A/N: Cleo: Thank you for your feedback. In answer to your question, yes, a woman does not need to be nursing in order to be a wet nurse. Adoptive mothers have been able to nurse their infants or so I've read.

A week later.

Fitz wiped the sweat off his brow and sighed.

In the last few days, there had been several expeditions to find Claire who had mysteriously disappeared five days ago: After she had somewhat recovered from her illness, she had wandered into the woods and never came back.

"Fitz," Olivia sighed as she helped him pack his backpack. She couldn't help but feel anxious about this new expedition. There was no telling when she would see Fitz again. Their intention was to tour the entire island by foot which meant he could be gone for days at a time. "Please be careful," she said with a heavy heart. "This island seems to have a knack for making people disappear without a trace." Jack had been gone for some many weeks now that no one had any hopes of finding him alive.

"I know...that's why we've got to search for Claire now...while we still have a chance to find her safe and sound." Fitz replied vehemently.

In an attempt to to get his full attention, Olivia put her hand on the crook of his arm. "Let me go with you." attention.

Fitz shook his head. "We've already gone over this..." he glanced over at Aaron who was sleeping comfortably in a little bassinet that one of the survivors had carved out of wood. "We can't take him out into the jungle, that would just be dangerous and irresponsible."

Olivia bit her lip, feeling conflicted. Now that Claire was gone, Aaron completely depended on her for nourishment...without her, he would starve.

"Besides," Fitz continued, "I need someone to stay here in charge while I'm gone..."

"I'm sure that Sayid or Kate would..." Olivia insisted a little less adamantly.

"Kate is coming with us. We need her tracking skills in case we're lost," Fitz added the last statement all too aware of Olivia's uneasiness. Overtime, he had become aware that Olivia's reservations regarding Kate. "And Sayid...he's still working on the transmissions," he put his arms around her shoulders. "Liv, it's going to be okay, trust me...I need you to stay here. I want you to take charge. You can do it," he concluded in no uncertain terms.

Olivia followed him up the clearing where he stopped to say good-bye, she threw her arms around him, and hugged him for the longest time.

"It will be okay, Liv," he tried to reassure her once again.

"Oh, Fitz!" she gave him a hopeless look, stepping back some and with her arms still looped firmly around his neck. She was going to miss him so much, plus she had a nagging feeling...she just couldn't explain it. She closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing the huge lump in her throat.. When she opened them again, she was vaguely aware that everyone around the camp was staring at them with curiosity. She cleared her throat, and said, "I have something very important to tell you."

Everyone stood frozen, all conversations halted, highly intrigued by the urgency in Olivia's tone.

Fitz cocked his head and his lips turned into a half smile. "What is it, Olivia?" Fitz asked kindly, not at all self-conscious at being the center of attention in what appeared to be such a personal matter.

"I...I" Olivia took a deep breath and blinked back the tears that were threatening to come down like a storm, catching her by surprise. It was so unlike her to be so emotional. "I love you," she whispered staring intently into his eyes. There, she said it and the world did not come to an end. "I love you," she stated again, this time her lips curving into a sweet smile.

For a moment, Fitz shook her head, thinking maybe he was dreaming. "I love you too," he beamed, drawing her back into his arms and hugging her tight.

Everyone cheered in unison, some even broke into an spontaneous applause.

"Well... okay. You be careful! You hear?" tears rolled down her cheeks, not really caring that everyone was watching. "Don't forget that I love you, Fitzgerald Grant," she whispered in his ear.

The next day.

"She has acute asthma. She doesn't want anybody to know, for some reason she's always been embarrassed. I'm told her there is nothing to be ashamed of, you know. But she's stubborn," Boone explained to Sayid. "She needs a new inhaler, she had extra ones packed in her bags...so then I went to see Sawyer..."

"So he jumped you just cause you wanted to get medicine for your sick sister?" Sayid shook his head in disbelief.

"Well, I knew it was him. I saw him with Shannon's book. She had packed that book in her suitcase along with her extra inhalers. So if he has her book, he has the inhalers," Boone concluded in no uncertain terms.

Later, Boone and Sayid confronted Sawyer about the inhalers but were unsuccessful in their attempt to get him to admit he had the inhalers.

So they waited until Sawyer was asleep in his tent to whack him in the head and then drag his unconscious body to the woods. Once they got to a field of bamboo, they tied him to a tree with his hands behind his back.

"Well, ain't you brave jumping a guy while he's napping," Sawyer sneered at them, after Sayid woke him up by splashing water on his face. "Uh-oh, I'm in trouble now, " he mocked.

"I'm giving you a chance to do the right thing ," Sayid spoke in a slow tone, enunciating every word. "Tell me where the inhalers are and we'll stop." He moves to start making sharp bamboo spikes out of bamboo sticks. "We do not have bamboo in Iraq, although we do have something similar, reeds. But their effect is the same when the shoots are inserted underneath the fingernails."

"You know what I think, Ali?" Sawyer hissed. "I think that you've never actually tortured anybody in your life."

Sayid gave him a chilling half smile. "Unfortunately for us both, you're wrong."

"That's it? That's all you've got?" Sawyer scoffed. "Splinters? No wonder we kicked your ass in the gulf war!"

Sayid's face contoured into an evil grin, his adept fingers ready to insert the bamboo shoots into Sawyer's fingernails.

Right then, Boone and Sayid heard the rustling of leaves, startling them.

"STOP, STOP!" they heard Olivia's voice exclaim before she stepped into full view.

A/N: NOTE: In Lost, Sayid does torture Sawyer with the excuse of getting Shannon's asthma inhaler. Except that no one comes to his rescue and Sayid is given carta blanche. In a way, Sayid is sort of like Huck in that they both have similar backgrounds.

So this chapter was a little short. Umm...I wanted to get this one out ASAP. I must admit, right after I posted the last chapter I got the jitters thinking gosh, what have I done? (it didn't really hit me until after I posted it) regarding the whole thing with Olivia nursing Aaron. I thought maybe y'all would drop this story like a hot potato. My solution was to write this chapter in practically one sitting, :D

In case you're wondering, I have more planned for this story and outlines for the next 8 chapters.