A/N: Thanks for all the reviews!!! The Christmas one is tomorrow!!! And I hate to say it, but this story is almost done. After the Christmas one, there will be one more chapter. So, 2 more chapters after this one. :)

"Claire?" Kate walked over to her chair. "I think it might be good if we go home."

The younger woman looked at her with tired eyes. "Maybe I should stay."

Kate touched her arm. "You son needs you." She said gently.

Realization hit her. "Ok." She nodded, and then took Charlie's hand. "I love you Charlie and will be back in the morning." He was still unconscious.

Kate helped her walk out of the hospital and to her car.

Jack changed out of his scrubs and back into his dress shirt and pants. This day had just been so hard on them all. He hated seeing his family in pain. As he put his things back in his locked, an idea came to him.

Jack ran down the hall to Burke's office.

"Shephard! What?" Dr. Burke called out when Jack ran in.

"Transplant!" Was all Jack said.

"Jack, you know how risky…" Burke started.

"But you can do it! It's a delicate surgery, but you're the best. My father wouldn't have hired you if you weren't."

"Yes, and I'm thankful Chris did, but…"

"Claire is my sister damn it! She just got married, they have a baby, and it's Christmas! Charlie can't die!" Jack yelled.

Burke stopped and thought. After a moment he spoke. "All right. We'll look at the donator list and try to find a match."

"Thank you." Jack apologized.

Burke nodded, understanding what they were going through.

Claire went into Jacob's, and now temporarily, Aaron's room. She went to her nephew and touched his sleeping head.

"Hi Jacob."

She then went to her son. Aaron woke up when she touched him.

"Mama." He held out his hands to be picked up.

"Hi Aaron." Claire lifted him up and held him close.

She sat in the rocking chair and he sat on her lap.

"Star! Star!" Aaron said excitedly, but quiet since his little cousin was still asleep.

Tears came to Claire's eyes. Aaron had no idea what was going on with his dad. Her little boy wanted to hear his favorite song.

"Ok." Claire smiled. "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Never let it fade away."

As she sang, Aaron fell asleep. Claire just held her son while he slept, and prayed.

God, please don't let my son loose the only father he's ever known.