Here comes chapter 6. Please review! Unfortunally Chapter 7 won't be up here in awhile since I will go to Turky on vacation. If you need "your fix", check out Lost forum where my BETA help will post chapter 7 and 8- otherwise I will post them when I get home.

Happy reading/ Sue

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Chapter 6

Hours turned into days, days into weeks. Boone didn't count the time anymore. Nothing mattered, not without her.

At first he had counted the seconds, wondering how far away she could be, if he could still catch her. His heart told him to run after her, to say that he needed her to keep him sane but his head's voice was louder. It wasn't fair to push her into something she didn't want to do. Then he had cursed her, her baby and the Island. He wished that he'd never met her.

Somehow Boone had lost track of time, living his life by routine. He got up every morning with a massive headache from the night it before. He cured it with whiskey, drowning his sorrows in the alcohol the same as he had done the day before and the day before that. He was back in his "carefree" lifestyle with booze and parties. He didn't answer calls, he didn't go to work (which was okay because he was a mama's boy), and he didn't shave. All he did was to drink, eat, sleep and think about her. Her blonde curls, her blue eyes, her smile and her scent.

Lord knows, he had tried to forget her. There where moments when he did too, but she always came back, haunting him. He hated himself for living like this. He hated her.

He walked into his bathroom and stripped himself of his clothes. He took a shower for the first time in what felt like a week. When he was done he sat down in front of the TV. He carefully avoided sitting in the sofa; it reminded him of her. Everything reminded of her. The balcony, the kitchen and especially the things that they had bought together (which she had forgotten to take with her).

Boone changed channel, sighing when he saw that it was a romantic comedy. That was defiantly not his kind of movie. Something caught him though, the woman in the movie. She was wearing a yellow dress, her blonde hair in a bun, a few strands falling down around her face. On a second thought it wasn't the woman, it was what the couple were saying.

"You know what? You did your job.
You wanted to lose a guy in ten days.
Congratulations, you just lost him."

Boone was hooked by the tension between the man and the woman on the screen. Even though he didn't knew what had happened between them, he could feel that this was it, the break-up. What the woman answered caused a chill down his spine.

"No, I didn't, Ben.
'Cause you can't lose something you never had."

Boone turned of the TV, not needing to see what would happen next. The sentence seemed too had come from his conscience. It was like someone had wanted him to see this, to remind him of that he had just lost the only person that he thought he could ever love.

Thousand things went through his head, things that they had said to each other.

"I look forward to get to know you, Boone - Because you're worth it."

And her laughter...

"This thing is temporary."

"You can't lose something you never had."

Boone got up so quickly that he got a head rush, but he didn't care. He had to get her back into his life! Perhaps he had never had her but he would get her. He would do anything for her. It didn't matter if she didn't feel the same; he had to at least find her, to tell Claire how he felt.

He began to go through the trash. He knew that the newspaper that she had been looking for hotels in should still be in there.

He almost laughed in relief when he found it. It was a short period of joy. There were ten circles in it.

"Damn it!" He muttered to himself.

His eyes skimmed through the pages. Which hotel had she chosen to stay at? There was no way to know but he guessed that she had chosen a cheap place to stay if she was going to stay for a long period of time.

He picked up his phone and dialled the first number.

"Comfort Inn, how can I help you?" A man answered.

"Good morning. This is Boone Carlyle." He tried not to sound too stressed.

"Good morning, Sir," the man said politely.

"I'm searching for a woman named Claire," Boone said.

There was a moment of silent.

"I need a surname, Sir."

Boone panicked; he didn't know her surname. Christ, he didn't even know that about her.

"I don't have a surname!" He was practically screaming at the person on the other end.

"I'm sorry," Boone said, regretfully. "I really need to find this girl. Please help me."

"I will see what I can do, Sir," the man answered, still sounding polite but Boone could tell that he was polite because he had too.

Boone was surprised that he would even try to help after his little outburst.

"No Claires at this hotel, Sir."

Damn it!

"Thanks anyway."

Boone hung up.

He dialed another number in hope that he would have better luck this time. He waited for what seemed like an eternity before someone answered.

"Hello," a man said, breathing heavily like he had just run to the phone.

"Hi! I'm Boone Carlyle and I'm searching for someone named Claire."

"Si Señor! Claire," the man answered. Clearly he was Spanish.

"Is she staying at your hotel?" Boone asked.

"Si, si!"

Boone's heart didn't skip one beat, it skipped thousands.

"Beautiful brunette, Claire," the man said, happily.

The relief he had felt disappeared. It wasn't her. It wasn't his Claire.

"No. The Claire I'm looking for is blonde."

It struck Boone that she was easiest to describe as pregnant.

"She is also pregnant."

"A si, pregnant lady!" The man said, with his tick Spanish accent. Somehow in all this mess, this one person had brought him a piece of happiness by just being himself.

"She is at your hotel?" He needed to be sure.

"No," the man replied with a mysterious undertone. "She's CWH hospital. Making baby."

Boone laughed with relief until he realised that she was in labour. It made perfect sense time-wise.

"Thank you!" Boone meant it with all his heart.

Claire was having the baby! He had to go there now, he was not going to let her go through this alone. Boone was full of energy but he couldn't move. What was he supposed to bring? Flowers or baby stuff? He suddenly realised that he didn't know but he didn't have the time to hesitate.

Boone was almost on his way out of the door when he noticed that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Laughing slightly he went into his room and changed into a white shirt and jeans. He didn't want to look too dressed up but still not sloppy so it seemed like the best choice. Besides, he didn't have much time to worry about clothes when Claire could be giving birth any moment now.