Sorry, I did it again! I'm really loseing my mind. Very sorry. And thank you to CCnJexie4ever for telling me again! your a real life savor!

Hekatetrivia: Hey, I'm sure you figured it out but in case not, I accidentally posted a chapter from one of my other stories by mistake. I think I might be loosing it. Well, if you missed it, the correct chapter is now there so I hope that clears things up.

CCnJexie4ever: Hey, thanks for the heads up and sorry about that little mistake. But the correct chapter is up now so I hope you enjoyed it. Well, hope you let me know what you thought. Can't wait to see what you'll do with your baseball bat after reading that one!

LostLorenzo: Hey, glad you liked the idea. I'm trying to figure out how to bring all the characters together in one place, and this idea sort of just popped up. The rest of the chapters will be taking place at the dinner, so it will be very drawn out. There's a lot of stuff that's gonna happen here. I also love storms, witch is probably why they always seem to show up in my stories. And don't worry, I have a few more stories up my sleeve that I will get to work on soon as I wrap this one up.

Deja Vu

Claire had spaced out. She stared into the glance of ice before her, ignoring the cold sting in her hand from holding it for so long. It was all too strange. She recognized them. Each and every one of them. The place was filled from members of dreams that couldn't possibly exist. It didn't make since. Then again, nothing in the past month or so had.

She decided to snap out of her daze, and lifted her eyes, startled to see one of the other members in their stranded group sitting in the seat across from her. "Can I ask you a question?" The southern man questioned, a smug grin across his face. Claire looked at him awkwardly but said nothing.

"What is a cut girl like you doing with a pathetic little runt like that?" The man questioned, giving and indicating nod towards the bathroom door where Charlie and Jack and just emerged. "Leave her alone" The brunette scolded, shooting the southern man a look. "I'm just asking a question, freckles. Why don't you mind your own business?" He snapped in reply.

"Why don't you mind yours?" She shoot back smartly, making no attempt of backing down. Claire remained silent, keeping her eyes on Charlie as he made his way over to the both and sat down beside her. He shoot the southern man a confused glance before turning back to her. "Did it hurt?" Claire questioned, already knowing the answer.

"Nah, just a scratch" Charlie assured sarcastically, laying through his teeth. She smiled at him adoringly and laid her hand over his. A loud whole of wind blasted by, shaking the flimsy glass windows as it rushed past. Claire jumped at the sound, and scooted away from the window's, moving closer to Charlie who put his arm around her protectively.

The lights began to flicker once again, distracting few. The silence remained thick around them. Gradually, the light faded around them, growing dimmer and dimmer until finally, with an electronic murmur, it went out completely.

"Oh, great" The southerner was the fist to break the silence, his sarcastic remark the only sound accompanying the violent storm outside. Charlie felt Claire's hand tighten in his, and did his best to comfort her though all he could really see was an out line. "Dad" The young boy spoke up, fear trembling in his voice.

"Its ok, Walt. Its just the power. It'll come back in a minute" His father assured. Suddenly, there was a loud screech coming from outside. Not the screech that comes from a human, but the kind that comes from a car that is desperately trying to stop. It was followed by a loud, gut renting crash that sounded like it happened right outside.

"What the hell was that?" The father questioned, in confusion. "I don't know, I can't see anything" The brunette replied, trying her best to look out the windows. "It sounded like a crash" The young boy pointed out. "Dose any one have a light?" The doctor questioned, having no luck with seeing outside.

After a moment, a flicker shot up from a lighter in the hand of the southern man, who grinned as if he'd made an accomplishment. He handed it over to the doctor, who carried it to the window and struggled to look out. "Can you see anything?" The brown-haired women questioned, leaning over his shoulder.

"No, not really. But If that was an accident. Those people are going to need help" Jack explained, grabbing his coat off a near by chair and heading for the door. "Wait, your not going out there are you?" The brunette exclaimed, grabbing hold of his arm to stop him. "I'm a doctor, I have to" He replied, in his defense. The women stared him down for a moment.

"I'm going with you" She confirmed, with no sign of backing down. "Fine" The doctor replied with a shrug. "fine" The brunette repeated, and pulled open the door. Instantly, a small, but forceful wave of water began to rush in that was at least five inches deep. The two quickly jumped out if the way.

"What the hell is going on?" The southern man questioned, hopping out of his seat. Lightning flashed, revealing the floor that was gradually being over taken by the water. "Its flooding!" The Brunette exclaimed. "Quick, try to close the door!" The doctor instructed, doing his best to help her. The lights began to flicker back on as they tried to push the door shut. Finally they managed to get it closed, both leaning against the glass door breathlessly.

"We have to find another way out" The doctor declared, still trying to catch his breath as he moved away from the door and looked around the room. "How, Jack? Its flooding. All the doors are blocked" The brunette reminded skeptically. "We could try one of the windows" Jack suggested, pointing to the flimsy glass that looked liked it could be broken easily.

"Uh, dude, wouldn't that, you know, kind of defeat the purpose" The big guy in the corner spoke up once again. "What are you talking about?" Jack questioned, turning to face him. "Well its raining, and if you break one of those windows, it will be raining in here" The man explained bluntly. He made a very good point. "Well we have to do something, people are hurt out there!" The doctor exclaimed in frustration.

"Oh, so its ok to sacrifice our well being for a few car crash victims who are probably already dead and floating on down the high way" The southern man confirmed sarcastically, the grin remaining on his face. "Hey, man, don't say that" the father turned in his seat with a look of offense on his face. "Why don't you mind your own damn business" The southerner replied smartly.

"Would you guys stop. Arguing isn't going to get us any where" The brunette reminded, taking it on her part to keep the peace. "Freckles is right. Violence is not the answer" The southerner replied mockingly. "I have a name you know" The brunette reminded, crossing her arms. "Oh, and what might that be?" he questioned, grinning up at her smugly.

She looked skeptical for a moment, regretting she'd mentioned it. "Kate" She explained after a moment, avoiding eye contact. "Well, Kate, what do you suggest we do?" The southerner questioned, raising an eye brow. She frowned, thinking for a moment in aggravation. He smiled, knowing he had her cornered.

"Come on, lets look around, see if we can find another way out of there" She instructed, and headed behind the counter and into the kitchen. The southern man followed her reluctantly, as did the doctor, leaving the others alone in silence. Claire reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out her cell once again. Charlie glanced over at her curiously as she dialed the number and held the phone to her ear.

"Good luck getting survive on that thing" The father noted, leaning over the back of the booth opposite of them. Claire looked up at him but didn't say anything. She waited a moment. "Damn it!" She mutter softly, looking at the lack of bars on the screen of her cell. It was the first time Charlie had heard a curse escape her mouth, he realized, looking at her in surprise.

He slid out of the booth, letting her get up so she could move around and see if she could find a signal. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched her pace around the room, holding the phone to her ear with a look of distress on her face. The withdraws were beginning to make a come back. Nothing big. Just a little twitch at the tip of his fingers. But it was enough to make him nervous.

"Any luck?" He questioned curiously, noticing that she had stopped in one place. "It ringing" She explained, glancing up momentarily. "Come on, Boone, please pick up" She muttered softly. She was starting to worry, and it was showing. "Claire?" Charlie questioned in concern, laying his hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"No, i'm not alright. Boone was supposed to be watching Aaron at the apartment and now he's not answering the phone" Claire explained, hanging up in frustration. "Look, I'm sure they're ok. They power probably went out" Charlie assured, doing his best to comfort her. It was torture seeing her like this. So worried about her son. It was nerve wrecking, and yet, oddly familiar.

Claire and Sun arrive and Claire demands to go with them --"it's my baby that was taken!" Charlie looks her in the eye and promises to bring back her baby. "Get him back, Charlie. Get Aaron back."

There was a knock on the door. Charlie turned, along with every one else, to see an Asian couple on the opposite side, drenched by the rain. "Sun?" Claire Questioned out loud, looking at the women as she walked inside along with Jin. "You know them?" Charlie questioned, turning to her in confusion. Claire nodded in reply.

"Claire, what are you doing here?" Sun questioned, walking over to her. "We were in the parking lot when the storm started up so we came in here" Claire explained, a smile crossing her face. "We?" Sun questioned, curiously. "Oh, yeah. Me and Charlie" Claire explained with a grin, laying a hand on his shoulder in indication to him.

"Ooooh, so this is Charlie" Sun noted playfully, looking him over. "You've been talking about me?" Charlie questioned, turning to Claire with a proud, but embarrassed grin. Something only Charlie could pull off. "Of course, what am I supposed to do at work?" Claire replied sarcastically.

"How about.. work?" Charlie answered, teasingly. Sun continued to smile as the two of them flirted, until she hear Jin call her name and quickly walked over. "Dose he speak English?" Charlie questioned softly, watching as the man scolded his wife Korean. "Barely" Claire replied bluntly.

"Dose he always yell at her like that?" Charlie asked, continuing to watch the scene before him. "Not always" Claire answered, watching the two as well. They looked familiar. As if he'd seen it before. Not just the two of them, but the argument its self. He didn't know how, bet he felt as though he could understand them. Their situation, their lives. As if he knew them.

Along with a roar of thunder, the door crashed open, startling everyone in the room. Jack was the first to appear, soaked and muddy and carrying a young man in his arms. The Asian couple looked on in confusion, but quickly cleared the way. Jack carried him over to a both and laid him on top of the table. Moments later, Kate rushed in, a man's arm was around her shoulder. He was bloody and limping, she was helping him walk.

Claire covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing. Kate moved the man over to the a chair by a single table and helped him sit down. She then carefully leaned his head back and held a rag over his left eye. "How is he?" Jack called, already beginning to help the man he'd carried in. "He's bleeding a lot" Kate explained, doing her best to cover the wound.

Jack said nothing, turning back to the man on the table as he began to shake. Charlie watched with a blank expression. He didn't know what to say. He felt Claire's hand slip out of his, but when it finally registered in his mind, she had already left. He looked behind him, watching the bath room door swing shut behind her. His first thought was to go fallow her, but as he started to move back he felt something grab hold of his sleeve.

He looked down to see the man who was sitting at the table, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt and looking up at him with the one eye that wasn't being covered with a torn piece of cloth from someone's shirt. "Its all coming together" The man explained, his hand trembling slightly. Charlie's eyes widened in confusion.

The door burst open once again, and two more people rushed in. One was a tall Arabic man with curly, dark hair. Beside him, with her arm around his shoulder to help her walk, was a tall and skinny blonde, who he recognized right away as Shannon. She glanced up at Charlie and her jaw dropped in confusion, as did his own. She tried to talk, but couldn't get the words out. She was instantly distracted by the sight of her brother on the table.

"Is he OK?" She demanded, removing her arm from the Arabic man's shoulder and limping a foot or so over to the both where they had laid him. "I'm doing the best I can" Jack explained breathlessly, trying his best to stop her brother from bleeding. Shannon leaned over the side of the both, tears streaked her eyes as she watched Jack rip open what was left of the cloth on Boone's shirt, looking through all the blood for a wound big enough to make it.

"Boone, can you hear me?" Shannon questioned softly, her voice strained from crying. Boone turned his head to look at her, and made a sound that was barely audible, but it wasn't enough to speak. Charlie felt the bald man beside him tug at his sleeve again, and turned his attention away from the horrific seen.

"You remember, don't you Charlie?" The man questioned, a smile across his face. "How do you know my name?" Charlie questioned, his voice trembling. He knew the man from somewhere. The face was clear in his mind. He just couldn't place where.
"Think Charlie. Close your eyes, try to remember" The man instructed, keeping the only eye he could see out of fixed on him. Charlie was skeptic at first, but after a moment, he obeyed and closed his eyes. The images raced before him. Quick flashes, memories.

"You miss, it don't you?"

"I'll give you three chances"

" Just so we're clear, this is one"

"I'm giving you a choice"

His eyes blinked open slowly, feeling as if he'd just been hit by a great weight that almost knocked him off his feet. He stumbled backwards, causing Lock's hand to slip away from its station on his arm. Charlie stared at him in confusion, not knowing what to say. "She knows, Charlie. She remembers every thing, just like you" Locke explained, holding the cloth to his head as he turned in his chair.

"What?" Charlie questioned, his voice lowering in a demanding manor. He didn't understand what the man was trying to tell him. "Claire remembers you, Charlie. From the crash. She knows. She's had the vision's just the same as you" Locke explained, the grin on his face widening to an insane level.

None of it made since. After a moment, Charlie broke the gaze, turning his eyes away from the craze bald man to Claire who had just emerged from the bath room and stood in the small hall way with a look of shock on her face.

Her eyes meet his, and right away he could tell. "Its true" He confirmed, his voice shaking. Claire nodded, unable to speak. Tears streaked her cheeks. She couldn't believe what was happening. They were all they. Every single one of them. Except Aaron.

To be continued.

Ok, I know, this chapter was probably really confusing. I know because I'm a little confused. But as always, I'm more than happy to try and explain as long as you just leave a comment. Oh, and sorry it took so long to get up. I've been really busy with all the back to school stuff. Well, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed!