DISCLAIMER: So, no, I don't own LOST, but do you think I'd be writing this if I did?

A/N: So, here's my Jack/Claire entry; this was surprisingly difficult because I think this ship is too cute. It also kind of fits with all the other stories in this set at the moment, so they are still kind of connected.

SPOILERS: Exodus Parts 1 and 2, possibly any Jack episode or the Claire episode; as usual, I guess anything in Season One is game, and knowledge of my previous stories might help, they sort of build off one another.

Claire gently rocked Aaron in his cradle, singing to him softly. He had been fitful in the past week, and Claire had tried her best to keep him happy, but it was harder now that she was the only one truly concerned with Aaron's well fare. Ever since she had seen Charlie getting high, she had suspected for a while that he might have found a heroin stash somewhere, she had told him to stay away from her and Aaron, and she didn't regret it, too much.

Claire only regretted her decision slightly when she hadn't slept in nearly twenty hours and knew that she should really shower and do a few other basic hygiene steps while Aaron rested. With almost half the other survivors off searching for Walt everyday, it wasn't hard for everyone to forget that she was a new mother.

To be honest, Claire didn't mind. It was much better than the constant dotting and attention she had received right after Aaron was born. However, a helping hand every once and a while would be nice. Since caring for a child was much more work than she had ever dreamed.

Claire stopped rocking the cradle, satisfied that Aaron was truly asleep. Now, she needed to find someone to keep an eye on Aaron while she went and showered. Claire scanned the beach; it was pretty much deserted. Maybe ten people were still hanging around, and she hardly knew any of them.

Maybe if she hadn't disappeared for two weeks, and lost a good portion of her memories, she would be willing to ask one of these people to help because she loved people and knew that she had probably gotten to know almost everyone on the island before she was kidnapped.

However, the only person still left on the beach that she remotely trusted was Sayid, who must have taken a day off from searching for Walt. She had heard that there were two search parties; one led by Locke and the other by Sayid, someone else might be taking over for him today.

"Hi, Sayid," Claire said, walking over Sayid's shelter where he was fiddling with some electronics.

Sayid looked up at her and smiled. "Hello, Claire. Can I help you with something?" he asked, setting aside his tools.

"Oh, you don't have to stop working," Claire assured him. "I was just wondering if you could keep an eye on Aaron while I go to the caves to shower. He's asleep right now, and I, uh, I don't have anyone to watch him."

Sayid gave her a sympathetic smile. "Of course," he said. "It's the least I can do."

Claire grinned at him. "Thank you," she gushed. "I won't be long, I promise."

Sayid laughed, grabbing his tools and following Claire over to her camp. "Take as long as you need. You deserve a break every once and a while, Claire."

Claire smiled slightly and dug through her things, finding a clean set of clothing. With one look back, Claire took off toward the caves, looking forward to the shower that awaited her.

Claire arrived at the caves to find them just as deserted as the beach. She counted only six people hanging around as she made her way to the showers. Claire, so happy to be alone and showering, did not even stop to check if anyone was already showering and just stripped down in the small alcove in the caves that was provided for that purpose.

So, when she walked into the area with the showers, she was surprised to find a very wet, and naked, Jack standing under the showers. Claire shrieked in surprise, causing Jack to turn and look at her. Hastily, she tried to cover herself up, blushing furiously. "I'm so sorry," Claire said. "I'll just go and wait." She scrambled back to the alcove and pulled her shirt on, her face burning in embarrassment.

She couldn't believe she had been so out of it that she had just walked into the showers without checking to make sure they were deserted first. A few minutes later, Jack appeared, still wet and still topless. He had pulled on a pair of jeans and was grinning at her. "Daydreaming, Claire?" he asked mischievously.

Claire blushed again. "Maybe," she replied. "Are you done?"

Jack glanced at her, up and down. For a second, Claire felt distinctly uncomfortable and excited at the same time. "Yes," he finally pronounced. "Unless you'd like some help?" he offered.

Claire turned even redder and just shook her head, unable to respond. She took her shirt and a towel with her soap into the showers. She hoped that the showers might clear her clouded head; since when did Jack make her head clouded? The only person she remembered making her feel like that on the island was Charlie, and well Locke once, but that was different.

Claire took a long shower; basking in the cool water running down her body and trying to save this feeling for when she was covered in Aaron's spit-up. After about twenty minutes, Claire decided she should probably start getting ready to head back to the beach. Aaron could hardly be trusted to sleep for more than an hour at a time, and by the time she got her things together, that hour would nearly be up.

Claire trudged out of the shower, unhappy that she had to get out of the showers, but resigned to the fact that it would be best to get back to Aaron. She pulled on her clean clothes and brushed out her wet hair, pulling it up on top of her head. She glanced around, trying to make sure that she hadn't forgotten anything, and noticed something, her old pair of pants were missing.

Claire suspected that Jack had taken them; she knew it was to get back at her for walking in on him, but she was still annoyed. Claire hurried back to the caves, determined to let Jack know just what she thought of the trick. "Jack!" she called, entering the cave space he had claimed as his own. "You have something of mine."

Jack emerged from a shadow, a large grin on his face, holding her pants. "I assume you mean these," he said wickedly. Claire just glared at him, furious but amused despite it all. "Has anyone ever told you you're adorable when you're angry?" His eyes danced.

Claire felt her anger turn to embarrassment in less than a second. "Thank you," Claire stuttered out, still blushing furiously. "Could I have my pants, please?"

The mischievous glint was back in his eyes, and Claire tried to not squirm a little. That look made her feel excited and nervous all at the same time. "Possibly," Jack teased. "So, who's watching Aaron?"

Claire blinked. He had switched gears much too fast for Claire to follow. "Uh, Sayid," Claire stumbled out. She tried to say something else, but nothing was coming. Jack gave her a small smile, and Claire was even more flustered.

"So, you wanna stay for some guava and water?" Jack asked, again changing direction so fast it left Claire dizzy. "Sun claims that the guava's excellent."

Claire blushed. Was he flirting with her again? "I should be getting back though," she made a vague motion in the direction of the beach, "Aaron'll be awake soon from his nap. I don't want to cause Sayid too much trouble."

"Oh course not," Jack dismissed, but Claire sensed he was hurt.

Claire wasn't sure what compelled her to make the next move; although, she was quite sure her brain didn't clear the action. She took two steps forward and pecked Jack on the lips. She pulled back and saw that Jack was stunned. However, his surprise lasted all of three seconds, before he pulled her back for a much more breathtaking kiss.

A while passed before Jack released her, and Claire stumbled back, stars in her eyes, blushing violently. "I, uh, I really need to go now." Jack gave her a swift nod, but she saw the smile playing across his features. "But, a rain check, maybe?"

Jack smiled at her, and Claire's heart skipped a beat. "Whenever you can find the time."

Claire smiled and left the caves, humming a sappy love song. She hadn't felt like this a long time, even Charlie hadn't made her this giddy. It wasn't until she was back at the beach that she realized something, Jack still had her pants.

Claire smiled slightly; he had probably planned that. Besides, it would give her an excuse to go see him sooner. She hoped that Sayid enjoyed babysitting Aaron because she might need a babysitter more now, and that thought made the whole world light up.

Yeah, I know it was sappy. I'm not sure when the next entry will be up, but it's a strange one, Boone/Sun; think about that. Oh, well, I like a challenge. Again, if you like these, go check out the "Cult Ship Fanfiction Challenge" at LostForum(dot)com.

Oh, and I love reviews. :)