Author's Note: This one is a tad short, but the story will get better (I hope)! Please review if you like it and I will keep going.

"I just don't understand why you think you can trust this guy! You've known him for five bloody days Claire! He's telling the exact same things that Thomas told you, the difference is this is just some random bloke off the street!"

"He's not just a random guy Aunt Lindsay, you don't even know him." Today was the day that Claire was scheduled to fly to LA, where she would stay until she gave birth. Instead, she told her aunt that she was not going. She had waited until the last possible second to tell her, because she knew she would react this way. It was completely crazy, and definitely not something Claire would normally do, throwing away all of her plans for a guy she'd known not even a week yet, but somehow it felt right. Nine hours ago she and Charlie were both supposed to get on a plane, go their separate ways and probably never see each other again. But they hadn't.

"Neither do you! That is exactly my point!" She continued yelling, but Claire turned her attention to the news channel that was on mute behind Lindsay. A banner across the bottom read 'Oceanic 815 Tragedy'

"Wait," Claire said holding up her hand and unmuting the television.

"Three hours ago Oceanic flight 815 completely disappeared off of the radar. 324 passengers and crew were on board, and it seems that they will all be presumed dead," The anchor woman announced, and footage cut to a distraught looking middle aged woman talking about her son and step daughter that were on the plane.

"Oh my God. That was my flight."

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"So did you hear the news about the plane?" Claire asked Charlie the following morning. She was supposed to go shopping for baby clothes and furniture with his sister-in-law that day.

"What plane?"

"Our plane."

"We have a plane?" Claire playfully hit him and rolled her eyes. She hadn't known him for very long at all, but he already had a knack for making her laugh, which was tough to do.

"The plane we were supposed to be on, to fly to LA. It crashed, you know."

"Did it?" Charlie asked absentmindedly.

"I can't believe you don't care. You could have died."

"But I didn't. Are you ready to leave? Karen will be back in a minute." Charlie told her, referring to his brothers wife. He didn't seem quite like himself today, he was very jumpy and fidgety.

"Are you okay?" Claire asked, concerned. Charlie tapped his fingers against the counter, making a 'clink' whenever the ring he wore on his middle finger hit the granite.

"Never better. I have to...use the bathroom. Freshen up." Claire bit her lip as she watched him go. He wasn't like anyone she'd known before, that was for sure.

An hour later, Claire and Karen walked through the baby store a few blocks away. Claire examined the price tag on a onesie and sighed. Having a baby was more expensive then she thought.

"I think you and Charlie are really good together," Karen said, as she picked up a blanket.

"Oh," Claire said in surprise. She and Karen hadn't spoken much on their shopping trip. "Well we're not really-"

"He was in a really bad place a few weeks ago and I think you can help him."

"Bad place?" Claire repeated.

"He didn't tell you?" Karen set down the blanket and turned to look at Claire.

"Tell me what? What's going on?"

"If he didn't say anything I probably shouldn't," Karen lowered her voice and spoke quickly. "It's just he was having some problems before he came to Australia and Liam said he didn't want the band to get back together, and we think that made it worse."

"Made what worse? What kind of problems does he have?" Claire was beginning to realize what her Aunt Lindsay meant when she called Charlie 'some random bloke off the street.' For all she knew he could have murdered someone and here she was asking him, a total stranger, to help raise her child.

"Never mind." Karen said briskly, and pushed the shopping cart forward. "I'm pretty sure it's all over and done with. In the past." Claire nodded, but her imagination was running wild. What could he have possibly done?

That night, Claire was glued to the news watching for any updates on the plane crash. She watched an older Spanish woman cry over her son, who happened to be worth $156 million dollars, that was lost in the crash. Charlie knocked twice on the door before coming in.

"I brought you some peanut butter," Charlie said with a smile. However, Claire was a bit irritated with him. Something big had happened in his life that he didn't tell her about. She turned off the television and stood up.

"Karen told me you had some problems," Claire said straight out. She watched Charlie's face turn from happiness to upset and a little scared in an instant.

"Okay. Don't get mad, but there's something I maybe should have told you." He paused, "I am a heroin addict. Well, I was. I'm clean now, I swear. Liam has me going to these fancy rehab sessions and everything."

"I can't believe this," Claire practically shouted. Drugs. He was a druggie. She couldn't raise a baby with someone like that. "This was a mistake. I'm giving the baby up just like I said I would."

"No, Claire, wait a minute!" Charlie yelled, but Claire had already slammed her bedroom door shut like a child and laid on her bed. She'd never actually gotten the information for the couple that was supposed to adopt her baby, so she would have to go back to the psychic in the morning and ask. "Claire!" She heard him outside her door, but she didn't answer. This might not be such a big deal to some people, but it was to her.

"Just go away Charlie."

"I won't go away, you have to talk to me. I should have told you, I'm sorry. I haven't used any drugs since I met you, I promise."

"How am I supposed to believe you? I don't even know you, please, just go." Claire listened for another moment, and when she heard him sigh and leave the apartment she got under the covers and cried herself to sleep.