"What?" Kate gasped.
"You heard me," said Sawyer with a smirk. "When were you going to tell me you were pregnant?"
"That's ridiculous," Kate lied automatically.
"Is it, then?" Sawyer was enjoying himself.
"Shove it, Sawyer," said Kate. It was a bit elementary, she knew. But it was all she had. Then she had an inspiration. "I can't be pregnant, Sawyer. I'm not even married."
"Oh, you don't seem like the type who would wait until they got married, Freckles," said Sawyer with a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm only twenty-seven," said Kate desperately.
"So?" It was all he needed to say. Kate sighed helplessly.
"Who's the daddy?" Sawyer wanted to know.
Kate rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, now, Freckles. Who's the daddy?"
Kate knew she wasn't going to get out of this one. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try.
"If I were pregnant," she said. "which I'm not- why would I tell you who the father was? It isn't any of your business."
"I still have a right to know."
"No, you don't!"
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't any of your business!" Kate cried. "Leave me alone."
"Just tell me," said Sawyer. "because I already got a feeling I know who it is."
Kate turned her head. "It's Jack." she mumbled.
"Didn't quite catch that, Kate, could you say that again?"
"IT'S JACK! Are you happy now?"
Sawyer smiled gleefully. "Well, well, well," said Sawyer, still smirking. "Your first baby, and it's with none other than Doctor Do-Right."
"Could you not rent the Goodyear blimp yet? I don't exactly want the entire island to know that I had premarital sex."
"You still did it, Freckles," said Sawyer, still grinning. "with the doctor-"
"Enough." said Kate. It was one thing for Sawyer to torment her. It was another for him to go on about Jack.
"All right, all right." said Sawyer, holding up his hands.
"Don't tell anyone." Kate begged.
"Does Jack know?" Sawyer asked.
"Duh, Sawyer. Now go away."
Sawyer walked away, smirking. When he saw Jack on the way, he said, "Way to go, Jacko."
Jack pulled him back by the arm. "What did you say to me?"
"Well didn't ya hear?" he said. "Kate's pregnant, and word on the street is it's yours."
Jack grimaced. Sawyer knew.
"How did you find out?" he asked.
"Well, Kate told me, of course." said Sawyer.
Jack bit his lip. "Keep it quiet, Sawyer. Please."
Sawyer debated what to do. Keep Jack and Kate's secret, or screw them over like he'd done to Kate once before? Sawyer found it in his heart to keep the secret.
"All right," he said finally.
They began to depart.
"You're a lucky man, Jack," called Sawyer. "Kate's a nice girl. Take care of her."
Jack smiled. "Thanks, Sawyer."
-CHAPTER SIX- FAITH-
Sun sat down beside Michael and handed him a cup. It was dark out. Michael was sitting by the fire, alone. He hadn't eaten and barely slept in two days.
"It's tea," said Sun. "I made it for you."
Michael said, "Thanks." but he didn't have the energy or the faith to smile.
Sun sighed. "Michael," she said. "It isn't the end-"
"Don't say that."
"-Walt isn't dead-"
"You don't know that."
"-He can take care of himself. He's ten years old."
"He's just a kid!" Michael exclaimed. "Man, you don't know what those freaks on that boat are going to do to him!"
Sun exhaled. "It isn't your fault," she said. "it isn't your fault that you couldn't save him."
Michael closed his eyes. "Maybe," he said.
Sun sighed. "Pray for your son."
"Excuse me?"
"Pray for Walt. If you believe in God, he will help you when you need him. If you don't, you're on your own."
Michael looked at her. "I don't believe in fate."
"It isn't fate. It isn't destiny. It's faith. It's faith in God, faith in everything around you. Faith in bringing your boy back to you."
Michael sighed. Sun took his hands and spoke out loud.
"Dear Lord. Please reunite this father with his son..."
-CHAPTER SIX-FAITH-
"There, there. Quiet down, you. Everything's going to be fine." Charlie tried, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get Aaron to stop screaming.
"Where's the bloody off switch on this thing?" he joked. Claire laughed.
"Here. Pick him up and rock him. He likes that." she said.
Claire placed Aaron in Charlie's arms. Charlie rocked the baby and he stopped crying.
"You look good holding a baby," said Claire, pushing a lock of curly blond hair behind her ear and smiling. "You'd make a good daddy."
Charlie grinned. "Thanks." he looked down at the baby in his arms. "Here, he's asleep."
Claire took her son back and put him in his cradle. She kissed Charlie's cheek. "See you around," she said.
"Bye," said Charlie. He walked away. Claire sat down beside Aaron and picked up a book.
Charlie went into the caves and found his knapsack. He pulled the statue of the Virgin Mary out. It was broken. Heroin was inside it.
Charlie took all the heroin out or the statue and held it in his hands. This was a huge step for him. He almost didn't want to do it.
Charlie closed his eyes and threw all the heroin in the fire. He watched them turn into ash.
"For Claire," he was thinking as he did this. "I did it for Claire and Aaron."
-CHAPTER SIX-FAITH-
Hurley whistled cheerily as he collected wood for the fire. He knew that he was driving Sawyer insane, but that was everyone's goal on the island- to piss Sawyer off at least once a day and see how long it would take him to give you a new crude nickname.
"Can you stop that, lard ball?" Sawyer said testily.
"Two minutes," said Hurley. "Your timing is inconsistent, Sawyer."
"Whatever," said Sawyer, not bothering to ask what the hell Hurley was talking about. He turned his back on Hurley and brought his axe down on a piece of wood rather hard. It broke into a zillion and two small pieces and they flew all over the place.
"Son of a BITCH!" Sawyer exploded. He began to pick up the wood.
Hurley looked at him. "Something wrong, Sawyer?"
"Huh? No." said Sawyer.
"Something's wrong." Hurley stated.
"Yeah, there's wood all over the damn place!" Sawyer said testily.
"Something else is wrong," said Hurley.
"So what if it is?"
"Do you want to tell me?" said Hurley.
Sawyer kicked a tree. "No."
"It's Kate, isn't it?"
Sawyer eyed Hurley. "No."
"It is too."
"How would you know, blubber gut?" Sawyer spat.
Hurley was used to this sort of language from Sawyer. Besides, Hurley didn't consider himself fat. He prefered "A Bit Chubby" or "Big Boned".
"Dude. Kate's got Jack. You've got no one."
Sawyer was furious, but he knew Hurley was right. This pleased Hurley, because Sawyer was pissed off and in denial at the same time, which majorly confused him. Hurley grinned.
"What are you laughing about?" Sawyer demanded.
"Nothin'," said Hurley with a smile. He picked up a branch and resumed whistling.
Sawyer rolled his eyes. He brought his axe down on another piece of wood, gentler this time. It still scattered wood chips all over.
Sawyer leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. "Today is not my day." he mumbled under his breath.
"You say something?" Hurley questioned.
"Huh?"
"Did. You. Say. Some. Thing." Hurley sounded out as if he were talking to a three year old.
"No." said Sawyer, who wasn't appreciating the sarcasm right now. He sat down on a fallen log.
Hurley sighed and sat down beside him. "What's wrong?"
Sawyer kicked a root. First he kept quiet, then he burst out, "This sucks."
"Well, it isn't so bad. I mean, sure, we're starving, and there's some creepy security system out there in the jungle that eats people, and, I mean, there's the occasional explosion of one of our fellow survivors, and no one's coming for us, but other than that I'd say we're doing okay."
Sawyer did not have the heart to smile.
"Tell me what's bugging you, man." said Hurley.
"It's nothing." said Sawyer. Compared to exploding, having your heart broken really was nothing.
A/N: I don't really like the last line. Then again, I don't really like my story. It's too mushy-gushy and all that junk. But I'm writing a Sci-Fi Lost Fic which I like a lot better.
Okay, what I like reading doesn't matter. What you like reading does, because that's what I write. So review, please!
PS- If anyone has any requests as to what they want to see... I'm running out of ideas for Emenius Sleepus. ;) If not, I've still got something left... :&mischevous grin&: