Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or its characters or its beautifully crafted plotline...

Note: Written after/takes place during Maternity Leave. Sorry if its a bit choppy... It parallels the show, but I'm not going to rewrite the whole show with my new character included. So it works like this: Most scenes take place in between scenes of the actual show. The rest are modified to have the new character included and stuff... sorry if the chapters are short. I've got a few more ready, but I'm doing them one at a time this time... Anyway, enjoy!

"Woah. That was pretty sweet, what you didwith Claire. She did kind of freak out, though," Hurley told Libby after Kate, Rousseau, Daphne and Claire had left the area.

"I'm not sure I should've," Libby admitted. "I mean, you see how she acted. There was something really traumatic there, otherwise her mind wouldn't have blocked it. The mind is a weird thing. It can be fragile. You don't want to tamper with it."

"Yeah. Maybe it's a good thing it didn't work so good with Daphne. She was gone the whole time. I bet she'd have some crazy stories to tell us."

"I'm not so sure about that"

"Wait. What?"

"Something was weird. She did all same things as Claire, with the breathing and the eyes closed, but it didn't seem like she was concentrating on anything. I think she didn't want to remember. She didn't try."

"Well, that's reasonable I guess…"

"But, I don't think it is. I mean, wouldn't you want to remember if two months were missing from your life?"

"So, what're you saying?"

"I don't know. But, I think she knows something that she isn't telling us. And there's probably a good reason behind it."

"Now that you mention it, I do kind of remember that. But, there's another thing that's weird."

"What?"

"Well, when I was talking to her the first time, she pulled out a CD case. And there were these numbers etched in it. And they weren't like, crude scratches. They were perfectly straight and stuff."

"What were the numbers, like a phone number or something?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. And don't say 'try me' cuz I'll tell you about it and then you'll think I'm joking and get pissed and then walk off thinking that I'm trying to hit on you or something by making up some crap story…"

"Wait, Hurley. Calm down. I'll believe you. Just tell me."

"No."

"Tell me. I'll know if you're lying, Hurley."

"Okay. Before we crashed on the island, I won the a hundred sixty million in the lottery."

Libby laughed. "No, seriously Hurley. You can tell me."

"See, that's what I said. You don't believe me. You think I'm a joke." Hurley got up to walk away.

"Oh my God. You're serious." Libby said, placing a hand on Hurley's back as he was leaving. "I believe you. I'm sorry."

He turned around. "So you believe me now?"

"Yes."

"Okay. So, it was the lottery numbers."

"The lottery numbers were… imprinted on the case?"

"Yeah. And the numbers are… unlucky." Hurley braced himself for a laugh from Libby, but she didn't so much as giggle.

"Hurley, don't blame yourself for the crash. Or a bunch of stupid numbers."

"I couldn't tell you half of the things that have gone down because of those numbers."

"Okay, so what if they're unlucky? The Others… they know things that they have no way of knowing. If she was with them, like I suspect, then they might have put the numbers there. To scare you. And it's worked."

"You think she was with the Others?"

"It would explain how she survived. And why she's so reluctant to remember."

"But, the numbers thing… well, they weren't just any lottery numbers. I got em from this guy. He was in the army with this Australian guy, one night they heard this thing over the radio with those numbers repeating. He went crazy and his buddy killed himself."

"And you used them in the lottery?"

"Uh, yeah. I know, stupid idea. And I turns out those numbers, they were being transmitted from here. This island."

"Oh my God, Hurley. Have you told anyone else?"

"No, they don't believe me. Or, the ones I've told."

"Who did you tell?"

"Uhhhh… Charlie."

"Well, didn't you try to explain to anyone else? I mean, someone was going to believe you if you tried, because you're telling the truth."

"Oh. That make's sense. I was just kind of discouraged after Charlie didn't believe me. He's usually pretty cool. Wait, did I tell you that the numbers were on the hatch?"

"What?"

"Yeah. And every 108 minutes, you gotta type them into this computer down there and push this button or the world will explode or the pissed off giraffe is gonna attack the island or something…"

"Hurley, this is important. It might be a clue to something, it could help us. You need to tell everyone. Or at least Jack."

"Yeah..."

"Alex… was Alex your daughter?" Daphne questioned Rousseau as the four women searched the jungle for whatever it was that Claire was looking for.

"Yes. She was taken from me. By them. When Alex left me, I was all alone."

"I'm sorry."

"She would be about…" she looked at Daphne. "…your age now. It has been sixteen years. Or so I have been told. I do not know if she is even alive. And if she is, who knows what they have done to her? Who knows what she has become?"

"I wouldn't worry about that. Have faith. I have a gut feeling that she's fine and that she's not like the rest of them. She okay."

"And how is that? How can you know?" Rousseau asked, wishing that Daphne knew something that she could hold on to, a hope that she could cherish until Danielle and Alex, mother and daughter, were united once again.

"I don't know," Daphne answered.