Disclaimer: I do not own LOST...

A/N: I was having a bit of trouble with this one. Now it is up. Sorry it took me so long. I hope it is not as bad as I think it is. It is kinda short. I didn't intend it to be this short but that seemed like an okay place to let it off.

Claire sat Ty on the floor and Walt came over and sat with the little boy. She put her duffel bag on the floor as well as she sat in a chair. Jack sat on the couch across from her and he just stared at her. She probably looked like a mess. She couldn't go see Charlie like this. She let the thoughts drift to the back of her mind as Jack began to talk.

"Claire, what brings you here?" he asked.

"I escaped from my mum's and came here."

"Why not Charlie's?"

"Mum would have went there first. Besides, I met his brother on the plane and he told me he was in LA already."

"Really? Did Charlie ever call you?"

"Not that I know of. My mum intercepted all of my calls. I don't know who called me or when. I do know that Shannon had called me once. I got to the phone before my mum."

Jack nodded. "So, you want to stay here for a while?"

"Yes. Can I?"

"Sure," he said standing up to get his daughter.

"Jack, I have a question."

"What is it?" he asked as he turned back to her.

"Are you taking care of Walt?"

"Yeah. He called me and asked," Jack said as he walked away.

Claire looked down at her son as she played with the piece of paper in her hands. She didn't know when she should go see him. She should clean up first and get Ty dressed in clothes instead of the pajamas he was in. But then again, she wanted to see Charlie so bad, she didn't think she could wait. Walt sat there, playing with Ty.

"Miss Claire, you shouldn't go there," Walt said, not even looking up.

This startled her. She didn't know how the boy would know this. She decided she would play along."Why not?"

"Someone you know will try to take you back."

"Who? My mum?"

"No. Some man."

She didn't know who the boy could be talking about but then she remembered. "Thomas...but...I...how?"

He shrugged. "I have no clue. It just isn't safe."

Claire just nodded, not really sure of what she should do. Jack walked in with Nikki and the phone started to ring. Shifting her, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Jack asked as he sat down.

"I'm such a bloody scumbag."

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you saying that?"

"I never called her. I chickened out and I just did and her mum started yell and scream."

"Where are you?"

"LA. What made you ask?"

"No reason. Can you come to my house?"

"Uh...sure. No problem."

"Good."

"You haven't heard from Claire, have you?"

"Um...Not yet. I'm sure she is just fine. When can you come?"

"I'll be there soon."

"Okay. See you then, Charlie," Jack said, hanging up.

Claire looked over at Jack. "He's coming here?"

"Yeah. He is."

Claire nodded. "Good. That is good."

"I'll watch Ty if you want to go and get ready."

"Thank you so much."

Claire left to freshen up, leaving Jack with the children. Walt was still on the floor with Ty and Nikki was cooing in Jack's arms. About two minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Jack went to get it. He answered the door as he shifted Nikki in his arms. Who he saw was not Charlie but Sawyer smirking at him.

"Hey Doc. How's it goin'?" Sawyer asked.

"What are you doing here, Sawyer?" Jack asked back with a glare.

"Can't I visit ya?"

"Why would you?"

He shrugged. "I need a place to stay and I was in town."

"There is no room. Go find a hotel."

"Who else do you have in this big house?"

"Claire, Ty, Walt, Nikki and myself."

"Having a sleepover, Doc? One more won't hurt, will it?"

"Sawyer..." he warned.

"What would Freckles think if you didn't let me in the house?"

Jack looked away as he tried to compose himself again. "She would tell you to get lost."

Sawyer just smirked. "Oh really? I think she would have let me it."

"No, she wouldn't have. There are too many people at my house. You can find someone else to bug."

He scowled. "Fine."

Jack slammed the door shut before Sawyer even started to walk away. As Jack turned around, there was another knock on the door. He sighed and muttered something unders his breath before pulling open the door.

"Sawyer...I told you to get..." he stopped in midway.

Charlie stood there, looking confused. "Can I come?"

"Sure. Come in." He moved out of the way to let Charlie in.