Shannon flagged them down, and they followed her into the hospital. Jack's mind was a blur. All he could think about was what Shannon had said on the phone. "We think she's having a miscarriage." That final word echoed constatly in his head. He could lose them both. Why was it happening? She hadn't done anything wrong. She hadn't placed the baby in any danger. How could this be happening to them.

They raced through the hospital, finally spotting Sun outside a ward, with Aaron asleep on her hip.

"Where is she?" Jack asked. No 'hello's' or 'what's happenings'; all he cared about was Kate.

Sun indicated to the ward. "In there. Claire went with her."

Jack went into the ward, and looked around. Other people were in there, some on ventilators, some chatting with their families. An old man of about sixty was playing chess with what Jack deduced to be his grandson. There, in the far corner of the room, was Kate. He made his way across the room. She was on her side, curled into a ball, her hands around her stomach. Tears were on her face, but she wasn't sobbing anymore, although the tears were still fresh.

Claire looked up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and walked over to him, Kate not even noticing she was gone from holding her hand. She stopped infront of Jack, preventing him from getting closer, but she embraced him quickly instead.

"Jack, I'm sorry." She said softly.

"No." He said shaking his head. "This can't be happening..."

"They've done some sort of test, I don't know what it is, but they won't do a scan until the results are back. It could be a few hours." Claire explained.

Jack snapped back into reality. "Wait...so...it might...the baby might still be alive?" He asked hopefully.

Claire nodded, and Jack smiled weakly. "They've told Kate not to get her hopes up, as it's a very slim chance."

Jack nodded, and Claire left, leaving him alone with Kate. He could feel the eyes of the man in the next bed, who was alone, bearing into him, watching his every move.

He sat down beside Kate, where Claire had been sitting, and picked up her hand, leaning in to kiss her forehead. She reacted by putting both arms around his neck, and sitting up with him, holding tightly onto him.

"I'm sorry, Jack." She wept, her voice coming on sobs that brought fresh tears with them.

"Hey," He said, his voice sounding shaky as well. "Don't you be sorry, all right?" He told her. "None of this was your fault." He could feel tears in his own eyes now, and he fought them back.

"It can't be dead, Jack." She told him, still crying. "I can still feel it there. I know it."

Being a doctor, he had seen this reaction before, but seeing it coming from Kate was more than his heart could take, and knowing that it was his child was even worse.

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine, Kate." He told her. "Remember what they said, there's still a chance."

"A small one." She pointed out.

"But a chance all the same." He reminded. She nodded against him, and he rubbed her back, feeling her hiccups as she cried. Somehow, she managed to fall asleep through her crying, and Jack shifted so that she was laying against him with his back against the headboard. People came and checked the other people in the ward, and Jack asked every one of them that came close enough whether Kate's results were in, but they couldn't tell him.

"Don't give up hope." Came a voice from beside him. Jack turned his head to see the man who was watching him earlier speaking to him. "Ken Bromley." He introduced.

"Jack Sheppard."

"I knew your name." Ken told him. "That little lady didn't stop repeating it until you got here. It was all she was saying. So, you the Daddy of her young one?"

Jack felt his throat becoming dry. "Yeah...if..."

Ken shook his head. "No point in 'ifs' or 'buts'. You've gotta live in the here and now, son." It felt odd to be called 'son' by a man who was not much older than himself. "You love her?"

"More than anything." Jack whispered.

"Then she don't need nothing else right now." Ken pointed out. "The love of a good man, who she loves, is enough for anyone to get through anything."

"Even this?" Jack asked doubtfully.

"Especially this. You really think she's be better off without you right now?"

Jack was rather insulted by this, but didn't show it. "I'd never leave her side." He promised.

"Well then, there you go." Ken said, as if proving the point that Jack didn't know he was making. "You haven't lost everything, you've still got each other. Heck, if my wife was here now, it would make this operation seem like a doddle." He mused. "But she's not, she's dead, so I have to do this alone, but I know that if she could be here, she would." Jack fell silent. "It's still there, you know."

"What?"

"The young'un. It's still there."

Jack swallowed back the lump in his throat. "How do you know that?"

"Look at her face." Jack did, and found that even scared, teary, and puffy eyed, she was still beautiful. "She's got that mother-look still. Deep down, she knows that she's still got her baby, and that it's gonna take hell to take it away from you both."

Their conversation came to an abrupt hault as a familiar doctor entered the ward and came over to Kate and Jack. Ken went back to the newspaper he was reading. "Jack? Jack Sheppard?" He asked.

"Hi Dan." Jack replied half-heartedly.

"Jeez, man, I didn't expect it to be you here."

"Dan, can you tell me anything about Kate's condition?" He asked desperately. "No one's told us anything, please?"

"You know how it is in these places, Jack. Seems like ten seconds to the doctors, but ten years to the patients." He stopped exaggurating the point and looked down at the notes. "Kate Austen, yeah?" He double checked, Jack nodded. "I've come to bring her in for a scan." He announced.

"What did the tests say?" Jack asked, before making any move to wake Kate up.

"What tests?"

"Apparenly she's had some tests."

Dan shrugged. "No idea, sorry, Karly just told me to bring her for a scan."

Kate gradually woke up, and was taken in for a scan. Jack went in with her, and hse refused to let go of his hand, which he was glad for, because he was getting just as much comfort from it as she was. The scan began, and it was only a few moments until...

"There we are, Ms Austen." And Karly, the midwife, pointed to the screen.

Kate looked from the screen to Karly, and then to Jack. "What...?"

"You see right there, thats your children." She said.

Kate started crying, and held onto Jack, simply with relief. Their baby was all right, but it was Jack who questioned her words. "Wait...Children?"

"Thats, right Jack." She said to her old med school buddy, "Twins. Right there." She pointed out the two different heartbeats, and then gave them the picture to take with them.

Neither of them could explain what had happened, but when they went back to the ward, because Kate was to be kept in overnight, he saw that most of their friends were now gathered outside. They stopped, and stood in silence for a moment. There was Shannon, Sayid, Claire, Charlie, Aaron, Sun, Hurley, even Sawyer was there. The southern man was first to speak.

"You OK, Freckles?" He asked, when no one else made a move or sound.

Kate was still in disbelief. She nodded slowly. "Yeah..." Then her grin widened, as the news finally sunk in. "Yeah, fantastic."

The others looked at her in a mixture of shock and confusion. Jack held out his arm and showed off the photograph of the scan of their twins. Claire took it, and everyone crowded around to get a look in.

"Wait a minute..." Claire said. "Does this mean..."

Kate nodded. "They're alive." She said, her voice breaking, and Jack tightened his arm around her.

"They?" Sawyer asked.

"Twins." Jack said. "We're having twins."