off the top of his head, he just had to bring it up again.
"Of course he is" Claire confirmed from her spot on the other side of the bed beside Charlie.
"No he's not" Locke protested, still on the desk near the door.
"Yes he is" Claire confirmed once again, a little defensively.
"She's right, he's pretty gay" Micelle agreed, from her spot on Liam's lap. "How is Burt gay?" Locke questioned septically.
"He lives in a house with a nother man, collecting stuff and looking at pigeons" Michelle explained.
"And reading, and Broadway. No straight man goes to Broadway" Claire added with a smile.
"I've been to broad way" both Charlie and Liam pointed out in unison.
"Shut up, Liam"
"Yeah, you guys don't count, your British"Claire added once again.
"Aren't Burt and Erne British?" Locke questioned in confusion.
"No" the adults of the room all answered.
"Then what are they?"
"I think Erne's Mexican" Charlie noted, with a shrug. "Ok, then what's Burt?" Locke retorted, sticking to his point.
"Who knows..." Michelle shrugged. "Who cares?" Claire shrugged. "I do" Liam protested meekly, raising a hand as if he were in elementary school.
"Shut up, Liam" The two girls said in unison.
"My point is, Sesame Street was made for kids, therefore they would not make one of the moppets gay" Locke confirmed.
"bull shit. Disney movies have all kinds of kinky shit" Charlie protested.
"Oh, like what?"
"Penis on the cover of little mermaid, the word sex in lion king, someone telling someone else to "take off there close" in Aladdin..." Charlie rambled off. "Your kidding" Michelle gasped in disbelief. "Fraid not" Liam answered for him.
"How do you acquire this knowledge?" Locke questioned sarcastically, acting as if her were giving and interview.
Charlie said nothing, but pointed an accusing finger in Liam's direction. "Bullocks. Did not!" Lima protested skeptically. "You did so" Charlie continued, persistently. Liam made a denying face and smacked Charlie's still pointing hand away, forgetting all about the IV.
"Ow. You little prick" Charlie snapped, holding his hand. "Oh, what are you gonna do about it?" Liam teased. "Im' gonna beat your ass" Charlie confirmed. "Oh, yeah? You and what pair of legs?" Liam questioned sarcastically, indicating to Charlie's bedded disposition. Charlie thought for a moment, opening his mouth to speak but couldn't think of an argument.
"You sir, are an ass" He said finally, makeing it seem like it was something big.
"Ooh. Need some ointment for that burn?" Claire giggled sarcastically. Once again all eyes were on her.
"What?" She questioned, as if she'd said nothing. Suddenly, the door opened, and all eyes turned to the doctor. "Um, the visiting hours are over. One of you can stay, but the rest of you have to go" The doctor explained, a little uncomfortably.
"Guess that's me" Claire grinned, plopping down in a chair by the bed. "Oh, I see how it is. All about the woman now?" Liam interrogated sarcastically as him and Michelle stood, pretending to be offended.
"Shut up, Liam" Charlie grinned from his bed. "I can take Ben if you like" Locke offered, pushing off the desk. "That would be great" Claire grinned, a little to cheery once again. The doctor eyed the group strangely as they piled out the door. "Night, doc" Charlie grinned at the man, who only stared blankly in return. Shaking his head, he closed the door behind him.
"Well, guess its just you and me" Charlie grinned suggestively, turning his head to face Claire.
"I guess so" Claire replied in an equally sexual form before leaning in to kiss him. "Oh!" she gasped suddenly, hoping back in her chair. "What?" Charlie questioned in concern, sitting up to his best potential. "They're kicking again" She explained, holding an hand on her stomach.
"Oh." he smiled. "I would ask to feel, but.." he waved a bandage hand. "I understand" she smiled, glancing up from her stomach for only a few seconds. "Hey, why were here, you should get a sonogram. Figure out if these little babies are two girls, or girl and a boy" Charlie suggested, laying back on his pillow.
"Or a boy and a boy" Claire added. "No. There's gonna be a girl" Charlie confirmed. "I want a girl"
"Your such a Burt" Claire teased, and gave him another kiss.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Boone asked, meeting Hillary outside her building. "Yes. Uh...I don't really know how to say this.." She began nervously, walking down a couple steps.
"Oh, Hill, not now" Boone begged, already predicting what she was going to say. "I'm sorry, Boone. You're a nice guy and all but...I just can't handle being with you right now" She explained sympathetically.
"Why not?" he questioned, a little defensive. "Your just so...mopey all the time" She answered with a shrug. "Mopey? Your breaking up with me because I'm mopey?" He questioned in disbelief. "Boone, please. Don't argue with me" Hillary sighed.
"Fine. Have it your way" he snapped, and with that he began to walk away. Hillary wanted to call after him, but decided not to. Maybe it would be better if he just left.
Boone stormed down the street. The figures witch accompanied him on the side walk turned to blurs. He was far passed angry, and half passed pissed. He needed a drink, bad.
So into the bar on a corner he went. As a Friday night, the place was packed. He pushed his way through the crowd, and made it to the bar. He sat idly in one of the stools until the bartender grabbed his attention.
"Thirsty?" an attractive young women asked from the other side of the bar. "Yes" he answered shortly. "What'll ya have?" She asked with the upmost patents. "Something strong" He replied, exhausted. "Something strong, coming right up" She grinned, and headed off to the get him the drink. Boone laid his head on the counter on top of his arms. Why now? why today? He wondered, ready to bang his head agenst the wood.
After all he'd been through on the island, then Shannon's diapered, and now this?
"Here you go" the bartender returned, passing him the shot glass. He stared down at it for a moment before slamming it down. "Let me know when your ready for another one" She grinned, and headed off again. "How?" he questioned, talking to her back as she began to walk away.
"Sorry?" she asked, turning back to him. "How do I let you know?" he asked, talking loud over the bar. "Just call my name" She grinned, flipping the long brown hair over her shoulder. "And what would that be?" he question simply.
"Eve"
Eve disappeared to the back of the bar. Boone turned on the seat of his stool, facing the dancers as he held the empty shot glass in hand. All a sea of bare arms and midriffs, and the occasional legs beneath a skirt. For a while, he watched idly, not telling one from the other. Then, board with the sight, he turned around once again, laying his head on the bar.
"Eve! Gimme another glass!" A girl called from beside him. He made no attempt to look up.
"Here you go, Shan" Eve's voice replied as she handed the girl a glass. Shan? He looked up, seeing the slinder, short haired brunette head to the crowd. No..it can't be.
"Shannon?" he questioned. She turned, only for a split second, revealing one half of her face before quickly turning back. It was enough. "Shan!" He said once again, hopping off the bar. She stood still, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, standing infront of her. "Leave me alone, Boone" Shannon warned in reply. "My god, what did you do to yourself?" he questioned in shock, taking her in full view. She was wearing dark eye make up an whoreish, blood red lipstick. A black choker around her neck, as well as the ties to her black halter top, that came to a triangle at the end. A black skirt, with a slit up each side, thigh high stockings, and black knee high boots.
"Don't even start, Boone" She growled moodily. "That's it, your coming home" He demanded.
"Uh. I don't think so" She exclaimed skeptically, looking him up and down as if her were crazy.
"I'm not playing games with you. Your coming home" He confirmed, grabbing hold of her arm. "No, I'm not" She protested, pulling it back away.
"Shannon-"
"No." She snapped, and began to walk away.
"Shannon-"
Shannon whipped around, pulling her arm out of his reach. "Don't touch me" She snapped angrily, turning back to him.
"I'm not going to let your ruin your life!" He snapped, makeing no further attempt to drag her away. "Its my life!" She remained him, jabbing a finger at her own chest. "Yeah, and you look like trash" He confirmed. "Fuck you!" Was all she could reply. "Oh, nice argument" he muttered sarcastically.
"Good bye, Boone"
"Shannon, don't-" He ,grabbed her by the arm as she tried to walk away. "Get off of me!" She yelled in protested. He didn't let go. In moments, she spun around, a tiny, but fierce fist meeting the side of his face.
"Don't ever touch me again" she threatened forcefully as her brother stared in disbelief. He could do nothing but watch her walk away, disappearing into the crowd.
Kate looked up as Sawyer emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. "Done" he announced, stopping half way down the little hall.
"Great" She grinned, hopping off the bed. She turned to the little closet and pulled out a towel, turning to meet him face to face.
"Where do you think your going?" He questioned with a smirk. "The shower" She answered, as if it were obvious. "Not unless I'm coming with you" He confirmed, leaning a hand on the wall beside her head to block her way.
"Move"
"Make me"
"Move, or I'll crush your balls"
"You don't have the guts"
Kate said nothing, but looked him in the eye and slowly began to lift her knee, just between his legs as a warning. "Jesus, freckles. Get a since of humor" he growled, backing down quickly.
"I thought that was very funny" She explained pridefully. "Bite me" he muttered in response as he sunk down onto the bed.
"Maybe later" she declared, before sliding into the steamy bath room and swinging the door shut behind her.
"Bitch..." Sawyer muttered bitterly.
"I heard that"
"I head that"
"Fuck you"
"Please do"
"God, you're a pervert"
"You know you love it"
"Charlie" Claire whispered, trying to wake him. It was morning now, he'd falling asleep last night soon after every one left.
"Huh?" he questioned tiredly, rasing an eye brow. "We've got a visitor" Claire explained, steeping aside from the door way to reveal a familiar face.
"Jack?" Charlie beamed at the man in the door way. "What's the matter? Broken hand not enough?" Jack asked teasingly as he stepped inside.
"What can I say, I love pain" Charlie grimaced sarcastically as he shifted in his bed.
"Ow"
"No, I think pain loves you" Jack corrected with a grin, sitting in the little swivel chair.
"Ow"
"Alright, well I have to go throw up. I'll let you two catch up" Claire announced freely, and slipped out the door. Popping back in two seconds later to give Charlie a kiss on the forehead.
"Love you" and then out again. Jack shook his head as he watched her slip outside once again. "Five more months buddy" Jack remininded him, trying not to laugh. "Are you kidding? This is the good part. Beside a little morning sickness here and there, shes great. It's the ones coming up that I'm afraid of. That's when they start throwing things" Charlie explained casually.
"That, I've got to see." Jack grinned, lifting the bandage off Charlie's forehead to take a look.
"Its good to have the old doctor back" Charlie noted, casually allowing him to do his usual examination. "Well its good to have the old patents back" Jack said in reply.
"Dose that mean your in town for good?" Charlie questioned hopefully. "Atleast until Claire has the babies" Jack answered with a smile as he slid the tape back on.
"Is Kate staying too?" Charlie questioned curiously. Jack went silent. "Uh...no" he answered solemnly after a moment. "What happened?" Charlie questioned, sitting up as far as he could.
"I have no idea...I go to her hotel, and she's gone. Haven't seen her since" Jack explained in wonder. "Oh man. What a bitch" Charlie noted, trying to be sympathetic. It didn't work. But hey, atleast he's smiling.
"You have quite the way with words" Jack noted with a little huff of laughter. "How do you think I got Claire?" Charlie remained him. "By calling her a bitch?" Jack questioned playfully.
"Something like that" Charlie joked in reply.
"So has she gotten a check up since we came back?" Jack asked, turning on his doctor tone. "She had a little one at the air port, just like the rest of us. But nothing big. She was planing to get one while we're here" Charlie explained.
"Mind if I do the honors?"
"You better." Charlie insisted. "Ok..." Jack looked at him skeptically. "The doctors a wank" Charlie explained simply. "Aren't we all?" Jack asked sarcastically.
"I wouldn't know. I'm not a doctor" Charlie answered innocently. "Well, you spend enough time in the hospital to be one" Jack reminded him.
"Yeah. Its sad when they know you by name" Charlie agreed, stareing down at his bandaged hand. "How's it healing?" Jack turned his attention to it as well. "I have no idea..." was the answer. "Let me take a look" Jack suggested, and began unwrapping the hand.
Claire slid back in the door way quietly, a little embarrassed from her previous exit. "Feeling better, luv?" Charlie asked, as sympathetic as possible. She nodded, with a smile, and walked over.
"Wow. Its healing better than I thought" Jack noted, stareing at Charlie's hand. "Told you I held fast" Charlie remained.
Claire got one look at the bruised and scraped hand and felt the sickness in her stomach return. "Be right back" she announced, hoping up and fleeing to the bath room once again. "Aw, poor Claire" Charlie sighed in sympathy.
"They'll be over soon" Jack assured, and began wrapping his hand back up. "Excuse me Mr. Pace, its almost noon. Your free to go" The other Doctor explained, barley entering.
"Wonderful" Charlie replied, pulling himself up, a little to far. "Ow. Dammit. Am I suppose to take this with me or what?" he asked, indicating to the IV in his hand. "No, no...I'll have a nurse come in and take that out" The doctor explained, eyeing him strangely.
"Bloody hell"
Moments later, a lovely young nurse entered. "How we feeling?" She asked nicely, as she began to remove the tape. "Peachy" Charlie replied sarcastically. "Ow, Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as she slid the needle out of his hand. "Sorry, sometimes they get a little...stuck"
"You don't say?"
"Charlie, be nice" Claire instructed from the door way. "Yes Ma'am" he obeyed, and pulled himself out of the bed. The nurse simply shook her head and smiled.
"God, I can't believe him" Shannon was ranting as she sunk down into the couch. "I'm sorry" Eve said, sympathetically, plopping down beside her. "He's such an ass whole" She continued, giving a little shiver, as if disgusted.
"I need a drink" She sighed, conclusively. "I know the feeling" Eve grinned, and hoped up once again. "How dare he come after me, and try to tell me what to do after he kicked me out!?" She continued angrily.
"What are ass wholes for?" Eve reminded her, as she returned with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. "Self obsessed, controlling, spoiled, over protective, metro-sexual little prick" Shannon snarled before taking the shot down. Eve tried not to laugh as she patted her back soothingly. "I mean, I do all this shit to try and meet his high fucking standards! But no, nothings good enough for him! I mean, I was stuck on an island for fucks sake! And he still treats me like I'm some spoiled little priss who can't take care of herself!" She continued angrily.
"So wait, you were one of those people from that plane crash thing?" Eve questioned in confusion. "Yeah..." Shannon answered, unenthused. "wow. You've been through more than I thought..." She mused.
"Tell me about it..."
"Maybe you should see...I dunno, a therapist" Eve suggested, mildly concerned. "Excuse me...?" Shannon questioned in disbelief, giving her an unsteady glare. "Well I'm just saying, maybe you should talk to some one" Eve explained.
"What am I doing now?" Shannon asked moodily. "Bitching" Eve answered. "Well, I'm soooo sorry." Shannon snapped, hoping off the couch.
"You know, you sound just like him" She continued, grabbing her cloths of the floor. "Shan, don't get all pissy" Eve pleaded to her best attempt.
"Thanks for nothing" Shannon ignored her, and stormed out the door.
"Wow, this stuff is really cold" Claire noted in a shaky voice as Jack move the little sonogram camra over her stomach. "It'll warm up soon" Jack assured, trying not to smile. Charlie was makeing no such attempt as he squeezed Claire's hand, an excited grin on his face.
The image began to show on the screen in seconds. Two black and white, tiny figures curled up agenst one another. "Oh my god..." Claire beamed, not knowing what else to say. "There they are" Jack announced, turning to face the screen as well. "They're beautiful" Charlie beamed, smiling over at Claire. "Yep. Two girls" Jack assumed. "Poor Ben. He's surmounted by women" Charlie joked.
"Yeah. You included" Claire teased, giving him playfully nudge. "Well, they're perfectly healthy" Jack assured, turning back to the couple.
"Are you sure they're mine?" Charlie joked at his own expense. "They better be" Claire replied. "Unless you're the virgin Claire..." Charlie said sarchasticly. "Right..." Claire muttered to herself.
Jack coughed uncomfortable, letting the two know he was still there. "Excuse you" Charlie grinned, ignoring the gesture and giving Claire a kiss on the cheek.
"Great, I think I'm gonna throw up" Jack teased. "Jealous"Charlie grinned in reply. Jack shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Well, I think were done here" he announced, changing the subject.
In moments, Claire was up again, off to get dressed. "You know, Jack. What with me being injured and all, me and Claire might need some help around the house. Your welcome to stay if you like" Charlie offered, helping Jack with the equipment.
"Oh, no. You guys are like newly weds, I don't want to intrude" Jack assured thoughtfully. "You wouldn't be intruding. Come on" Charlie insisted. "Alright..." Jack gave in with a sigh. "great." Charlie grinned in return.
