Jack was standing in the hatch, away from Charlie and Claire to give them some room to relax, if that was even possible. He knew that Claire didn't want to be spending time with him and understood that it was a sacrifice for her, but at the same time he didn't think he could have understood if she had refused to keep him company.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard someone entering the hatch. His first thought was that it could be Locke, and he felt his body tense, ready for an attack before he heard a high-pitched whining sound and saw Kate, holding Aaron. He was relieved but someone else had heard as well. Claire came flying away from Charlie's side grabbing Aaron away from a shocked looking Kate before hissing, "what the hell do you think you are doing bringing him here?" She took Aaron to another section of the hatch, separate from everyone else and Jack turned to look at Kate. He didn't want to be stern with her but he couldn't help it, he'd had a long day.

"What do you think you're doing bringing Aaron back here?"

"Sun wasn't coping with him… I thought it would be best if I…"

"Did you think about what Claire wanted? Did you even bother to ask her if she was okay with Aaron coming into the hatch?"

"I thought she'd want Aaron to be happy. Sun and Locke said that he needed to be with his mother."

Jack barely noticed that Kate had said that Sun had suggested it, he found himself focusing on the fact that Locke had. This would be revenge for attacking him earlier. "He had no right making a suggestion! He obviously wanted to cause Claire distress by saddling her with Aaron. She already has to look after Charlie."

"He cares about Aaron; he wanted to do what was best for him. When did you get so paranoid Jack?"

The words stung, but Jack was determined not to let her be aware of it. "He doesn't care about anyone Kate; he's the poison in the camp.

Kate shook her head and Jack wondered if he had said too much. He barely spoke his mind, it was always safer not to, to hide his emotions and his true feelings. And from the look of disgust on her face, he should have kept them hidden this time as well.

"I need some air." She turned on her heels, leaving the hatch. Jack looked to either side of him, he could go and find Claire, support her with Aaron or he could go and see Charlie, make sure he was still okay. Neither option seemed very tempting to him.

Charlie stared at the bottom of the bed above him. It reminded him of being back on tour, the tour bus had been fitted with bunk beds, Liam had always made him sleep on the bottom one, taking advantage of the 'eldest picks first' rule. He chuckled, remembering how happy he had once been, not registering Jack entering the room until he sat down next to him.

"Hey Charlie."

Charlie turned his head to look at Jack. "Hey." He had to ask something that had been bothering him since he had woken up, "are you mad at me?"

He searched in Jack's eyes, feeling slightly fearful of the answer. He had never meant to hurt anyone but Claire had been acting strange around him, distant, even though she seemed to want to be there. Jack shook his head slightly, "no, I'm not mad at you Charlie."

"I just couldn't cope anymore. Everything is just too hard sometimes; I thought it would all be easier if I wasn't around anymore."

"I know," Jack laid a hand on his shoulder and Charlie felt grateful for the gesture, "it wasn't your fault."

Charlie pondered over the sentence for a moment, unsure how to interpret it. Did Jack mean that it was nobody's fault, or that it was the fault of someone else? "Whose fault was it?"

"Locke's."

"Oh," the answer confused Charlie more than the previous statement had done. It was true that he'd felt distressed about Locke attacking him, but he'd been feeling depressed occasionally, ever since finding out that Liam was a drug addict. He was feeling tired though, and it would be easier to agree, "I suppose so."

They sat in silence for a moment before Charlie spoke again. "Is Claire okay? She seems distant."

"Claire's doing fine. She just seems distant because she's worried about you."

"Oh," the answer placated Charlie. He had felt slightly guilty about her staying there with him instead of being with Aaron. He wished that she would just bring Aaron with her; that would make everything better, he missed being around him.

Sawyer walked through the jungle, trying to ignore the pain that flashed throughout his shoulder when he moved it too far. He should have gone to Jack for his medication a few hours ago, when it had started to hurt but he couldn't. He knew that he would have to wait as long as possible.

The whole scenario was humiliating, he didn't even like to think about it. He wasn't the sort of man who enjoyed relying upon other people. He'd learnt when he was eight years old that if you did that, you would be let down.

He had almost reached the hatch when he saw Kate standing by herself, a look of anger upon her face. It felt strange; usually he only saw that expression after he'd talked to her. It intrigued him; he leaned against a tree next to her to find out what was wrong.

"Out for a cigarette break?" There was no response so he decided to try again, "yeah, ain't that what all them nurses do when they can't be bothered to look after the patients anymore?"

"Just leave it Sawyer," her voice was quieter than he was usual and he found himself feeling worried, what if there was something wrong?

"You okay?"

The sympathy in his tone made her look up to him. "It's Jack, he just gets tunnel vision. And he's blaming Locke for everything."

The worry evaporated within Sawyer in an instant. Instead he felt angry, both at himself and at Kate. At himself because he'd been stupid enough to show that he cared and at her because she was worrying herself over Jack. He'd never seen her express worry over him and, as much as he wished that it didn't, that fact hurt. He laughed harshly, speaking with slightly more venom than he had intended to.

"Yeah? Well that's his problem ain't it? He thinks he ain't screwed up."

"He ain't…" She paused and Sawyer smirked at his accent rubbing off on her, "he isn't screwed up."

"You can believe what you want sweet cheeks, but we all are. I con, you run, Jack believes the whole damn world's against him. The sooner he realises that it isn't the better off he'll be."

Kate remained silent and Sawyer pushed himself away from the tree, wincing at the over exertion it caused in his shoulder. He began to head into the hatch, wishing that he could turn around and head back to the beach. His conversation with Kate had been humiliating enough and now he had to deal with Jack as well.