Can't Win But Never Loose:

Background info: Sawyer, Jin, Walt and Michael set sail on a hand made raft in the search of rescue for the victims of the Oceanic Flight 815, when horror struck when 'the others' took Walt from under there noses, shooting Sawyers left shoulder and destroying the raft. They float ashore finding the other survivors of the tail section on flight 815 lead by a fearless leader Ana Lucia, who mistakenly shot one of the fuselage survivors Shannon and holding her boyfriend Sayid at gun point, Sawyer is in serious need of a doctor after pulling the bullet out of his should with his bear hands.

Meanwhile back at the beach camp Claire finds out what is inside the Virgin Mary statues that Charlie has been carrying around with him, and she is not happy.

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"…Claire just calm down"" Charlie ducked as his suitcase flew over his head He begged, "We can talk about this"

"There is nothing to talk about Charlie! You lied to me; you told me several times you had quit"

"But I Have Quit! I swear on Aarons Life"

Claire froze on the spot, a cold shiver traveled down her spine; she spun on the spot and glared at Charlie.

"Don't you ever swear on my son's life. I can't even look at you right now"

She pushed her way past Charlie, and stormed up the beach away from her shelter.

"Claire!" Charlie went to go chase after her, but the sound of a baby crying ran in his ears, little Aaron had woken up from his nap. Charlie walked over to the little wooden cradle; a tiny baby wrapped in a towel lay in the cradle, his pink gums on show, eyes screwed up and little chubby arms waving in the air.

"It's ok Aaron, Uncle Charlie's got you." He whispered to the small child, he softly picked him up out of the cradle, held him against his chest, and bounced up and down, and hushing him softly in his ear but to n effect, the little baby was still screaming his lungs out, wanting his mother. Hurley lumbered his way over to Charlie

"Dude you ok?"

"Bloody peachy Hurley, did you see where Claire went?"

Hurly shook his head "sorry man haven't seen her. Kind of heard you two though, you know screaming at each other" he said picking up the suitcase that lay open on the sand just in front of the shelter "wana' talk about it?" he sat on the airline seat next to the cradle, watching Charlie bounce with Aaron who was still screaming

"It's nothing," Charlie lied "she's just a bit upset… think the heats getting to her," he said now cradling Aaron and rocking him gently which was starting to have little effect,

"No offence dude, you don't have a screaming match like that over nothing"

"It's a long story Hurley,"

"I got time"

Charlie looked down at Hurley who stared back up at him; he gently placed Aaron who had now stopped screaming in to the cradle, and was happily sucking his thumb and slowly falling a sleep. Charlie sat beside Hurley on the warm sand. Staring down at his feet,

"Its about my drug addiction, you know that saint Mary statue, full of bags of heroine,"

"You started again?" Hurley asked in horror

"No!"

"Then why did you take it?"

"I don't know, I just…." Charlie trailed off as there was a shadow at his feet, of a large man, he slowly looked up to see a large burly black man standing there with another man with moped blond hair draped over his shoulders and blood staining his shirt

"Sawyer?" Hurley asked quietly

"Please" the man asked, "Where is the Doctor? This man needs help."