Deja Vu Chapter 6, a lost fanfic

LostLorenzo: Hey, glad you got to the chapter! Its gonna be weird not haveing you reveiw for two weeks. But atleast you'll have one or two chapters to read when you get back! About Charlie's dream in the begining, it's a little hard to explaine, but I can say that it took place before the crash. Its based on what happened in Charlie's flash back in "the moth", only, aultered, so theres a little clue. I doubt it makes much since, but like i've been seeing repeatedly about this story, it eventualy will. But hey, even though Claire was last written unconchous, Eaden is out of the picture, witch means there will be alot more interaction between Charlie and Claire. And I'm pretty sure this chapter will be a big turnning point. So, I should probly stop answering reveiws and get to wrighting it. Well, hope you have fun on your trip, and I'll try to keep up the good wrighting with out your inspiring reveiws, but make sure you do one for each chapter thats up when you get back! Well, TTFN!

CClover4ever: Lol. Your reveiws always put a smile on my face. But you guessed it! Shannon is in fact, blameing Charlie. And of course, she assumes it has something to do with drugs. Aren't I evil? But, you and I both know he would never do something like that. So it will all work out...eventualy. And yes, Claire will be ok. Because I love Claire far to much to kill her off...then what would I write about? P.S. Don't die! I need as many readers as I can get! But you can chase Shannon with a bat if you like. That would be amuseing.

Hekate-Trivia: Hey, sorry about the cliff hanger. I just couldn't help it. They make every so much more interesting. I know, its only getting worse in the "i'm confused" department. But part of what makes lost go great is all its mysteries. Oh, and I got my e-mail to work again! So when ever you'd like to send me your e-mail adress, I'd be happy to start sending you the chapters so you can fix them!

Deja Vu

"What did you do!"
The words struck him hard, though he had no clue where they came from. Shannon stood in front of him in utter chaos. Her hands were shaking in little white fist. Her eyes were red and watery. Before he could open his mouth to speak, the accusation struck again. "What the hell did you do!" She demanded forcefully, her voice a raw shriek that shook the silent hall to life.

Charlie didn't know what to say. He couldn't make since of what was going on around him. A girl he barely knew stood before him in hysterics, demanding answers he didn't have. The murmuring of people as they began to crowd the hall to investigate. And what shook him the most, were the small muffled cries of a baby coming from the apartment next door.

He leaned forward, trying to see through the door witch Shannon had carelessly left open, in hopes of finding some clue as to what was going on. But his face was turned back in her direction with a hard slap of a shaking palm. "Look at me, damn it!" She insisted, her entire body trembling with anger. He blinked a few times to recover and tried to ignore the sting.

"Shannon, what happened?" He questioned, finally finding the will to speak. She didn't answer him. She was to choked up, to hysteric to speak. She backed herself against the wall and buried her face in her hands, trying to gain some control. It didn't seem to be working. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He stepped into the hall and moved towards the open door but before he could get close, Shannon blocked his way.

"What's going on?" A stern male voice caught both their attention, and they turned to see a man in police uniform standing behind them. Charlie took up the opportunity of having Shannon distracted to make a move for the door. He wasn't worried about her or the cops or the nosey neighbors in the hall. All he wanted to know was that Claire was ok. But when he got to the door, his heart stopped in his chest.

He barely got a good look before one of the officers pushed him out of the way, but what he saw was enough to make him pass out. Claire was unconscious, as far as he could tell. The thought of it being anything worse was to much to bare. He watched as the men gathered in, trying hard to see over their heads and figure out what exactly was going on. He could still hear Aaron crying, but he was no where to be seen.

He wanted to help, not stand by and watch. He wasn't hysteric like Shannon. He wasn't panicking, at least, not yet. The fear didn't really settle in until he sinced someone standing behind him, and turned to face him. "Sir, your going to have to come with me" The man explained in a cold monotone. "What? Why?" he questioned in confusion, glancing from the man to Shannon, who simply leered back at him blankly.

"Just, fallow me" The man insisted, placing a hand on his forearm to show he wasn't kidding. "Wait, is she going to be ok?" Charlie demanded, looking over his shoulder through the door way. He didn't want to leave. Not without knowing that Claire was all right. The worry made him sick. But there was nothing he could do to fight it. He was being lead down the hall rather forcefully by a police officer who in any other circumstance would have scared the shit out of him. But he was too worried about Claire to think of anything else.

The drive to the police station was a complete blur. All he could do was think of Claire. He kept replaying what he had seen over in over in his head. But no matter how many times he went over it, it still didn't make any since. All he could do was stare out the window and try to keep himself calm, jumping every time he heard a siren pass by.

He was lead inside the station after a good half an hour of driving in silence, and was lead to a small holding cell. All the while, no one spoke to him. He walked inside willingly and collapsed onto the pathetic little excuse for a bed. Once locked in and alone, he buried his head in his hands. He wasn't scared for himself. For being in jail, for god knows why. All he wanted was for Claire to be all right.

Later...

Claire's eyes fluttered open slowly. Where ever she was, it was bright. To bright. She rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes half way in an attempt to block it out. Slowly, she came to terms with where she was. A hospital. From what she could tell, she wasn't hurt. She blinked a few times tiredly, trying to remember what happened.

"Claire?" She heard a soft, shaky voice speak up from the other side. She rolled her head in that direction, meeting eyes with Shannon, who's hand laid over hers. "What happened?" Claire questioned softly, finding it a little hard to speak. "I don't know" Shannon explained honestly, a hint of a laugh escaping her lips. Claire smiled. Only Shannon could laugh in a situation like this.

Suddenly, to both her and Shannon's surprise, she sat up. The room seemed to be buzzing. That agonizingly loud ringing that comes from a TV or a refrigerator only when every thing else is silent. It was so loud Claire felt like her ears were about to burst. She cover them with both hands, hearing Shannon's muffled voice as she tried to comfort her.

Every thing was going blurry. It was as if the room in front of her was a TV screen, one that was very out of focus. Continuing to shake and flash and buzz. Claire closed her eyes, trying to make the strange image go away. She shut them tight, until she could see nothing but black in the back of her eyelids, and counted silently in her head. One, two, three, four...

She woke up in the middle of the jungle. It was dark. Hard to see. She could hear laughter in the distance and recognized it immediately. She sat up and looked around. Aaron was not in sight. She heard the laugh once again, though this time it sounded more like crying. She rose to her feet, and slowly began to walk in the direction the sound was coming from.

As she walked through the blue-lit night, she could hear the small, distant sounds being made by her child. Laughing, or crying. Scurrying, as if he was running from something. And music. A dreamy, gentle sound that resembled wind chimes clouding off in the distance.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the table. There in the middle of the jungle was a round, wooden table. Beside it sat a lamp, witch purpled light despite the fact that there was really no source of electricity. Sitting at the table was a slightly old, bald man. He was playing with a deck of cards, keeping his head low so that his face was shadowed.

"He was your responsibility, but you gave him away. Everyone pays the price now"
He lifts his head, reveling his eyes. One is light. One is dark. She turns and runs through the jungle until she stumbles upon the crib. It too sits in the middle of the jungle. As she moves closer, she sees the mobile above it. Small plain with a logo that reads "Oceanic" on the side, all spinning in slow circles.

She reaches down to pick up the crying baby, but the crib is empty. Holding nothing but a pile of white blankets. She peals back fold after fold, searching for something deep inside the crib until she comes upon a pool of blood-

She heard a harsh, high pitched scream, and couldn't tell if it came from her or someone else. What ever it was, it shook her pretty well. Bringing the images crashing back into the white light of the hospital. Claire opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Shannon knelt in front of her, starring back at her in concern. They were no longer alone in the room. Doctors had gathered in. She continued to blink, her eyes slowly adjusting to the world around her.

Shannon stared at her in concern, turning her head so that Claire's eyes meet hers once again. Shannon held her palms over Claire's, witch still remained over her ears. Slowly, she moved her hands down to her point of view, a gasp escaping her lips. Covering her palms was a warm, dark red liquid she recognized right away as blood.

"Oh my god" Shannon gasped, her hands trembling beneath Claire's. One of the doctors quickly nudged her aside and took hold of Claire hands, flipping them over in search of scars, but there were none to be found. Claire stared in wide eyes as the group buzzed around her. All talking at once, making it hard to single out the speakers and make any since of the racket.

"Where is the blood coming from?"

"Its not her hands"

"Is she going to be OK?"

"Her hair-"

"Her ears. They're bleeding"

"What the hell is going on!"

"Ma'am, your going to have to leave-"

"Wait-" Claire cried, reaching out to Shannon as one of the doctors began to escort her out. "No, wait. Let me stay,-" Shannon insisted, trying her best to struggle free. "Shannon, wait-" Claire called out once again, but before she could keep speaking, her voice was cut off. For some reason, she couldn't will herself to speak. Then slowly, the room started to fade away once again.

Later...

Shannon paced back and forth in the waiting room, arms crossed over her chest. Boone watched her as she moved back and forth, eyes growing heavier with every second as he gently bounced Aaron on his knee. "Shan, sit down" He suggested, growing dizzy from following the movement.

"No thank you" She replied moodily, being stubborn as usual. "Shannon, please-" He tried once again, but was unable to finish his sentence. "Ma'am?" One of the doctors stopped behind her, and Shannon nearly crashed into him. "Is she ok?" She questioned, looking up at him hopefully.

"As far as we can tell, she's fine" The man explained with a sigh, that didn't comfort Shannon one bit. "But I don't understand. How can she be bleeding from her ears if she's fine?" She demanded, her voice shaking with anger. "To tell you the truth, we don't know" He answered simply in a cold monotone. "What do you mean you don't know?" Shannon demanded in annoyance, on the verge of snapping.

"Shannon" Boone scolded, rising to his feet to calm her down. "We took an X-ray to see if there was any internal bleeding in the scull that might explain her bleeding, but we found nothing wrong. She seems to be in perfect health" The doctor explained sympathetically, wishing there was more he could do. "What about the drug tests?" Shannon questioned, her voice loosing some of its force.

"We won't have the results until morning. All we can do for her for now is let her rest" the Doctor explained simply. Shannon nodded, understanding, and walked back to the row of chairs where bone was sitting.

"What drug test?" Boone questioned, once the doctor was out of ear shoot. Shannon lifted her head and raised an eye brow at him. "Claire doesn't do drugs" he confirmed, though it came out as more of a question. "I know" Shannon explained, bitterly. "Then why did you ask them to give her a drug test?" Boone asked, not quite following the situation.

"Because...I think someone might have drugged her" Shannon explained softly, lowering her gaze to the plain white floor. "What? who!" Boone asked in confusion. "Our neighbor, Charlie. He was at the house when I came home. Claire started acting weird right after he left..." Shannon explained, refusing to make eye contact.

"So...what makes you think he drugged her?" he questioned, the situation still not making much since. "Because he's a drug addict, ok?" Shannon snapped, finally getting fed up with his interrogation. "No, its not ok. Why is Claire hanging out with a junkie?"

"Because she didn't know he was a junkie." Shannon answered in aggravation. "Then, how do you know?" He questioned in reply, refusing to quit until he had the answers. "Because I'm dating his brother" She replied smartly, getting quite fed up. "Your dating?" Boone raised an eye brow at her scoldingly. "Boone!" She exclaimed in frustration. "Sorry. Your right, sorry" He nodded apologetically, deciding to lay off the question's for now.

Next morning...

Charlie woke up to the sound of a low, soft chuckling. He lifted his head from his arms and looked around his cramped little cell, slowly remembering where he was. His attention was turned to the far corner where his brother stood on the other side of the bars, laughing softly. Charlie blinked a few times, trying to make sure what he was seeing was real. Indeed it was.

"What did you do?" Liam questioned, a look of amusement on his face as he leaned against the bars. Charlie sighed and through his feet over the side of the bed. "I didn't do anything" Charlie confirmed, already slightly annoyed. "Oh, right" Liam nodded sarcastically, winking at his brother playfully. Charlie gave him a look that told him he wasn't in the mood for sarcasm. That was an odd side of Charlie.

"Ok, let me rephrase that. What are you in for?" Liam asked, trying to sound a little more serious, though it didn't come out quite right. "I don't know" Charlie explained with an honest shrug, rising to his feet. "What, they didn't tell you?" Laim raised an eye brow in confusion. "Nope" Charlie answered simply.

"You didn't give them my name, did you?" Liam asked, paranoid, and Charlie couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "No" He answered, honest either way. "Your the first person I've spoken to since I got here" He continued, beginning to pace back and forth in his small quarters. "What did they tell you?" he asked, hopping to find some answer's.

"Nothing, except that they were holding you here until further notice" Liam explained honestly. "Until further notice of what?" Charlie asked in confusion. "I guess until they know your guilty...or not" Liam replied, unable to avoid the little joke. "I'm not guilty" Charlie confirmed. "If you don't know what your being accused of, how do you know?" Liam questioned teasingly. "Because...I just do" Charlie answered confidently, dropping back onto the bed. As he laid there, memories of the night before began to recoil.

"Claire" Charlie sat up once again, the memory hitting him like a tone of bricks. "No, actually, its Liam. You should know that, after all, I am your-"
"Shut up Liam" Charlie insisted, running both hands through his hair. Liam obeyed immediately, waiting for Charlie to explain.

"You have to do something for me" He began, turning face him urgently as he rose to his feet. "Um...ok.." Liam nodded, not quite following him. "You have to go to the hospital-" Charlie explained, stopping in front of the bars.

"What hospital?" Liam questioned in confusion. "I don't know. Any one you can find. Ask for Claire, Claire Littleton." Charlie instructed. "Ok, then what?" Liam agreed, still having no clue what his brother was getting at. "Just, find her. Make sure she's ok. Then come back and tell me" Charlie instructed. Liam nodded, showing he understood. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Charlie questioned after a moment, smiling as best he could despite his over barring nerves.

Later...

Shannon woke up and quickly looked around, trying hard to remember where she was. Soon it dawned on her. She was at the hospital. She'd fallen asleep on the bench. Exhausted, she sat up and yawned, trying hard to wake herself up. She smoothed down her hair and casual looked around. No sign of Boone or Aaron. She was surprised, how ever, to spot Liam standing at the front desk. At first, she had to squint to make sure it was him. But indeed, it was.

"Liam, what are you doing here?" Shannon questioned, stopping behind him. He jumped at the sound of her voice and spun around quickly, a side ways smile slowly crossing his face. "Hey, Shan. What's going on?"

"Why are you hear?" She repeated, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh. Charlie sent me down here to check on someone for him so I-" Liam began to explain, but trailed off when he noticed the look on Shannon's face. "He did what?" She questioned intimidatingly. "Shannon, what's going on?"

Both turned around to see Boone standing behind them, holding Aaron who was asleep in his arms. "Who's he?" Liam questioned, growing slightly defensive. "He's my brother" Shannon assured, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Yeah, I'm her brother. Who the hell are you?" Boone questioned, protetictivly. "Boone" Shannon scolded in a bratty manner, rolling her eyes once again. "Hi, I'm Liam" Liam explained reluctantly, holding out his hand over Shannon's shoulder. "Liam" she scolded once again, turning back to face him. "What?" He questioned innocently, unable to wipe the smile off his face, as usual.

"Just, go Liam-" She suggested, to fed up to deal with either of them, let alone both. "Wait, I gotta find out how this chick is doing for my brother-" Liam began to explain. "Well, you can tell your brother that it's his fault she's here to begin with, so no, she's not fine" Shannon snapped in reply.

"Shannon?" This time all three of them turned around to see Claire standing in front of them. She stared at the three in confusion. "What's going on?"

Later...

Charlie laid on his back, his hands were shaking. Not only did he have the over barring worry about Claire constantly hanging over him, but a new wave of withdraws had dawned upon him. He heard the door to his cell open and slowly lifted his head, squinting from the light that was now coming in quite freely through the window above the bed. He saw an officer standing in the open door way and slowly sat up.

"Your free to go" The man explained, speaking as if her were on the verge of a yawn. Charlie stood in confusion and walked through the door, not knowing what else to do. He stepped out of the cell and into the room on the opposite side, glancing back at the man to make sure this wasn't some kind of a trick before he opened the next door and stepped out into the main hall of the little police station.

He stopped when he saw Liam, standing a few yards away, smiling slightly. Charlie looked around in confusion. He was even more surprise to See Claire standing beside him. He took in a deep breath, keeping his eyes on her the entire time as he gradually moved forward to where they were standing.

"Charlie, I am so sorry for getting you in trouble. Shannon has a tendency to jump to conclusions and-" Claire began to explain apologetically. "No, Claire. Its all right. I'm...I'm just glad your all right" He assured, looking down at her a little nervously. Claire eyed him in confusion for a moment. This man has been kept in a holding cell for a crime not only did he not commit, but was unaware of, all because of her. And here he stood telling her all he worried about was her safety when they'd meet barely more than a week ago?

But it was the truth. All the while when he was in that cell, all he could think of was her. Memories that were real, some that weren't. He couldn't get her out of his head. Hell, he couldn't even get her out of his head before he had meet her.

"Please, just let me apologize. I need to say I'm sorry" Claire insisted, needing a way to rid herself of the guilt that had followed her from the hospital all the way to where she stood now. Only inches from him.

"Claire, you don't need to say anything" Charlie assured, looking down at her with big, dark blue eyes. Claire found herself going lost in them. Soon, the fact that they were in a police station disappeared. His brother, the officers, the desks, the computers, the walls and floors all melted away and it was only the two of them left standing.

He lifted his hands to the side of her face, supplying some reality with the contact, though in her eyes it still didn't seem real. As she stared back at him in a split second that felt like a century, she worried that she might in fact be dreaming. that this was all some strange memory and when she came crashing back to reality she would be back in the police station, and Charlie would be far out of reach.

But as his lips pressed against hers, all the cares in the world disappeared. His mouth was gentle to hers. Tender and coaxing. A kiss meant to be gentle. Healing. It was his intention to comfort her. Claire melted into him. If it was a dream, she didn't care. She'd make it a reality. Her arms crept around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. She wanted to be as close to him as she could possibly be. An inch would be to far.

His hands dropped her her cheeks and tightened around her waist. Energy arched between them. Snapping and sizzling as if alive. Small bolts of lightening whipped through their bloodstream. His arms tightened possessively.

It was over in an instant. The real world came crashing back around them. Slowly, as Claire opened her eyes she was once again aware of where she was. All the machines and equipment and people came back into play. But all of that didn't matter. She was still with Charlie. Still tight in his arms. What had just happened was real. So real that she had no clue how to react.

She could still since the fireworks between them, even if they were slowly fizzing out. She could still see them reflecting in Charlie's deep blue eyes, that never before looked so captivating.

The only person who feels more alone than Charlie is Claire, and when she tells Charlie that she remembers peanut butter, it's enough to sustain him for another day at least. As he allows the first smile in a long time to cross his face, he takes the first step toward rebuilding their friendship. "It was imaginary peanut butter, actually."

Ok, end of this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. I know it was short, and pretty intense. But I think Liam's presence eased that up a bit. But I'll try to update the next one as soon as possible. P.S. Hope you all liked the ending!