Hey! I haven't written any author notes in the past two chapters. Oh well. Anyways, so what do you think of the story so far? How is it? Thoughts, theories, suggestions? Please pretty pretty please? Sorry. So, here's Chapter 6! Yay! READ! No, that's rude. Please read?

Chapter 6:

The next day when I woke up, I could hear Charlie yelling.

"Jack!" He yelled. "Jack!" I ran out of my tent. Everyone else had gathered at the edge of the beach. There was a woman, out in the ocean and flailing about. I recognized her from around the place and remembered hearing her name was Joanna. Boone was a little closer to land than she was. He was probably trying to save her but he wasn't very successful. Jack ran out there and pulled Boone back to shore, but unfortunately for Joanna, it was too late.

That was an absolutely horrid way to start a day. Boone sat on a sand dune, staring depressingly into the ocean, mostly likely thinking about his failed attempt to save Joanna.

The Korean couple were arguing again. I only knew that from the way the husband's voice kept rising. I didn't know Korean at all so I could only wonder what they were talking about, not like it was any of my business.

I saw Kate sorting through some of the clothes and thought I might as well help. If I wanted to be useful, I should help people. I walked over and sat down beside her.

"Hey, you mind if I help?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. I really appreciate it." She replied we traded smiles and got to work.

"So what am I doing exactly?"

"We are just separating the practical from the impractical." She answered and I nodded.

"Sounds good!"

As I grabbed a blue t-shirt and began to fold it, Claire walked over, too.

"Hey, you both haven't found a hairbrush in there, have you?" She asked.

"No, sorry." Kate pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"God, I must've looked through twenty suitcases. Can't find one. It's weird, right? I mean, you'd think that everyone packs a hairbrush..." As she said this, she fell over a bit. "Whoa."

"You all right?" I asked her. She placed a hand on her forehead.

"Yeah, it's just the heat." She said as she sat down on a closed suitcase. I picked up a water bottle and handed it to Kate who unscrewed the lid and handed the bottle to Claire. "Oh. And I'm—I'm pregnant."

"Really?" Kate responded in mock surprise, a smile on her face. We all had a small laugh.

"Thanks. What are you doing?" She asked as she took a drink of water. Kate told Claire what she had told me.

"Wanna help?" She offered.

"Sure. Can I...can I ask you something?" Claire slipped on a sun hat from the suitcase as she spoke.

"Sure. Shoot." Kate was folding a pair of what looked like camouflage pants.

"Are you a Gemini?"

"Yeah, I am."

"I thought so." Claire sounded excited. "Restless. Passionate. Everyone thinks astrology is just a load of crap, but that's because they don't get it. You know what I mean?"

"Exactly!" I laughed. "Y'see, my sign's a Libra. But whenever I talk to people about it, they aren't really listening. They kinda zone out when I talk about things that they just don't understand."

"I know!" Claire laughed. "I could do your chart if you wanted." She offered to Kate. But after looking at Kate's face she added, "Or not." But she was still smiling. "Geminis." She said under her breath with a smile on her face as she folded a shirt. She had a look of mock superiority on her face and a smile returned to Kate's face. We all laughed after that.

After a while, Claire had done enough and went somewhere, maybe to rest or something. But soon Walt came bounding over to us, bearing bad news.

"Hey, hey!"

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"That pregnant lady fell down." He panted. Kate and I immediately got up and ran over to see if she was alright.

"What happened?" Kate asked Charlie.

"She just dropped." Charlie said, gripping onto Claire's legs, while Michael was holding her up by the arms. They were rushing her to the tent that had been unofficially dubbed "The Medical Tent."

"It must be the heat. Is she breathing?" Kate looked really scared at this point.

"I think."

"Come on, let's get her inside." Kate said. She held the entry flap up to let Charlie and Michael bring Claire in. They laid her on one of the plane seats.

"Claire? Claire, honey, wake up." Kate pushed Claire's hair out of her face. "Claire, can you hear me? Claire?"

As Kate spoke, Michael began to untie Claire's shoelaces.

"Come on. Wake up. Come on. Please, wake up. Come on." Kate whispered. Charlie and I looked on, having nothing to do. "Claire, can you hear me?" As she said this, Claire's eyes fluttered open. "Hi, it's me. It's Kate."

"What…?" Claire mumbled as she began to wake up.

"You passed out. Just take it easy, okay? She needs water. Don't move." She commanded gently. "She's burning up. She's really hot. Honey, I think you have a fever. You need to stay really still. It's okay. Just rest."

"What the...?" Charlie whispered. "The water's gone." As Charlie said so, Kate looked up. "Someone stole it."

Kate looked at Charlie, Michael, and I. "You guys stay with her." She said. "I'm gonna go look for the doctor." I nodded in compliance as Kate ran out of the tent.

After a while, Michael went to check on his son and Charlie left for reasons I would never know. When he came back, he was holding a metallic container in his hand. I sat next to a sleeping Claire, on her right.

As Charlie walked closer, Claire stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. Spotting Charlie, she turned toward him, smiling.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." She responded tiredly. "How long have I…?"

"A couple of hours. Here." He handed the container to her and she took it. I realized that that had been a cup of water. "It's not much, but it's what we have." When she finished, she gave him back the cup. "Just relax. You have to think about the little one now."

"Thanks for the water, Charlie."

"There'd be more if some git hadn't nicked it."

I took that as my cue to leave and so I did, but not before hearing this bit of conversation:

"Is Jack back yet?"

"No. No one's seen him."

Jack and Locke had disappeared for a while. Apparently, Locke had gone to find more water, especially for Claire, who needed it more than anyone. And Jack, well, he didn't come back until well after midnight.

At that point, it appeared that Boone had been the one who stole the water. Charlie got angry and pushed him around bit, which showed that he really cared about Claire and he was watching out for her, which I thought was sweet.

The soon-to-be fight was stopped by Jack, yelling to get all of our attentions and he didn't start speaking until everyone was listening to him. He stood on top of a part of the plane and began his speech.

"It's been six days, and we're all still waiting. Waiting for someone to come. But what if they don't?" He asked to no one in particular. He began walking forward, down the empty space between the gathered people, myself included. "We have to stop waiting. We need to start figuring things out. A woman died this morning just going for a swim. And he tried to save her," Jack pointed at Boone. "and now you're about to crucify him? We can't do this. 'Every man for himself' is not gonna work. It's time to start organizing. We need to figure out how we're gonna survive here." He looked around at everyone. People looked down in either shame or guilt. "Now I found water, fresh water, up in the valley. I'll take a group in at first light. If you don't wanna come, then find another way to contribute. Last week, most of us were strangers. But we're all here now. And God knows how long we're gonna be here. But if we can't live together, we're gonna die alone."

When everyone had settled down, I walked over and sat next to Boone, who was, again, staring somewhere or at something, depressingly.

"Hey." I said. He nodded his head.

"So how's it feel?" At first, I thought that that had been Boone but then I recognized the Southern accent.

"How's what feel?" Boone asked. His voice was devoid of emotion and he didn't turn his head.

"Taking my place at the top of everyone's most hated list." Boone ignored Sawyer. "Sucks, don't it?"

"Oh, shut up, Sawyer." I said. He didn't respond, just walked away with a smug smile on his face. "Don't listen to him."

"It's true and you know it." He replied.

"Well, I don't think so." I said softly.

He looked up. "Thanks." I rubbed his arm comfortingly.

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~eleventhdoctor11