General: Need a bata! Bad! As I'm sure you noticed. any offers? Please send me your e-mail address and let me know. Thank you!

Hekate-Trivia: Hey, sorry about the spelling. I'm not so great at it and I don't have spell check. I'm looking for a bata, but until then I'm just managing with what I have. I know the idea is really confusing, and I can promise you by the end of the story, it will make since. But until then, its confusing. If you have any questions about something that really doesn't make since, please let me know. I'll be glad to explain. Or at least try.

Lostlorenzo: Well, this story is as I'm sure you've noticed, a bit confusing. I'll try to answer some questions, but it'll be hard without giving to much away. Lets see...Neither Charlie, Claire or any one else from the crash has any memory of it. Nor dose the rest of the world. Almost as if it didn't happen. Claire dose remember Charlie, but only from a dream. I know, its probably not making much since now, but I can defiantly promise you it will eventually. As for the Charlie's relation ship with Eaden, it won't last long. And of course, him and Claire will get together, and will defiantly have lots of sex! So, there is some hope. This chapter should answer some more of your questions, so I'll let you get to it.

Deja Vu

An empty beach, waves crashing against the shore. The dark waters twisting and turning beneath a gray sky. Cool air and light remains of rain fall swirling across the sandy shore. Wreckage scattered around them that had cooled long ago. There was no panic, no fear amongst the mass of destruction. But instead, peace. A cool calming feeling that nearly overwhelmed her. She felt as if she was under water, floating on air. Her bare feet slipped in the sand, skin touching skin. Her damp hair half pulled back, half falling around her as she spun in circles.

A smile on her face witch no earthly being could create. Some where in the distance a familiar song played softly on a single guitar. Losing balance from the happy, dizzy feeling that swept over her, she feel back into his arms. Feeling the hold tight around her waist. Feeling the tiny little pricks of his castaway beard on her cheek. Looking up to see him staring down at her with deep, dark blue eyes that reflected so much love.

The look was so strong, so powerful, it not only hit her eyes, but the pit of her stomach. She could feel him inside her. In the warmth at the tip of her fingers, in the taste on her lips, and most strongly in her heart. A feeling so real she could actually physically feel it, knotting in the back of her throat.

It was indescribable. But something inside of her. Something primeval and powerful sent a desire to reach up and kiss him trough every inch of her body. And she did...

"Claire?"

She felt something jerk at her arm, and her eyes flew open instinctively. In a flash she was back in her room. She was sitting up in her bed, comforter twisted around her in the dim little room. Shannon, her room mate, sat on the end of the bed, looking at her as if she were crazy.

Claire was breathing heavily, and her heart was pounding. She could still feel the warmth in her cheeks, the taste on her lips, hear the light music playing softly in the background.

She blinked a few times, trying to wash the remains of the dream out of her mind. She was shaking in the best of ways. "Claire, are you all right?" Shannon questioned, watching her in concern as a smile melted its way across her face. "yeah...I...I had this dream"

"Another nightmare?" Shannon asked in concern. Recently, Claire had been experiencing a stream of very violent and terrifying nightmares. They'd been driving her crazy, and keeping her up for weeks. "No" Claire shook her head, finding it hard to talk.

"It wasn't a nightmare. It was...It was amazing" She finally managed to get it out, she still felt tingly all over and she didn't know why.

"Hmmm...someone's been masturbating" Shannon concluded sarcastically. "Shannon!" Claire tossed a pillow at her scoldingly. "Well, it was a sex dream, am I right?"

"No...well, not exactly" Claire tried to explain, realizing she wasn't making much since. Apparently Shannon realized it to, for her eye brow raised so high it nearly touched her hair line. "It wasn't sex...but there was a guy" she clarified, the dreamy look returning to her face. "I knew it!" Shannon declared in triumph.

Claire simply gave her a look. "Sorry, sorry. Go on" Shannon insisted apologetically. "Well...there's not much to explain. I was on a beach, in the rain, with this guy..." She began, seeing it repeat before her eyes. "Was he hot?" Shannon interrupted once again in a girlish fashion.

"...Yeah" Claire admitted after a moment, hearing a girly little giggle escape Shannon's huge grin.

"So anyway. It was me and the guy on the beach, and there was all this wreckage junk around us, like a plain had crashed or something..." Claire continued. "And we were dancing. Well, mostly me. I was spinning, and I just felt really, really happy. I ended up losing my balance, fell into him. And it felt so real, I could almost smell him. Then I looked up, and he was starring at me, and I couldn't control my self. I just reached up and kissed him..." She finished, sinking back into her pillow.

"Lucky bitch" Shannon muttered jealously. Claire rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll leave you to get back to your sex dream" Shannon sighed playfully, hopping off Claire's bed. "Yeah, next time don't wake me up" Claire instructed jokingly, laying back down. Shannon laughed and slipped out the door, leaving Claire alone with her thoughts.

She had given Shan the gist, but had left one thing out. Something that seemed so unimportant to tell, but somehow managed to hold an effect on her. Making the feeling she got from her dream all the more strange.

If she had told Shannon, she would have just poked fun. After all, how do you tell your room mate your having romantic dreams about the guy next door whom you've only seen once? Not to mention that when she saw him, she ran. She also didn't tell Shannon that the guy in this dream was the same one who helped her in her nightmares.

Why she was dreaming about him, she didn't know. But Claire wasn't one to ignore her dreams, and sooner or later she would bump into this guy again and find out exactly what was causing them.

Later...

Charlie sat up in his bed. His head was pounding. He could hear the continuos pounding like a fist against wood. "Charlie!" The words startled him, and he looked around the room in search of who had spoken them. It took a moment occur to him that the pounding in his head was actually the pounding on his front door, where the voice had came from. "Charlie, open the fuck up!" Liam called, continuing his rave on the helpless door.

"Hold on" He grumbled in annoyance, pulling himself out of bed unwillingly and staggering his way to the door. It took him a while to unlock it, and the fact that it was moving from the beating on the other side didn't make it any easier. He pulled hit open, Liam's hand still in a fist position.

"What?" He asked in the grumpiest of tones, starring at his brother in annoyance through half-closed eyes. "I'm in love!" Liam declared with a huge grin across his face. He grab hold of his brothers and repeated himself a second time, shaking him to magnify his point. "Get off!" Charlie insisted, not in the mood to be shaken, let alone touched, let alone awake.

Liam continued smiling as he shut the door. "But you heard me right?"

"Yes..." he groaned in reply, slumping down onto the couch and burying his aching head into his hands. "Well? Aren't you going to congratulate me?" Liam insisted, stopping in front of him. "Congratulations" Charlie muttered, laying himself down and closing his eyes. "Hey, come on. This is a happy occasion." Liam persisted, giving his brother a playful slap on the shoulder as he sat down on the coffee table.

Charlie muttered something in protest that wasn't quite English, and rolled over, turning his back to him. Why not? Liam had turned his back on him a thousand times. "Come on, Charlie! This is serious. I really need to talk to someone" Liam insisted, shaking him by the shoulder once again. "Then come back later" Charlie suggested, muffled by the fact that he'd buried his face into the cushion.

"Not later. I want to talk now" Liam insisted, somehow managing to squeeze onto the couch beside his brother. "Pleeeease" He hugged him and begged in a childish manor, determined to get his way. And as usual, he did. "Fine" Charlie grumbled, rolling onto his back. Liam sat up, pleased.

"So who is she?" Charlie questioned, laying his hand on his head in an attempt to ease the pain. It didn't seem to be working. "Uh...Sharon, Shelly? no...Sara? No, that's not it...I don't know. Something with an S" Liam thought aloud for a moment, trying hard to remember. Charlie shook his head. "Don't even know her name" He noted in amusement.

"Well, I was a bit indisposed at the time. But I swear to god, Charlie. She was the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" Liam insisted, and dazed look upon his face. "And where did you see her exactly? The club? Or through a pair of binoculars while hiding in some bushes?" Charlie questioned teasingly. "Cute" Liam muttered sarcastically.

"Well, did you get her number?"

"Yep. I've got it right here" Liam assured, holding up his hand. "Well right it down before it gets smeared" Charlie suggested, feeling as if he were talking to a toddler. "Right!" Liam nodded and began knocking the layer of junk around on the coffee table in search of something to write both on and with.

Charlie forced himself to sit up and rubbed his eyes, trying his best to wake up. Liam scribbled down the number, folded the paper and shoved it into his air-tight pocket. "Where did Eaden go?" Charlie asked, running his hand back through his slept-in hair. "I dounno. But she was pissed" Liam explained in amusement. "Hm, what a surprise" He muttered sarcastically. "What'd she say?"

"Something along the lines of 'when you see Charlie, tell him he's a dick and if I ever see him again I'm gonna kill him" Liam explained with a smile.

"Oh, pleasant. Think its to early to call?"

"Yeah, she's probably still asleep. Besides, you might want to track her down this time. You know how she likes to hang up" Liam reminded jokingly, though sadly, he was being perfectly honest. "Nah. I'll just wait for her to come home" Charlie concluded with a sigh, slouching back against the couch and reaching into his pocket.

"What makes you so sure she will?" Liam asked curiously. Charlie little plastic bag out of his pocket and dangled it between pointer and thumb. "Ahh...right" Liam noted, understanding the gesture entirely. Because one thing they both knew, no matter how angry Eaden was, sooner or later she'd be back. Not because she loved him. Because she loved drugs. And that's one thing Charlie always had.

"Well good luck with that. I'm gonna go home, take a shower, and call my club goddess" Liam explained, hopping to his feet in a burst of energy. Charlie smiled as he watched him head for the door. Once he was gone, he hopped into the bath room and closed the door.

The air was much cooler inside the tiny room. Especially the tile. He had half a mind to lay down on the floor and fall back asleep, but that would be way to much of a junkie thing to do. So instead, he reached into the shower and turned the faucet, hearing the rush of water instantly crashing down from the shower-head.

He leaned back against the door for a moment, waiting for the water to heat up. From what he could tell in his reflection from the mirror over the sink, he looked like complete shit. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red and sunken, with dark rings around them. His skin was pale, and he could see no color in his lips. Funny, Liam didn't say anything. He used to always tease Charlie when he looked rough. But now, he didn't even acknowledge it. Then again, maybe he looked like that all the time.

Charlie closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about himself like that, let alone look at it. The pounding in his head stopped and was replaced with the sound of cascading water witch triggered another memory. He was in a jungle. It was dark, gray, and raining like hell. He stood behind a tree, watching for something. He didn't know what exactly, But he wasn't the only one.

He could feel the slick of his hair against his forehead and the slick of the gun in his hand. Why he had it, he didn't know. She came running, well, more like waddling the best she could. Her long, soaked hair whipping around her. She was being chased. A very tall, very angry looking made followed behind, and was soon knocked to the grown. In an instant, he was surrounded. A group of men of all different creeds, and even one women appeared out of no where, each with a gun pointed directly at him.

The man remained on the ground in the mud. Trapped. Helpless. The rain continued to crash down. But all Charlie could look at was the girl. She stood near a tree, still trying to catch her breath. He could almost hear her heart pounding. Her fear sent a chill down his spine. It made him sick.

For reasons un known, uncontrolled, he held up the gun. Hearing it fire repeatedly as it shook in his hands. He watched as the wholes appeared in the mans flesh, ripping through his cloths, through his skin. Blood spraying out of them and mixing with the rain until he lied motionless on the ground.

Charlie's eyes opened once again. He looked down at his hands, watching them trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were wide in shock. He was finding it harder to breath. He was shaking all over. He felt like panicking. He didn't know why he was seeing this things. Had not a single fucking clue. But what ever it was, it was going to stop.

Panting still, he reached a trembling hand into his pocket and pulled out the bag, pouring a bit of the contents into the palm of his hand. Heroine wouldn't make it stop, but it just might help. With that, he pulled off his cloths and hopped into the shower.

Later...

She held her baby tight in her arms, looking up at the man beside her. She had this strange since of admiration for him. As if She owd him her life. He smiled back at her with such care, such warmth. A scare sat on top his forehead, just above left eye brow. It look rough, but didn't make him any less attractive. She didn't know why, but she loved this man more than life its self.

With in a flash the image was gone. She was once again at work, looking down at her hands in her lap. She blinked a few times to shake off the dream, and looked around to make sure no one had caught her sleeping. The Laundromat was empty as fas as she could see. Though She could hear Jin and Sun arguing in the back room.

Like any other Laundromat in LA, it was ran by a Korean couple. Both spoke some English, though Sun was much better at it than Jin. But when arguing, they both preferred Korean. Most like because Claire couldn't understand a word they were saying, or so they thought. She didn't know much, but once and a while she could pick up on a few dirty words. And from the number of them that had popped up in the few seconds she'd been awake, Sun was defiantly pissed.

Claire shook her head and laughed to herself, flipping the page in her diary that had been nestled in her lap. She picked up her in and touched it to the page, surprised to find that it had already been written on. At first she thought it had simply flipped backwards when she fell asleep, but as she flipped back a page, she recognized the last thing she wrote in plan view. Confused, she turned to the new page once again and squinted to read the had writhing.

I realized I really like Charlie.
There's something about him that's
So adorable and sweet.
Even in a scary place like this,
Charlie makes me feel safe

She stared at the text for a long, long time. One hundred percent confused. It was in her hand writhing, but there was no way on earth she could have written it. Could she have written it in her sleep? No, that didn't make any since. Then again, it seemed nothing was making much since to her lately.

She had had some odd dreams at the begging of her pregnancy. Maybe now with all the stress of having Aaron crying constantly, living in a little shit-whole apartment and working in a Laundromat was bringing it back.
Yes, that's what it was. Stress. That's what she concluded as shut the book closed in her hand and shoved it into

her coat pocket as Sun walked out from the back room. She looked weighted, but wasn't about to show it. Sun waited until she got behind the counter to fake her smile. And Claire faked one right back, pretending she had heard they're argument. Pretending she hadn't written in her sleep. Pretending she wasn't loosing her ever-loving mind.

"Any one come in?" Sun asked, wiping her hands on her plain gray skirt. "Nope" Claire shook her head, her voice coming out soft and meek. She avoided eye contact. Not wanting to see what kind of pain were in the poor women's eyes today. Claire could never understand why Sun stayed with him. From what she could tell, he treated her like shit.

It was getting harder and harder to keep her mouth shut. But Claire new very well that though she considered Sun a friend, her marriage was her business. And Claire was not one to meddled. Sun sighed and sat down. "We're running out of customers" She noted after a moment, laying her head on her arms.

"I wouldn't worry. In all of L.A. I'm sure someone has close who need to be washed" Claire assured, trying her best to sound optimistic. "Lets hope" Sun replied with a smile, and slid back onto her feet.

Later...

Charlie stepped out of the bath room and was instantly pushed into the wall. His back hit so hard it made on of the posters beside him fall. He would have lost his towel if he hadn't grabbed onto. He turned, seeing Eaden face to face as she stared dead into his eyes. Hands still pressed against his chest. This wasn't Eaden sexual. This was Eadan pissed. The differences were small, but over the years he's learned to tell them apart.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She hissed, raising her one pierced eye brow as she unconcisely dug her nails into his chest. "What did I do?" He managed to choke out, holding back a yup of pain. "You left me you fucking ass whole! I had to walk to a fucking hotel. Your lucky I didn't get killed!" She exclaimed, giving him a violent shove with the end of every sentence.

"I'm sorry" was all he could think to say. The back of his head had hit the front of the wall to many times to think straight. "Your sorry? Your damn right your sorry! Damn it, Charlie! What the fuck was your problem any way?" She insisted, finally letting go of him long enough so that he could move away from the wall.

"I'm sorry, ok? I was jealous. I couldn't handle watching you hang all over Liam and-" He tried to explained, hearing her interrupt him with an obnoxious scoff. "You honestly think I would have anything to do with Liam? Please, I got more taste than that" She rolled her eyes in a moody little manor. Sounding far to much like a valley girl, only really drunk.

"You were sitting on his bloody lap!" Charlie exclaimed, letting his anger grab hold of him. "So fucking what? You have groupies hanging over you all the fucking time!" She accused in reply. "Oh, bull shit" He scoffed, but was once again interrupted.

"You think that I like watching you parade yourself on stage in front of all those girls? Maybe I should Fuck Liam. Then I can get all fucked up and leave you in a god damn club with all your drunk fucking friends, and you can walk three blocks to a bloody hotel at midnight! Then maybe you'd know how I feel!"

She raved relentlessly, her voice peaking with emotion. He could hear it coming out raw in the back of her throat. A mixture of nicotine and fighting back tears. She sounded awful, and looked ten times worse. And the brimming of tears in her eyes didn't make the situation any easier.

Her hands waved at him, trying to hit him, tiny fist beating at him with little strength to fallow. He held on to her wrist, trying to make her stop without hurting her. She wrapped her hand away and followed up with a clean smack across his face. It was firm enough to turn his head to the side and leave a sting on his skin.

He felt terrible, not matter how angry he had been before. He had no right to just leave her. Sadly enough, he didn't even think to take her home. After a few bears and a few hits all he could think about was how pissed off he was at her. Perhaps he assumed Liam would give her a ride home. God knows what she may have given him in return.

But then again, maybe she wasn't lying. Maybe he was just being jealous. He knew he had a bit of a problem with envy, especially when it came to Liam, who had the world at his feet and got every thing he desired. Why wouldn't he get Eaden, too? The more he stared at her, the worse he felt. It was a stretch of regret, fussing in the pit of his stomach. If the anger wasn't still cooling inside him he may have cried. Especially when he noticed the bruise on the side of her face.

It was monstrous. Running from the edge of her eye brow to the back of her ear. And another across her caller bone. "Jesus Christ, what happened?" He asked in concern, reaching out to better inspect it. "Don't fucking touch me" She choked out, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Charlie ignored her demand and lifted his hand to her chin, turning her head so that he could look at the bruise. It was dark, heavy shades of purple near the center and lighter shades of yellow and green at the edge. Near the middle were a few shallow cuts, already starting to heal, though he could tell that the had bleed before. The one on her caller bone was even worse.

He felt a knot twist in his stomach as he looked over her, tears gently rolling down her cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara behind. He could feel his hand began to shake. God, what have I done? "Eaden, Luv, I am so sorry" He apologized, openly. Trying to urge every ounce of sorry in him to the tip of his tongue.

He slid his arms around her, holding her as close as he could. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to cry on his shoulder and forgive him. Do something to make him feel less worthless. But instead, she just shoved him away.

"I said don't touch me!" She shirked once again, her voice pitched with emotion. "This is your fault, damn it!" She hissed, looking him dead in the eye as she smacked at the bruise across her neck. The accusation hit him like a knife in the heart. "Its all your fucking fault..." Her voice trailed of into a squeaky whisper, to hoarse to talk.

She doubled over, the waves of emotion growing to strong for her to control herself. She dropped to the floor and curled her knees up to her chest. Burying her head beneath her arms as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Charlie stood before her, not knowing what to do. He wanted so badly to comfort her.

He could barley stand watching, knowing it was indeed his fault. But he wouldn't let himself fall apart. He had to figure this out. He had to know what happened. He knelt down in front of her, careful not to lose his towel, and lifted his hand to the side of her face.

"Eaden, luv. Please look at me" He pleaded softly, running his hand through her tangled hair. She ignored him, continuing to shake before him. "Please" He begged, hearing a bit of a squeak in his own voice. the guilt was becoming to much for him to handle. Slowly, she looked up at him. Eyes surrounded by the liquid-black make up that dripped down her cheeks in light gray streaks.

"Who did this to you?" He questioned, swallowing the emotion in order to gather the information needed. She looked away, turning her head and resting it on one of her hands. He took hold of her wrist and pulled it away, not violently, just enough to grab her attention. "Please. Please tell me what happened?"

But all he got in reply was a laugh. It started out as a low chuckle, a rumbling in the pit of her throat as an amused smile snuck its way onto her face. He stared back at her in concern, hopping to god she hadn't lost her mind. "Eaden?"

"No one did this, Charlie. I fucking fell on the side walk. Its no one's fault but your own" She explained, darting her eyes to his and speaking in a low growl. Her gaze was smoldering, and it nearly burnt him alive.

"Please, Eaden. I am so sorry. I, wasn't thinking. I was being a complete fucking ass whole. Please, please, forgive me" He insisted, pulling his arms around her. He kissed her cheek, feeling a wave of emotion rush through him. Strange how you can cling so tight to someone who makes your life so miserable.

"I need a hit" She stood up, leaving him crumbled on the floor as she walked to the bath room. He could hear her lift his pants off the floor and drop them once again once she had removed the bag. He closed his eyes tight, doing every thing he could to stop the tears from falling. But despite his best effort, they came, rushing to the brim and flooding over, putting his entire body into silent convolutions as he laid half naked on the floor. Hearing nothing but a heavy inhale from the bath room, and some clinking of heels against the tile, or something tapping against the sink.

Snap. The rope jerked from his weight as he dropped, blind as to what was going one. He could feel it tighten around his neck, pulling the front instantly. It wasn't rope. To slippery, to think. Something wet, wiry and thorny warped a dozen times, keeping a thick and tight lock around his helpless neck. Slowly choking the light out of him. He could do nothing but sway. Helpless to save her. Helpless to save himself. He just dangled. Silent. Alone. Useless.

He felt the heel of a shoe nudge him hard in the side. "Get up" She insisted in a viscous tone. The toe of her heels jammed into his side once again. "Get up." She demanded, growing more annoyed. He was to confused to understand what she was saying. And even if he did there was no way he could react. "God, your pathetic, you know that? Fucking pathetic" She declared in utter discuss towering over him and looking down.

He opened his eyes just as she knelt down beside him. "You have a problem, Charlie. I don't know what it is, but it has to stop, you hear me?" She questioned, sounding more like a mother than a girl friend as she held his neck, lifting his chin so that he looked at her. He nodded, best he could with her hand in the way. Entirely at her mercy. He needed her more than ever. For now, he had seen death. And he felt it. It shook through him, emptying every ounce of strength in his veins.

"Charlie?" There was a sudden hint of concern in her voice. Her tone changed interlay. Her hand lifted to his cheek, brushing against it comfortingly as she watched him sob for reasons unknown. How could she know that he'd just witnessed his own death. There were no words to explain it, and if their were, there was no way he could get them out. He couldn't even move, let alone talk. All he could do was shake and cry like a god damn infant.

"Luv, what's wrong?" She asked, her voice once again high with emotion. Only this time it wasn't anger, it was worry. Her hand ran across his cheek in concern. Trying her best to make him snap out of it. Knowing it was no use, she curled up beside him and warped her arms around him. Comforting him. Holding him. If he thought he'd hit rock bottom before...
this much be hell.

Well, here it is kids. Sorry if it was a little to emotional. Don't worry, there's some good old happy romance on the way. But every story needs some drama. Or at least, mine do. So I hope you liked it, and I hope you'll review. And like I've said before, It'll all make since eventually. Until then, peace!