Disclaimer: I do not own LOST.

A/N: I had created this chaptertwelve days ago and recieved a review saying about things that were unclear. I went back and reread it and saw that it was so horrible I took it out. It was a Shannon/Sayid chapter and I decided to re-write it and make it a Claire chapter. R&R!

Claire bit her lip as she leaned out into the hall. "C'mon mum. Go to sleep," she muttered.

Ty rolled in his crib, muttering in his sleep. Claire pushed a blonde lock of hair out of her eyes and watched the light from under her mother's door. She needed to escape this place. Tonight was the night she was going to take Ty and leave. For the past seven months, everything had rushed by her quickly. She hadn't had time to leave. Her mum always kept constant watch on her. It was like she was a teenager again. She closed her eyes and laid her hand on her swollen belly.
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"Okay, mum. Why did you call me in here?" Claire asked as she stood in the living room. Her mother was treating her like a child.

Her mum looked up at her. "When did that happen?" she asked angrily, pointing at the swelling belly of Claire's.

"On the island."

"How long did you think you were going to hide it?"

"As long as I could."

"It's pretty evident now," her mother spat. "So, it's that rock star's child?"

"Yes, mum. It's his child. Why would it be Thomas's? I got pregnant on the island!"

"How do you know you were pregnant there?"

"I had the same symptoms I had with Ty."

Her mum stared at her, fuming. "Well, we'll just have to tell Thomas the baby is his."

Claire looked appalled. "I want this baby to be Charlie's."

"Shush...You're not going to see him."

"Why am I not seeing Thomas?"

"He's on a trip."
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She hadn't seen Thomas for months now. He's been away for a long time. She had figured out that Thomas and her mum had planned to get rich off her and her son. They had teamed up. She was expecting them to turn on each other sometime. Claire leaned back out into the hall. The light of her mother's room had flickered off and now she would only wait a few more minutes. Claire turned back to her son in the semi-darkness and walked over to her son. She smiled sadly at him. Every day, he was always crying for Charlie. Now, they were running away and she knew she couldn't go there. Her mother would directly turn to Charlie's place. It wasn't that hard to find if you had a phone book and watched TV. She planted a kiss on Ty's head and picked him up. After wrapping him in a blanket, she grabbed her duffel bag and tiptoed down the hallway. She carefully climbed down the stairs and opened the door. The door squeaked and she quickly ran out of it and shut it. She knew her mum had heard the door and soon would be there. Claire ran as best she could for being about nine months pregnant, carrying a sleeping child, and carrying a duffel bag. She found her car, putting Ty in the car seat and throwing her duffel bag in the back. She slammed that door and climbed in the driver's side. She needed to get as far away as possible. She started the car and took off. She headed towards the airport.

"Mummy?" Ty asked sleepily.

"We're leaving grandmum's house. We're going to...Uncle Jack's for now," she said to the little boy.

"Dada?"

She let out a sigh. "We can't go there. Grandmum would know. We'll see him soon."

Ty nodded and the baby started to drift back to sleep. Claire now knew where she was going. Jack's and she wasn't even invited. She pulled up to the airport and ran out of the car with her son and duffel bag. She had looked ahead of time and found a plane leaving then. Holding her tickets, she stood in line. She hoped it would move faster and then, freedom. Her and Ty would be free of her mum. She showed the stewardess the two tickets and headed towards the plane. She found a seat and tried to put her bag up in the overhead compartment. She couldn't reach but she kept on trying. Someone pushed her bag up into the compartment.

"Thanks..." she muttered softly.

"Yeah, no problem," said the person.

The man had an English accent. She could only hope it was Charlie. She turned to look at the man. She let out a sigh and sat down in her seat. He sat in the seat next to her.

"What's the problem?" the man asked.

"I just thought you were someone," she said. She felt as if she was about to cry.

"Hm...Really? Well, I'm Liam Pace," he said to her.

"Pace? You're Charlie's brother!" she blurted out.

"How do you know Charlie? Wait...you must be that woman Charlie wanted to take with him."

"Yeah. I'm Claire. Where's Charlie?" she asked, getting excited.

"He got on the flight ahead of me."

"Oh..." Claire said, sounding disappointed.

"You can probably see him in LA. We're meeting some of our old band mates there. He swore that he just wanted to see them again. Hadn't seen them since we disbanded."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Claire said, flashing Liam a smile.

After that, they fell into a silence, not really talking. Claire played with the ring on her left hand. She really wanted to take it off and she knew she should, but it would feel empty. That ring had been there for almost six months. Once she got to America, she would take it off. She would probably get divorce papers signed. She never really wanted to marry Thomas. Her mum forced her into it and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasstrange to her. When she was with her mum, she felt like a slave. She was always told what to do and kept under watch. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the plane touch down to the ground.

Liam handed Claire a piece of paper and went to get her bag. "That's the hotel and room number we're staying at."

"Thank you! You don't know how much this means to me," she said, taking her bag and picking up her son.

She said good bye to Liam as she climbed into a taxi. She pulled out a folded piece of paper. She told the driver the address and he drove her towards the house. She bit her lip as they pulled up to the big house. Getting out, she paid the driver. Ty clung tightly to her and stared up with wide eyes at the house. She adjusted her bag and walked towards it nervously. She let out a heavy sigh and knocked. She heard footsteps and the door opened.

"Claire?" Jack asked as he leaned on the door.

"Jack, can I come in? I'll explain everything once I'm in," she said quickly.

"Sure," he said and he moved out of the door to allow her to come in. He was a little confused but he knew she had to be in some sort of trouble. Why else would she had come? He felt like his house was becoming a little like the island. Everyone just wanted to gather here. He had just recieved Walt about two hours ago. He closed the door with a sigh and followed Claire into the living room.

A/N: There is the second chapter. I hope it is alright...it's not the best I could do, but I have writer's block. It was about all I could come up with. Well...R&R!