After a while, Jack had gone to Charlie's apartment, thinking that drowing his sorrows was the best option. However, after being there for half an hour, he hadn't had a single drink, and had taken to calling Kate at her apartment. Hanging up the phone for the fifteenth time, he sighed, giving up.

"She's not answering." He said, stating the obvious. "It's just her machine."

"Her answering machine?" Charlie asked him stupidly.

"No, funnily enough her washing machine picked it up." He replied sarcastically. "Yes her goddamn answering machine!" He snapped back.

"Woah, calm down!" Charlie said, sitting forward in his chair as Jack paced up and down. The pair had been close friends on the island seeing as they were there for two years, but Charlie had never seen Jack so angry at himself, not even after Boone died.

"Calm down?" Jack repeated, as if the idea was absurd. "What if something's happened to her?"

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked. "She was with you half an hour ago, how could something have happened to her?" None of this was making any sense to him at all.

"She was really upset." Jack said painfully, angry with himself. God, I made her cry.

"About what?" He didn't get a response, and Jack continued to pace. "Jack, are you actually going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?" He said, tired of guessing.

Jack stopped pacing and supported himself on the back of the tattered couch with his arms. "She's pregnant, Charlie, Kate's pregnant."

"Pregnant?" He repeated, as if it were a word he had never heard before. "You mean..?"

"She's having a baby." Jack said. "My baby."

"Congratulations, man." Charlie said, splitting a grin at him. Jack realised that this was the least of a reaction he should have made. "But, what's so bad about that?"

He sighed, again. "I said the wrong thing - as usual."

Charlie shook his head. "What did you do?"

"Neither of us has enough money for ourselves at the moment. We'll need for a baby - money we don't have until I get a job. I said that there was no way we could raise a child properly until the money situation has improved." Thinking back, even now, it seemed like a stupid idea - it wouldn't take nine months for a job to come along. "She got upset, stormed out."

Charlie got a serious expression on his face which unnerved Jack quite a bit. "Stormed out?"

"Took her car keys and left." He said, having a brief flashback to the moment.

"Wait a sec, she drove?" Charlie asked.

Jack nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

Charlie shook his head. "Women don't drive so well when they're angry, or upset; worst if it's both. Trust me, I've been in the passenger seat before."

This didn't help Jack's nerves and thoughts that something bad had happened at all. "What happened?" He asked.

"Mild concussions and a killer bruise, few scars as well." He said as if he were proud of them.

Jack run his hands over his face and through his hair. "I can't believe I said that to her."

"Well, did you mean it?" Charlie asked, trying to think of this logically seeing as Jack was having a hard time doing that.

"I meant that it would be hard for us, but I never said that I didn't want it. She just kind of assumed it." He explained. How could I have ever wanted to get rid of my own child?

"So you do want it?"

"Of course I do!" He said, almost snappingly. "That's my kid - our kid - how could I now want it?"

"It's not me you should be saying that to." Charlie pointed out.

Jack knew that, but it was proving hard. "I'd say it to her if she'd just pick up the phone." He said, a little more harshley than he should have done.

"Go round to her place then." Charlie said, as if it were as easy as he was thinking it out to be.

"She won't let me in." Jack said. "Not after what I've done to her."

"Then sit outside her door until she lets you in." Jack looked up at him, unable to tell if Charlie was a genius or insane. Charlie opened his hands in emphasis. "She'll have to open the door sometime."

Jack let out a choked laugh, clearly Charlie, being a ladies man, had done this before. "Good idea." He was about to speak again when his cell phone rang in his pocket. He scrambled to get it out before it stopped ringing. "Kate?" He asked, answering it without thinking it could be anyone else.

"Jack Shephard?" An unfamilar female voice asked him. It wasn't Kate.

He sighed, he had hoped that it was Kate ringing him back. "Yes?"

"DCI Gaby Hughes here. Am I right in that you know the owner of a Ford Mondeo?"

Kate's car? "Yeah, why?"

"There's been an accident on the highway." He could have sworn his heard had stopped. Charlie watched the colour drain from his face instantly, and there was instant distress written upon his face. "The only clue to the identity of the driver we were able to salvage was your number in the glove department."

"An accident?" He repeated throatily. "Is she all right?" He had to find the couch behind him to sit down on, before he fell down with shock.

"As far as we can tell, the driver of the Mondeo wasn't the cause of the accident. She was just caught up in the tail end of it." DCI Hughes explained, but she hadn't answered his question.

"Is she all right?" He repeated, louder.

"We're taking her to the hospital, but if you could give us her details and contact any of her family, someone who can be with her at the hospital, just in case, it would be most helpful." In case of what?

"She's alright, isn't she?" He asked again, he had to know.

"I'm sorry, I can't confirm that until we're back at the hospital Mr Shephard." His heart sank deeper, that wasn't a good answer. "The details, please?"

"Her name's Kate Austen, and I'll be there." He said, filled with guilt.

He hung up the phone, staring at it as if it were alien. He was suddenly aware of Charlie who had been watching him while he was on the phone. "What happened?" He asked him.

"Kate." He said quietly, not wanting to repeat what he had just been told. They wouldn't even tell me if she's all right... "She's-they're taking her to the hospital. She's been in a car accident."