A/N: Wow… it has really been a while since I updated this story. But I was so busy with my new story, Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical! Check it out if you want… I do mention LOST in the first chapter that's really a prologue. Okay now I'm done advertising. Lets get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST but I wish I owned Jack… hehe…

Kate opened her eyes only to find that she was still being carried with a bag over her head. That was when the whole memory came back to her and she groaned. Her head ached terribly from where she was hit and she could feel a bruise forming on her hip where she was thrown to the ground.

"Count your blessings Kate… it could be a lot worse," Kate told herself firmly. Now if only she knew where they were taking her. "Well it's not like they would tell you even if you asked silly," Kate's subconscious added and Kate rolled her eyes. Then she realized that she was having a conversation with herself and was immediately freaked out. Kate considered shouting so they knew that she was awake but immediately decided against it when she could hear people talking.

"This isn't right and you know it… they haven't done anything to us!" Kate heard a young female protest and Kate wondered if it was Alex. She could barely dare to hope that it was.

"It's necessary. And don't try saying that they haven't done anything to us because they have. They took HIM remember?" a man's voice replied gruffly.

"But you fail to remember that HE set it up that way… HE wanted to be captured by them," the girl replied snippily.

"And you forget your place," the man said in a dangerous tone. After that the woman was silent. Kate mentally gulped as she remembered exactly what "Zeke" was capable of. She couldn't remember everything from the first time they had captured her but she remembered it wasn't good. Suddenly she found herself praying silently, even though she couldn't remember a time when she was really religious.

"Please, if there's something there watching me help Jack find me. I'm afraid and Jack is the only one that can help me. Please send him to me before it's too late!" Kate pleaded silently and hoped that somehow Jack would find her.

"Hey hero… are you sure this is the right way?" Sawyer drawled from behind Jack.

"Yes Sawyer… I'm positive," Jack snapped, even though he wasn't entirely sure. It wasn't like he got a good look at any landmarks in his dream. He was too confused to notice. Nonetheless he still had a strong feeling that he was going the right way. But since when did Jack follow his feelings?

"Well this jungle ain't exactly the easiest place to keep track of and you're only going off a dream you had. It doesn't seem real certain to me," Sawyer said skeptically. Really he was still just a little sulky that his Mission Save Freckles and Dis Jack didn't work out.

"Sometimes Sawyer not everything in life is meant to be certain," Jack snapped and then realized how much he sounded like Locke. Groaning Jack rubbed his forehead as though to ease the ache in his mind. Then all of a sudden he received this jolt of energy and knew he had to keep going forward. Kate needed him to find her, NOW! Jack was so taken over by desperation that he took off at a dead run, leaving everyone behind him in confusion.

"I guess the doc's finally cracked," Sawyer said, awe creeping into his voice as well as sarcasm. Meanwhile Jack was still plowing through the jungle, his adrenaline flowing which gave him more speed. Suddenly he was there, the clearing. Only there was no one there… just the occasional bird passing through the sky and the waterfall to his left. Jack tried to hold back the emotion that threatened to fall from his eyes.

"This HAS to be right," Jack thought desperately but then noticed something. Kate's shoes were still sitting innocently on the sandy shore of the lake. Hope surged through Jack until he realized that this meant the Others have already taken Kate. Now he could see the evident struggle written in the dirt in the middle of the clearing but he couldn't quite tell where they took her.

"Would be convenient if I had another weird feeling right now," Jack muttered sarcastically but was surprised when he found his feet turning into a certain direction. Writing himself off as crazy Jack plunged into the forest that way, hoping it was right.

Meanwhile in the hatch Claire prepared Charlie's painkiller. She was a little worried, since Jack has been gone so long and everything, but determined to make Charlie better.

"Okay Charlie… time for your pills. Now try not to fuss because these pills are going to make you feel much better," Claire spoke out loud without realizing it. When she did realize it though she blushed out of embarrassment.

"Here I am, talking to someone that can't even hear me," Claire muttered but then thought for a moment. "I did read somewhere that sometimes people in comas can hear you when you talk to them. I suppose I'll try it. I've got nothing better to do in here." Suddenly the button started to go off and Claire was torn. It was time for Charlie to have his medicine but she supposed he could wait for a moment while she typed in the code. When she returned though she heard something come from Charlie's mouth and for a brief moment she thought he was awake. It turned out to be more of a dream being spoken out loud though.

"I'm sorry… didn't mean to… I didn't want to kill mum… no… I'm sorry…" Charlie muttered, flinching and twitching while he did. Claire immediately was next to him to hear if he would say anything else but he had stopped and his body instantly relaxed. It had never really occurred to Claire that Charlie might have a past to haunt him. She had been too wrapped up in her own memories to really notice. All she had stopped to think about was that Charlie had lied to her about the addiction. That was all she had needed to hear to build her protective wall once more. Now that she saw Charlie here now though she realized that there was more to it than it seemed. Stroking his hair softly, Claire decided that she really wanted to reach out to this helpless man despite any memories she had. With that thought Claire helped Charlie swallow his pills and then she allowed her body to relax long enough to sleep.

"I told you he wouldn't last dear," an elderly woman said coldly to Claire while glaring at her across the dinner table. "Didn't I warn you about him? He was too chicken to face up to his responsibilities." Claire looked ready to cry but fought back the urge to plead with her father for help.

"I know Mother… I made a mistake with him… I know now that you were right," Claire finally choked out while trying to meet her mother's gaze. Though she knew it's never easy to stare a hungry tiger right in the eyes without looking down again out of fear.

"You really messed up this time Claire. Pregnant and no father to help you raise the child. I always knew that you would screw up one day Claire but I never thought it would be this bad. You are going to get an abortion aren't you?" Claire stared slack jawed at her mother and it took a moment for everything she said to register.

"Why are you even thinking about me getting an abortion mother? I'm going to adopt him out probably to another family that can take care of him," Claire responded, trying not to let all her emotions show in her voice. On the other hand, her mother looked rather surprised at Claire's bold response.

Claire's dream then changed to a memory of her love right before he left.

"Good morning sleepyhead," he murmured as Claire opened her eyes for the first time that morning. She grinned at her boyfriend and stretched lazily. Her hand then instinctively went to her stomach and rested on the slowly growing bump there. He looked curiously at her and finally she had to break the silence.

"Something wrong dear?" she asked, concern etched in her voice. She always worried when he got that look in his eye… like there was something the matter. She trusted him of course, with her life and the life of her baby, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind on mornings like this.

"When is he due?" he asked softly and Claire relaxed. He was must have just been stressing about the baby and everything. She couldn't help but grin goofily at how handsome he looked even in the early morning. What with the light highlighting his hair and his eyes sparkling with a long mulled over question.

"About five months," she whispered excitedly. What she wasn't expecting was his reaction. It was like someone had just told you that tax day was tomorrow and you hadn't even begun them yet. He bolted upright and panic showed clearly in his eyes at the mere thought of it.

"Five months!" he nearly shouted and it startled Claire so much that she nearly fell off the bed. "Five months!" he cried again.

"Yes five months! What's wrong?" Claire asked, a high pitch tone entering her voice out of shock and fear.

"Is it really that close?" When Claire nodded in response he nearly had a break down. "How the hell did this happen?" he bellowed now, dangerously.

"What do you mean? We've known about this for months and months… you were the one that convinced me to keep the baby!" Claire shouted, now angered by his words. Her beloved just stood there though… shaking his head in rage and frustration. Finally he spoke in a low and dangerous voice.

"I… can't… do this Claire! I never wanted a child… I… I…" he began but then instead hit the wall. Later a dent would always remain in the wall that he hit driving Claire into a depression every time she saw it. "God damn it! I just can't handle this!" And he was gone… just like that. The next time Claire talked to him he was leaving… and he was clearly wasted. Some life long partner he made.

Claire woke with a cry and found that there were tears staining her cheeks. She curled up in the chair that she had been sleeping in… one very similar to Jack's actually. Claire then touched the corner of her left eye tenderly… the same spot where she had a bruise because of him. He was so drunk that night… so angry with her. She often blamed herself because she thought that she should've known that he wouldn't want to stay with her if she had actual needs. She should've never kept the baby… then maybe... Claire shook her head to get rid of these thoughts. She loved Aaron and he was worth the price of losing someone that clearly didn't care about her. But still… her trust in men had never been the same. She had thrown herself at Tom (A/N: Am I right?) and he had pushed her away.

"I should have known better than to trust him so blindly," Claire muttered bitterly. What she heard next startled her to no end though.

"No… he… was… the… fool…" some one forced out painfully behind her and Claire noticed a faint British accent.

A/N: Well… clearly we all know who it is… I wanted to talk more about Claire and Charlie instead of Kate and Jack so… here it is. Again so sorry about the wait… I just got too busy. Please review and tell me if it was good… what I could do better… absolutely anything at all! Thanks!