A/N: Okay I'm back again… once again I would like to mention how busy I am trying to find songs for my Harry Potter fic… please check out if you are interested! Anyway… sorry about the place that I left off but it wasn't to big of a cliffhanger thankfully. I'm sure we all know who is now awake! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything LOST… darn…

(Sayid's point of view)

It seems like forever ago that I lost Shannon and yet I can still feel the pain. I should have known not to get close to another girl on this island… it is full of so many surprises that none of us are safe. And yet I didn't follow my instinct… for the second time in my life I let my emotions guide me. Look at what happened both times… I'm more alone than ever now. I think at first that Shannon was just a distraction from Nadia… something I could focus on to lose the sting of her loss. Even if she was alive I always knew that I would not be able to find her… and even if I did she would have moved on by now. But then Shannon became more than just a distraction… I started to love her. I should have ended it… I should have ended it right then before I could cause myself more hurt but I couldn't bring myself to stop the happiness I felt with her. It was selfish… I should not have been so self-centered but I couldn't help myself. For once I thought I could actually do something I wanted and not what someone else wanted. I know better now… I was not meant to be happy.

(No point of view)

Claire's head snapped up so fast that she was surprised that she didn't have a bad case of whiplash. For a moment her bright blue eyes just stared helplessly at Charlie's brown ones until her brain recovered from the shock.

"Charlie?" Claire whispered, hardly daring to believe it. Charlie nodded weakly and smiled.

"I'm here for now… I dunno how long I will sleep. It took all day so I could wake up right now," Charlie whispered and Claire gripped his hand as hard as she could.

"When I talk to you can you hear me? When you're unconscious I mean," Claire asked eagerly. She simply had to know this. Charlie desperately tried to form words, found that he couldn't, so merely nodded yes. "You must think I'm some kind of raving lunatic then," Claire laughed while trying to hold back her tears of happiness.

"How… long?" Charlie stuttered and Claire understood him perfectly.

"Umm…" Claire swiveled around to check the clock and saw that it was 6:50 p.m. "About twelve hours or so…" Had Claire actually slept for six of those hours? "Oh my gosh Charlie! I was supposed to give you your meds every few hours! You only got them once!" Claire shrieked and noticed now that Charlie was barely awake.

"That… explains… a lot…" he stuttered and smiled painfully in her direction. Claire in the meantime reached to the table next to Charlie and pulled out two pills.

"Just hang on long enough so I can give you your meds," Claire whispered and grabbed a water bottle on the floor next to her. Jack must have left it this morning. "Okay Charlie, open your mouth up so I can pop a couple of these in. Then you can sleep again, okay?" Claire said softly while Charlie followed her instructions. It was much easier for her this time because he was conscious enough to swallow now. "Okay Charlie… get some more rest…" Claire cooed softly and stroked his hair soothingly. She noticed that it had gotten so shaggy and long lately… she would have to fix that soon enough.

"Claire…" he mumbled so softly that she had to lean in close to really hear. "I… don't… know when… I'll be waking… again… maybe… never…" Charlie muttered and Claire's heart turned to ice at the thought. She saw how pale he looked… it was almost as if he were already dead!

"No, no, no, no, no! Not Charlie!" Claire's mind screamed but she leaned in closer to hear what Charlie had to say.

"I… want… you to know… that… I… meant… what I said…" Charlie's voice was now barely a whisper and his eyelids were closing heavily. Claire tried to hide the tears that were now flowing freely down her face. She clutched his hand tightly and kissed it softly.

"Charlie I…" Claire began but then had another idea. Charlie looked at her expectantly and she felt him actually return her grip on his hand. She smiled sadly down at him and wished that she could tell him now but something told her that it just wasn't the right time. So instead she leaned down and kissed his cheek lovingly. "I'll tell you when you wake up again… so if you want to hear what my heart has to say you have to hold on," she whispered. Charlie's eyes shone with hope now and he nodded weakly. She knew now that he would hold on as long as he could… hopefully it would be enough to pull him through. Charlie's head slumped again and he was back in his deep sleep once more. Claire kissed his hand one more time and allowed the tears to really fall. She only hoped that she did the right thing just now.

Jack trekked across the close terrain of the forest and tried desperately to keep his breath. He couldn't stop now… he legs would have to hold out just a bit longer! They had to! Suddenly a large root caught Jack's right foot and sent him tumbling across the ground painfully. Jack groaned and tried to pick himself up. To his horror though he found that he couldn't move his right foot AT ALL! He must've broke the ankle or something in the fall.

"Damn it!" Jack shouted. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he screamed and beat the ground in his frustration. Picking up handfuls of the loose soil Jack threw them across the jungle, screaming and close to tears. "Kate!" he cried at the top of his lungs and even felt his voice go out in the process. "No!" he whimpered, seeing as how he didn't have the voice to keep shouting. Jack took deep breaths to calm himself and after a while the logical part of his brain began to slowly work again.

"Look for some kind of stick you can use to prop yourself," the logical part of him said and Jack did just that. He had to keep going for Kate's sake. In the distance Jack thought he could hear voices calling his name but he ignored them. All he could concentrate on was finding his walking stick. When he did find it he still didn't turn back towards the voices. Something told him that he was on the right path and nothing was going to make him turn back.

"Where do you think he went?" Sayid asked nervously as the small group began to thoroughly search the clearing that they came across. They were sure that they saw Jack come this way but they couldn't find a trace of him.

"You think maybe he came by here, saw Kate's shoes, and then took off in the jungle?" Bernard asked and everyone tensed. He was pointing out the painfully obvious after all and no one was in the mood to be told what they already saw in front of them.

"No… I thought maybe he had an Invisibility Cloak and he's standing here watching us act like a bunch of idiots. Of course he ran into the freaking jungle!" Sawyer snapped and Bernard looked taken aback. Jin was, as usual, silently looking around the clearing with his sharp eyes. Finally he uttered something.

"Tracker…" he muttered darkly and everyone knew exactly what he meant.

"Yeah buddy… we could certainly do with a tracker right now…" Sawyer replied, starting to feel the first of fear creep into his chest. As much as he loathed the doc he would still hate it if something happened to him. I mean… who else would he bother nonstop?

"Libby was right then… we should have waited for Locke to come back…" Bernard hissed in Sawyer's direction, still a little miffed that Sawyer had snapped at him earlier.

"If I need your opinion I'll ask for it!" Sawyer snarled dangerously and Bernard shrank back a little.

"Sawyer… Bernard… I don't want to have to put you in a corner," Sayid said sternly while still trying to achieve a joking atmosphere. Sawyer and Bernard got the hint though and kept quiet… Sawyer never forgot about those bamboo shoots in his fingernails and he never would. There was an awkward silence until finally Jin said something.

"Look…" he paused and seemed to be searching for the right words, "For… tracks?" Jin finally forced out and Sayid nodded.

"That makes sense… if we can find the right area he entered it would be easy to follow him… I bet Jack's not in the mood to be thinking about hiding tracks," Sayid said clearly and began to head towards one end of the clearing. The others shrugged and figured they might as well and split up to look for tracks. Back at camp though someone was nervously waiting for a signal.

"Oh man… please, please, please…" Michael muttered and looked nervously at the sky. He hoped that he wouldn't see the smoke come trailing through the clouds… he hoped that he wouldn't have to commit this bloody deed. In his heart though Michael knew that he would do it if he was told to though… only if it meant that he could have his son back.

"What's up Michael?" a voice said behind him and Michael jerked around to see Ana standing behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief Michael shrugged.

"Nothing much… just… hanging around the beach. You know you really start to miss the ocean breeze out there in the jungle, it's refreshing," Michael responded convincingly but Ana still was a little suspicious. Of course, it must not be easy to lose your son. She knew the feeling first hand but she tried not to think about it.

"Look… I'm sorry you couldn't find Walt," Ana said sympathetically and placed a hand gently on Michael's shoulder. He flinched at the contact and Ana made a mental note of it to watch for injuries on Michael. Of course mental and emotional scars can't always be noticed.

"So am I…," Michael muttered regretfully and stared out into the ocean. "I just keep telling myself that it will be okay… it calms me somehow to imagine that everything will work out okay," Michael said while trying to choke down the tears that threatened him. Ana nodded absent mindedly, listening to him in concern.

"Maybe everything will turn out okay for you Michael… just keep hoping that you can find your son and maybe it will happen," Ana suggested even though she herself didn't believe in that whole "If you wish hard enough…" crap. She was a cop after all and it's no fairy tale at work. Ana was surprised to see though that Michael was close to crying.

"Yeah…" he choked while trying to keep his voice even. Ana could even see his throat working to steady his voice. "I wish everything worked that way," he whispered and ducked his head. Ana sensed that Michael needed to be alone so she trudged away through the thick sand. Michael was trembling all over and he felt like he was going to be sick. It was the over powering sense of guilt and fear that was making him this way… oh if only there was another way to do this! Michael touched the area where his shirt and pants met and found the familiar shape of a pistol. Now he really was going to be sick and he dashed over to the water so that no one would find his mess. He didn't want anyone to be too suspicious… otherwise Walt would be killed and it would be all his fault. Michael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand disgustedly and once more looked to the sky, relieved to notice that the signal he was looking for wasn't there yet.

A/N: Okay so that is the end of the chapter… obviously. I would really like some reviews on what you guys thought of the chapter and it would be cool if everyone who read reviewed. I doubt it will happen but I still hope. Anyways, review!