Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or its characters or its beautifully crafted plotline... Also, I don't own Walker Percy's Lancelot but I felt it a nice addition to actually have the beginning of the novel in here... anyway, enjoy. And please comment!

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... anyway, enjoy. And please comment!

Sun cradled the baby. No matter how much Aaron was swaddled, he wouldn't calm down. She didn't think that she herself could ever handle being a mother. The constant attention, the long nights without sleep. And the danger was even greater here. There were people who would do anything to get their way living somewhere on this island and if they wanted the baby bad enough, they would probably already have him. The thought made Sun nervous.

Poor Aaron… the baby looked miserable. The rash must've been troubling him tremendously. Sun didn't know what to do but what Jack had told her, rock the baby and keep a cool, wet cloth to help the fever go down. She hoped the baby would go to sleep soon, for both her sake and the sake of the baby.

Charlie watched from afar. He couldn't talk to Sun anymore. He was ashamed of what he had done for Sawyer. Locke had been humiliated. But was it worth it?

He hated seeing the baby like this, but there was really nothing he could do. He pictured a scene in his mind: he would walk up to Sun, beg her to let him hold Aaron. She would say yes, and when he would hold Aaron right away the baby would stop crying and the rash would disappear from his skin and his fever would diminish and he'd be happy.

But that was a stupid thought. Sun knew that he shouldn't be around Aaron and Charlie didn't have it in him to even speak to her, let alone walk up to her and ask for the baby. But how was he going to make Aaron feel well?

Suddenly, Charlie came up with something. "I'm brilliant," he said to himself.

"So, Daphne," Claire broke the silence. "Libby couldn't help you remember anything? No little flashes of what they did or where we might find this place?" Claire was hopeful.

"No." Daphne wished she could tell them something, but she couldn't. What if they watching? She feared being with them again more than anything else.

"Here it is." Rousseau finally said when she reached a certain point. "This is where you scratched me."

"No, take me to where you tried to take me before." Rousseau stayed where she was, staring at Claire. "Take me to them!" she yelled at Rousseau. She remained standing there, unflinching.

"No, Claire. She's not one of them," Daphne said.

"What?"

"Just, trust her. She's notone of theOthers." Claire looked at Daphne in disbelief, thendarted off.

"Claire!" Kate ran after her until she came to a large metal doorway in the jungle, adorned with a brand new Dharma symbol, a Caduceus.

"Don't open it!" Daphne said immediately. "Please don't go in there."

"I need the vaccine. My baby is sick. It's in there."

"No, it's not. I remember something. It's empty now, but there's people in there and if you go in there they'llhurt us. They'll come after us all," Daphne rushed, speaking as quickly as she could before the door was opened.

She was ignored and they four entered the strange doorway.

To Daphne's relief, no one was there. But it was empty, apparently completely abandoned now.

Neither Claire nor Rousseau found what they were looking for. Alex was no where to be seen and it seemed that all the vaccine was gone.

Rousseau was disheartened.Where was her daughter? Her first real hope in years, ruined. Claire saw this in Danielle and realized that she was a good person. Rousseau had helped Claire as much as Alex had. Because of mother and daughter, she was still alive. Claire apologised and told Rousseau about Alex... she was with them and there was hope.

"I think… I think I remember Alex," Daphne added very slowly. "She… she was my friend. My age. When Claire got away, they didn't realize it was Alex who helped her. She was safe."

"Thank you," Rousseau said andhalf-smiled. She knew now. Alex was alive. And she wasn't really one of them. She was a good person. That was all she needed. She headed back into the jungle.

"Well, when you escaped, Claire, they blamed Ethan, they sent him back to get you."

"You remember?"

"Not really. Just some. But, Ethan never came back. What happened?"

"Charlie killed him," Kate said gently.

Daphne's eyes widened. "Not Charlie!"

"Yeah. He shot Ethan three times," Kate continued, slowly, because she realized it wasn't registering with Daphne.

"Charlie's killed a man?" Daphne asked, still not believing it. She didn't know what to think. The fact that he really was a drug addict still wasn't fully real to her even after two months, but he was a murderer as well? It was something she couldn't get her head around.

And then, there was that whole other issue. Charlie was the one who killed Ethan. When the Others found out, and they would somehow, eventually, they would be after him. Again.

"Um, and there was a man who helped me" rushed Daphne, frantically remembering."His name's Henry Gale. You haven't happened to come across him, have you?" Daphne finally asked them.

"You're saying there's another guy on the island? Who's not one of them?" Kate demanded.

"Yeh. He landed in a balloon."

"Well, no, we haven't seen him."

"It had a yellow smiley face on top."

"We haven't seen him."

"Okay. Because one day, he just disappeared. I was wondering where he went."

"That's kind of peculiar… well, let's get back to camp."

"Hey there Sunshine. Would it be alright if I could chitchat with the baby real fast?"

"You want to talk to the baby?" Sun questioned him. She didn't find it really normal that anyone would want to have a chat with an ailing baby, especially one making this much noise.

Sawyer slipped on his new pair of glasses, pulled out a book, and began reading to Aaron. "Lancelot, by Walker Percy. I might as well start at the beginning I guess…" As soon as he began to speak, the baby quieted down and listened.

Sun was surprised but relieved and just listened as Sawyer continued "Come into my cell. Make yourself at home. Take the chair; I'll sit on the cot. No? You prefer to stand by the window…" Though still a bit wriggly because of his rash, Aaron did seem happier and he definitely wasn't crying anymore. As long as Sawyer kept reading, the rest of the camp was able to go about whatever they were doing without Aaron's cries interfering with their concentration.

Charlie watched from the beach, smiling. It had worked. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He wished he could be the one reading to Aaron right now, that he was relieving Aaron of his suffering. He realized right away that that wasn't how it was going to be. But since it was his idea, he was able to give himself credit, which made him feel a good deal better.

Would anyone ever know that Charlie was responsible? Probably not, but Turniphead was in high spirits and that's all that mattered.