Claire rocked Aaron in her arms; he was starting to calm down now. His whines had shifted into gurgles; she'd be able to get him to sleep soon. She felt angry at Kate for bringing him into the hatch, she hadn't wanted Aaron around Charlie and her wishes had been violated, even if Kate hadn't been aware of what her wishes were. With that brought another problem, one that she had been trying to avoid thinking about.

Charlie, being around him meant that she was being bombarded with more emotions than she knew what to do with. It brought back memories of her return to the camp after Ethan had kidnapped her. Charlie had been so nice to her, so gentle and loving, the perfect friend. But then she would remember the truth about him; he was a junkie and he stole her baby, almost drowning him. She could never forgive him for that, no matter how nice he had been or how much he needed her to.

She felt guilty, letting him believe that she cared. She knew that Jack thought it was for the best but she wasn't sure. What if Charlie got better, only to relapse once Claire left? The thought of keeping up the charade for the rest of their lives filled her with enough terror that she wanted to run away and never look back.

She was disturbed from her thoughts by someone entering the hatch, thinking that it might be Kate again, and wondering if she should apologise, Claire walked back through to find herself face to face with Sawyer.

She had never been so sure what she felt about Sawyer. They had barely spoken on the island and from what she had heard he had never seemed nice. But she supposed that those who didn't know her thought that she did nothing but run around screaming for Aaron all day. She stayed silent, not knowing what to say. After a moment of the uncomfortable silence he spoke instead.

"You know where the doc is?"

"He's through there, looking after Charlie."

"Ah… you know where the medicine is?"

"No." He was about to walk to Jack but she decided that she couldn't let the moment pass, she had to get the opinion of someone whose judgement of her wasn't clouded, she had to know, "do you think I'm a bad person?"

He paused, turning around. "Why you saying that?"

"Because I don't want to be around Charlie. Because I'd rather leave him here and just go back to the beach and be with Aaron even though Jack tells me that I'm going to be the one who saves him."

"You're not a bad person," there was darkness in his voice that she hadn't heard before.

"…I feel like one."

"Well you're not!" He sighed, leaning against a wall and looking away from her. "Trust me when I say that I know what it means to be a bad person. You don't have it in you."

"But Jack said that I have to save Charlie."

He sighed; "if Charlie is suicidal then he doesn't need you. Not specifically. Hell, he just needs someone there to listen to him. Doesn't matter who does it."

Claire was intrigued, wanting to know how Sawyer knew so much about Charlie. "What do you…?"

"It's nothing." The harshness in his tone almost made her recoil and she knew that she wouldn't be able to ask him anything else. "I need to go get my medication." He walked out of the room, and Claire was left holding Aaron alone. She cradled him closer to her body, wondering why, if Sawyer was as knowledgeable as he seemed, she still felt like a bad person.

Sawyer grumbled under his breath as he made his way through the hatch to find Jack. He wasn't blaming Claire for the mood that he had fallen into; he was blaming himself. She had done nothing but ask an innocent question.

He had considered making her believe that she truly was a good person by telling her the truth. By telling her about the women he had conned, the marriages and lives that he had ruined and the man that he had killed. He was willing to bet that she wouldn't feel like a bad person after that.

He leaned himself against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts. There was no reason why he needed to tell Claire the truth and chances are she would tell someone who would tell someone else and his carefully guarded past would be revealed for all to revile. Every so often he ended up like this, he would think about telling someone what had happened, if only for them to listen to him, to tell him that he wasn't a bad person.

But it wouldn't work. Even Kate knew too much and all she knew was that he had conned women like Sawyer had done. She had changed around him ever since, looking at him with pity and he couldn't stand it. He wasn't worthy of it. He had finally stopped her by revealing to everyone that she had stolen Joanna's passport. It had succeeded in making him more hated but it had achieved his true goal; not to get onto the raft but to finally stop her feeling sorry for him.

Claire was still in the hatch; it wouldn't take much effort to go over and explain to her once and for all that she wasn't a bad person. He opened his eyes again, shaking his head. He couldn't do it. He'd rather die than let another person pity him again.

"Sawyer? What're you doing here?"

The vulnerability on Sawyer's face was replaced instantly by his favourite smirk, "what? I ain't allowed in the hatch no more?" Jack continued to look at him, confused, still not understanding why he was there, "weren't that long since I were in that bed myself."

"Medicine," Jack walked away and returned a moment later with tablets, handing them over to Sawyer before he headed for the exit.

"We not going to do our dance then?"

He paused, "dance?"

"Yeah; I insult you and then you insult me and we all storm merrily off into the sunset?"

"I don't have time to be dealing with this Sawyer; I need to be focused on Charlie. You got your medication, you don't need anything else."

Sawyer let Jack leave and swallowed the pills, trying to make himself believe that he really didn't need anything else.

Libby sat on the beach, trying to relax. Traversing across the island had left her edge, especially when she saw that Hugo Reyes was there. That meant that she was in danger of him remembering that she had been in the mental institution and she wasn't ready for that to happen. So far she'd been able to get him to remember her as the one who stood on her foot and he seemed happy enough to believe that, even if he was suspicious for a few moments.

She saw Jack walking towards her, briefly looking at Kate who was trying to open a piece of fruit, a look of frustration on her face.

He crouched down, "hey Libby."

"Hi Jack?"

"You got a minute?"

"Sure," she moved to the side of the blanket she was on and he sat down next to her.

"You were a therapist, back in the real world?"

She felt fear flood through her; what if he realised the truth. She was sure that nobody on the island would accept her if they knew the truth. Worried that she was taking to long she decided to answer; "yeah. I was."

"Good, because I need some help."

"With your anger issues?" He looked at her questioningly for a moment. "I saw the fight with Locke earlier and I thought…"

"I don't have anger issues. I actually need you to help Charlie. Having Claire there will placate him but I don't know if it will help him to get better in the long term."

She nodded, not sure what else she could do. "Sure; I'll talk to him."