I am sooo sorry you guys to keep you waiting, but I've had a helluva lot on my plate recently with school work and all. Currently sore and in a rotten mood: split from boyfriend today because of a lack of communication, like a caveman he only knows "ug" and "ooh"...oh, I can been so mean sometimes, we're still good friends. Apart from that, I had to pick up ready-made grass today and had spiders crawl up my arms (I can tolerate spiders and pick them up, but not when they're crawling down my shirt) so yeah, feeling less than perfect at the moment.

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I'd rather be in Kate's position at the moment.

"It looks lika bug, daddy." Aaron commented, peering over at Shannon's newborn. Kate bit her lip to keep herself from laughing; she had changed a little once she had emerged from Sawyer's Hoard, she was now laughing and joking as she did before, and her hair was kempt and a little bulge had appeared in place of a flat stomach.

The entire cave was in high spirits, and nearly all the women so far had bent down to see the small prune of a boy which looked extraordinary like his father, cooing and purring like little girls who had just found a puppy. Kate herself was tired after the long labour, and Shannon was nearly nodding off herself, but had enough strength to smile and feed the baby.

As she watched Shannon and Sayid dote over little Ali, she felt a familiar hand slip into her own.

"Hello sweetness." Jack kissed the back of her neck, causing her heart to leap delightedly.

"Good afternoon cowboy." Kate replied, turning around and attempted to kiss Jack, only to find her lips obstructed by something small pressing gently against her lower lip. She opened her mouth a little and Jack slipped in a small square block, and her eyes lit up as she tasted creamy chocolate melting in her mouth.

"Mmmmm." She sighed, suddenly very contented. Jack offered another one to her lips and she took it greedily.

"Hurley found the chocolate." Jack answered her unvoiced question. She smiled, not showing her chocolate-covered lips and quickly grabbed the chocolate block he was holding. She leapt up and ran away with the chocolate, with Jack following close behind her.

"Come back you little rascal." Jack laughed, pushing back the trees.

"Never! The chocolate is mine!" Kate giggled, stopping behind a tree so that he could catch up. When he caught her, Kate wrapped her arms her arms around him, pressing her freckled nose against his playfully, "If you want chocolate, you'll have to ask me for some."

"Can I have some chocolate?"

"What's the magic word?" Kate teased.

"Please." Kate smiled at his cute imitation of a small child, his eyes wide and glistening.

"Oh, you're so cute." She squirmed delightedly, and she broke off a piece of chocolate and fed it to him. He smiled and kissed her, pressing her against the tree. She could taste the chocolate and the slight cinnamon that was Jack. After what seemed like eternity squeezed into a second, she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

"Well well well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes." A familiar Southern accent mocked. The couple swivelled around to see Sawyer, mangy and frazzled with a light ragged pack on his shoulders, familiar blue eyes twinkling with something like madness.

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Claire's Diary

5th September 2006

Oh. My. God.

Three words: Sawyer is back.

We thought he had died, and now here he is, strutting around the island like he had never left. Yesterday, after the birth of Shannon's baby (gorgeous little guy too, Ali. It just makes me want to get this birth over and done with so I can have a little one to cuddle) he walks in on Jate and Kack, I mean, Jake and Kake. Errgh, I mean Jack and Kate smooching like the little angels they are. What a mess. He then stalks into the room, doesn't say "hello, I'm alive" and grabs a chocolate bar from Hurley and starts eating it. Sayid looked ready to murder him. Sawyer, I think, is a little crazy.

He told his crazy little story late last night. After the raft took off, they found several men on a boat, yet instead of saving them he was shot, that raft was torched and Walt was abducted. Sawyer barely managed to survive, the wound was shallow, but it wouldn't stop bleeding completely and Michael had to make-do by using a thread of cotton from his shirt and a wood splinter to sew the wound up. By some miracle, the current landed them on the beach again where Sawyer recovered enough to walk.

Sawyer stopped at this point to eat some roast pork, and everyone was silent until he had finished. His story just kept on getting weirder by the minute: Michael was adamant about finding Walt, yet they searched the island for him and not the seas by some strange inkling Michael had. Sawyer did not want to search anymore for the little boy and had a huge argument with Michael and they separated ways a week or two ago.

Jack asked how long it had been since he recovered from his gunshot wound. Sawyer said it had only been five months. Hurley said something about him being on his death bed for over a year and a half. Sawyer frowned and said that he was only ill for a month; then he notices Aaron for the first time and said "Kids don't grow up that fast, not in six months." He asked how long it had been since the raft left, and Sayid informed him that it had been well over two years.

There was this loud silence, even little Ali was quiet, before that Crazy French woman stood up and said, "Ze Ozzers got you," looking very much like a crazy seer who had just cast an ominous prophecy.

God, I know what they look like.

I had to snuggle up really close to Charlie and Aaron last night (not that they mind, but Baby Number Two always seems to get in the way more) I was a little more to the freaked-out side of paranoid. Couldn't sleep. Danielle and Sawyer kept dancing in my dreams when instead I should've been thinking about Charlie and Hurley's Amazing Chocolate Discovery and my matchmaking success that I've been gloating on recently. Kate and Jack are reaallyyy cute together.

Dun dun daaaa! To be continued...please review!