A/n: I couldn't help to update after Wednesdays nights episode with Claire and Charlie and WOW! All the stuff that was let out about Claire. WOW. lol. I kinda suspected that was her dad, and now I want to work that in here some how...I get it in there. ANd then CLaire's hair all black wow her eyes like came out at you, it was kinda freaky. Yeah, so I will work on that. Another thing for this chapter is I couldn't figure out where to end this, I guess it ends in an ok spot but I kinda wanted to go on but...whatever. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to: Lost-Inuyasha for the last update on chapter 4! and to anyone else that read it. I'm glad your enjoying it.

Chapter 5: The Lovecats

We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

I love you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

The Lovecats By The Cure

"Where'd you get the water, Charlie?" Claire asked as she took huge gulps of water and looking at the ex-rocker.

Charlie looked down sheepishly. "Well, honestly I didn't get you the water, it's a whole long story, I'm glad your alright."

Claire smiled at him, "thanks, I'm glad I'm alright too, I don't know what would've happened if..." she trailed off looking at her stomach. "Charlie? Do you remember when we...met?" she asked looking up at him.

He smirked sitting beside her and nodded, "yeah I remember, the concert right? With Thomas?"

Claire nodded looking at the water again, "how about when we went to the record store?"

Charlie looked at her funny, "why are you bringing all this stuff up? I mean, I don't mind or anything but...are you alright?"

Claire nodded not looking at him, "I just...thanks for being here for me, I think people are afraid of me or something." Charlie laughed,

"Claire what's there to be scared of? Your 8 months pregnant?"

"I'm a time-bomb, Charlie! What happens when I go into labor? What if something happens? I mean, I am another problem on this stupid island. What if—"

"Claire you'll be fine, and Jack will probably deliver the baby, he is a doctor." Charlie said smiling at her.

Claire looked at him for a long time before opening her mouth to a question she long wanted to ask."When are they going to rescue us, Charlie?" Claire asked looking at him with a pleading look.

Charlie looked at her sympathetically not wanting to give away the fact that no one was coming. "Soon, love, soon." he whispered leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She moved away from him turning her back on him, "I'm talking to you, but not letting you touch me, you lost that privilege a long time ago." Claire whispered, but Charlie heard every word of it.

He sighed and got out of the tent before she started yelling at him. Meanwhile Claire silently cried for everything that happened to her in the last year, with Charlie, with Thomas, with her mother, and her real father, and especially with herself.

Claire walked into the hotel she had gotten to know so well in the last few months. She went up to his room and was surprised to see he was packing up.

"Where are you going?" Claire asked looking around Charlie's room.

"I'm...leaving Claire." Charlie said not looking at her.

"Oh." Claire said looking down at her shoes then back up at Charlie with a confused look, "leaving?

"Yeah, this was our last tour, we...I am going...back to...England." Charlie stuttered.

"Oh." Claire whispered this time not even adding anymore.

"But you can come visit me anytime you want, it'll be fun, have you ever been to England?" Charlie asked walking towards her.

Claire shook her head quietly still shocked that he was leaving.

She assumed he was going to leave sometime, but not now, not when they had become so close. Friends, they were just friends that was it, there was just that one kiss but...that isn't important, she was with Thomas. Charlie was just her friend...right?

"Well, I'm telling you, you should visit! It'll be amazing, Claire you'll love it." Charlie said smiling, standing in front of her.

She tried to smile and she tried not to let her voice crack from the beginning of crying. "Yeah." she wheezed hoping he didn't think she was a total freak. "I'll come visit you, soon." she said smiling as he wrote his phone number and address on a piece of paper.

"Here's my cell number when you come to England."

She smiled and nodded. "Can't wait." she made an excuse to leave and hugged him one last time and left the hotel so she could cry in piece.

A few days went by on the island and people went about doing there own thing. Charlie came by to visit her once then was off on another adventure with the 'popular' group as an ex-high school teacher called them. Art or something like that Claire thought as she sipped her water.

She was starting to miss Charlie constantly hovering around her, even if she yelled at him whenever he was around her. She couldn't help it he just hurt her so badly. She sighed looking at the water she had to get herself.

Yesterday Charlie had gotten it for her, today, she hadn't seen him all day. She heard people were going to go to the caves to make it more homely, supposedly people were moving up there but not Claire.

Claire liked the beach, the sun, everything about it, it gave her hope. Sighing as she scanned the beach again for Charlie, she wondered where the hell he had gotten to, when she heard there was a cave-in, in the caves.

Claire got up from Thomas's latest beating, and staggered to the bathroom. It had been 3 months since Charlie had left Australia and still she hadn't gone to see him. She kept saying she'd look into it the next day but never did.

She hadn't gotten a single phone call from him either, leading her to believe that he had found someone else, someone better, someone who was available.

Claire rubbed the blood off her face and arms and looked deep into her blue eyes. What she saw there scared her, fear, defeat, sadness were present in her eyes.

No happiness, or liveliness, just depression.

She left the bathroom suddenly and went to there bedroom to get a suitcase and her essentials, she was going to England to visit Charlie.

A week later Claire found herself on the larger part of the island of England wondering where she was going to go now. She looked around seeing no one she recognized and she felt panic rise in her system.

She told Thomas that a friend had invited her to go to England with her, Cathy, her supposed friend she was going with was covering for her back in Australia.

Claire slowly walked towards the sliding glass doors out into the London rain her suitcase rolling behind her. She looked at the piece of paper Charlie had given her months earlier and held it tightly in her fist where it had been resting for almost 24 hours.

She waved down one of the numerous taxis outside and told him where to go. The driver kept asking her questions and she responded with short replies.

Finally they pulled up to a brick building and she payed the cabby for his services. She nervously approached the building and tried to find Charlie's name on it. Finally she saw CP-Charlie Pace and she pressed the button.

"'Ello?"

She smiled when she heard Charlie's voice. "Charlie?" she asked biting her lip.

"Whose this?" he demanded.

She felt a twinge of hurt vibrate off her body but she bit her lip, "it's Claire? Claire Littleton? Fred introduced us in Australia." she said quietly wondering if this whole thing was a mistake.

What would happen if it wasn't him? Or he totally forgot who she was? What if she was just a fling to him? Where would she go? She had no more money for a hotel? She'd end up being one of thos e crazy people sleeping on a bench or something.

"Claire?" S

She nodded then remembered he couldn't see her. "Yeah."

"Hold on I'll come down there."

"Ok." she waited a few minutes until she saw Charlie come into her line of vision.

"Hey." he said smiling at her and letting her in.

He looked so different, dark circles decorated his skin underneath his eyes. His hair looked kind of dirty, along with his clothes and his skin was littered with grime. There was a strange look in his eyes too, as if he was demanding after something or someone, Claire added silently trying to smile at the man she had met only months previous.

"H-Hi." she stuttered smiling. "Sorry to show up like this—"

"it's fine! It's great even! Wow, you look great! How are you?"

She smiled and nodded, "I'm fine."

"Oh do you wanna come in? Sorry I was just finishing something." Charlie rambled opening the door for her to come in she stepped in and smiled as they headed towards the elevator.

"How are you?" she asked looking at him.

"Fine, fine, I'm great." he rambled pressing the button to go up a few dozen times.

She looked at him weirdly till he finally stopped, "really? You don't seem fine." Claire muttered then wincing hoping he didn't hear that.

He wasn't even paying attention to her, he was picking his black nail polish off. She took a deep breath in, and wondered what the hell was going on with him when the elevator came and they stepped into it. "So what brings you to England?" he asked looking at her.

"Well, um, you." she stuttered.

"Oh." Charlie said quietly. "Well then I'll have to show you a good time in England now won't I?" Charlie said laughing and suddenly Claire felt a lot better, he was still Charlie he just looked different.

Claire smiled happily at him as we walked into his apartment. It was messy, like the hotel room, Claire had grown to know so well.

"Hm." was all she dared to say but Charlie wasn't even paying attention.

"Well, put your stuff anywhere and lets have a drink." Charlie said pouring some scotch into two cups as Claire dropped her stuff on his couch, he brought the cups over to where she was standing and handed one to her.

"Cheers." he said smiling and clinking his glass to hers. She smiled and did the same as they drank together getting ready for the weeks ahead.

"Charlie? Are you alright?" Claire yelled going over to the dirt covered man.

Charlie coughed staring at her as she waddled over to him. If Claire could've ran she would've.

He opened his mouth to say something to her but another round of coughing let out of his mouth. By this time she was right infront of him and hugging him with all her might.

"I'm sorry." Claire whispered hugging him closer as he wrapped his arms around her.

"For what?" Charlie asked in a slightly strangled voice.

Claire sniffed whipping her tears that had just sprouted from her eyes away, "your trying, and I'm sorry for always yelling at you."

He looked down at his shoes. "It's fine, you deserve to yell what I did...I'm sorry." Charlie said looking into her blue eyes.

"You almost died." Claire whispered.

"Well actually...yeah, I guess I did." Charlie said smiling down at her.

"Don't scare me again." Claire said smacking him on the head.

Charlie laughed rubbing where she hit him, "sorry, love."

"You should be." Claire said smiling then hugging him again. "I'm glad your ok."

"Yeah, me too." Charlie muttered looking down at her.

Later that night Claire didn't see him around the beach so she figured he had went back to the caves. She lay down on the soft sand and closed her eyes it was the first time since arriving at the island she slept a whole night through. She didn't even have any dreams, it was the best sleep she had, had in awhile.

In the morning she woke up and did her usual morning routine. Go to the bathroom in the forest, eat some fruit, go to the bathroom again, sort through some clothes, think of names, got back to the bathroom, try and read a page of a book, write in her diary, go to the bathroom, go get some water.

As she was sitting writing her diary though her regular routine was interrupted.

"Mornin love." Charlie said coming over to her.

She smiled at him, happy to see he brought water with him saving her a trip to the water hut.

"Mornin Charlie." she said smiling and taking a sip of her water.

"You want to take a walk?" he asked suddenly.

She opened her mouth to say no but her mouth had a mind of it's own. "Sure."

He helped her up and they started to walk down the beach. They walked silently for awhile until Claire remembered she had to finish her laundry so they headed back towards 'civilization.'

"What do you miss about the real world?" Claire asked suddenly as they head towards her hut.

"Ice cream." Charlie said looking on with a dreamy look.

Claire laughed.

"You?"

"A bed." Claire muttered rubbing her lower back.

Charlie smiled and went to rub her lower back forgetting they weren't on the best terms yet. She let out a small noise as he rubbed her back ignoring how she was suppose to still be mad at him.

They kept at there little game until they got to Claire's shelter and started taking her laundry down.

"Is food all you miss Charlie?" Claire asked as he named yet another edible thing he missed.

He laughed and nodded, "Claire, love, your pregnant what do you miss?"

She smiled already knowing the answer. "Peanut butter." she said wistfully.

"Of course." Charlie muttered smirking down at her.

Claire smiled back at him and took a sip of her water.

"Move to the caves with me, Claire." Charlie demanded suddenly.

She shook her head smiling despite how serious he was. "No way, Charlie." she said.

"Why?"

"I like the beach."

"I worry about you out on this beach what if...something happened or something." Charlie said worry lacing his voice as he kicked at the ground.

Claire laughed, "Charlie, nothing is going to happen to me here, there are other people on the beach. I like the beach it gives me hope."

He sighed looking at her, "but what about the sun? How–"

"Thus my hat, Charlie." she said gesturing to her hat and smiling at him. "I like the beach." she said again as he opened his mouth.

"If I found you peanut butter would you move to the beach?" she hesitated then nodded knowing she had this one in the bag, no way could he find peanut butter on a deserted island.

"Ok." she said smiling as they shook hands.

Hours later Claire still felt the warmth of his hand in hers.

(A/n: was it a good place to end? I hope so. Lol. Please review. I'm starting to sound pathetic. Man. ok. thanks for reading and reviewing and I am hoping you like it so far.)