(AN: For this chapter and the next, I'm going to refer to Sawyer as James Ford, that way everyone won't get confused.)

James Ford led Eko, who was giving Charlie a piggy-back ride (A/N: Seemed a lot better than when Fezzik only dragged Wesley) down the hall. Charlie took Ethan's sword but since he didn't have the strength to raise it, he kept it sheathed. When they got to the next corridor, he held his hand, signaling Eko to stop, and peer around the corner. Convinced that the coast was clear, he signaled his large friend to keep moving.

Suddenly, Cooper and his men came in from the door before them. He was agitated that there were intruders, but surprised and infuriated that Charlie was alive and among them.

"Kill the one clad in black and the large man. But leave the third for questioning."

The guards tried to rush past James, but his sword was too fast for them. One by one, he slew each one until only the count remained.

James Ford held his sword up and pointed it at the foe he hunted for years.

"Sawyer, I'm James Ford."

Cooper's face shriveled into a look of confusion, as though he tried to figure out if that name meant something. But when his face showed shock, it was obvious he figured it out.

James continued. "You killed my parents. Prepare to die."

Both men stood in a fighting stance, but Cooper turned his heel and dashed off. James shot off after him, leaving Eko and Charlie behind.

Seeing that James was after him, Cooper quickly went for the nearest door and locked it just as James reached it and tried to bash it open.

"EKO! HELP ME!"

Eko looked at his limp friend before calling out to James.

"I cannot leave him!"

"EKO! HE'S GETTING AWAY! PLEASE!!"

Eko sighed as he set Charlie next to a suit of armor.

"Wait here," he said to him before going off to help James, who was kicking at the door until Eko showed up and smashed it open.

"Thank you," James said as he rushed inside.

Eko smiled and prayed for his success as he returned to where he left Charlie, only to find him gone.

Judging by the sound of rushing footsteps behind him, Cooper realized that James had gotten inside and was still after him. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, which led to the kitchen, he pulled out a knife from within his boot and waited for his pursuer.

The moment James made it to the bottom of the stairs, a knife was suddenly plunged into his stomach. James staggered back, then fell on his knees and right hand, his left clutched the knife handle.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed as he breathed hard.

He looked up to see his parents' murderer smiling and chuckling.

"Ford? That's what you said your name was? Ah yes! Mary Ford. Jasper, Alabama. I remember her. She practically begged me to take her thirty-eight thousand dollars and to rescue her from her sorry little life."

James was burning with rage.

"Incredible. You mean to tell me that you took my name because you were on some kind of revenge kick? And you've chased me down all these years just to fail? That's gotta be the saddest thing I've ever heard."

All he did was chuckle as James Ford crumpled to the floor.

So many sad and happy memories flooded Claire's mind as she entered the honeymoon suite. Most of which were of her and Charlie when they lived on the farm. If she had know how she would feel about him later, she might've treated him better.

Now she would never hear him say "As you wish" again. She would never embrace him or kiss him. All because Locke wouldn't hear that she did not love him.

That wouldn't matter anymore. Whether Locke did kill him or meant to but failed, she now belonged to him. And there was only one escape.

She sat before the desk and opened a drawer to revel a knife. A knife that would end her life. Tears filled her eyes as she took it out, and pointed the blade at her chest. She took a deep breath. She was ready to run it through.

"You know," a familiar voice came, "breasts as good as yours are bloody hard to come by."

Startled, she looked to where the voice came from. Sure enough, lying on the bed was…

"Charlie? CHARLIE!"

Filled with tears of both guilt and happiness, Claire rushed over to him and kissed him several times, as though if she didn't stop he'd leave her again.

But something was wrong. He didn't hold her or kissed her back.

"Charlie, please hold me," she begged as she kept kissing her.

"Gently," he muttered.

"After all this, all you can say is gently?"

She pulled his head up to kiss him real hard, but he couldn't kiss back.

"GENTLY!"

His head suddenly slipped out of her hands and landed hard against the headboard.

"Ow!"