Title: Spread My Wings

Rating: (This Chapter) K+

Characters (in this chapter): Alex, Danielle, Sawyer, Charlie, Jack, Locke,

Warning: Character death (yes, there is going to be more death after the one in this chapter)

Ships: (these are subject to change) CharlieClaire, ShannonSayid, EkoAna or JackAna, SunJin or SunMicheal or MichealLibby, HurleyOC, and WaltOC (this story is going to take place over a span of many years, the last two won't be for a while)

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost.

Author's Note: I don't know what to say…except thanks for the great reviews and I love you all to death. I'm also toying with the idea of starting another story, problem is, I get distracted easily and it may end up one of the stories will fizzle. Also, while you wait for the next installment of this story, why don't you read my other story? If you review that story, I will give you candy of your choosing! Anyway, here are the replies to the reveiwers

SGCFan4ever: Out of all the people who could be guarding Claire and Aaron, Kate was the only one who could really be killed. Jack, though I hate him, is too important cuz of his medical abilities, Locke is the glue holding the castaways together, everyone loves sawyer too much, Ana Lucia was a possibility, but I actually like her, Sayid is still injured…I think that's all the people who really could do it, and out of all of them, Kate and Ana Lucia were the only spare able ones, and I chose Kate.

CC: Enjoy the story! New readers are loved!

Sawyerz babe: I'd like to see you try and hurt me! Lol, I'm the one in charge here! So there!

Alex opened her eyes and looked around, for a moment forgetting where she was. Then, memories of the night before came rushing back to her. She let out a purr of delight. Being with her mother, it was the first time she had ever been truly happy and at peace. And if she ever got off the damn island, she had a sister and possibly grandparents somewhere.

"Alex, you are awake, good," Her mother noticed her rising from her sleep, "Are you hungry?"

Alex nodded, and her mother tossed her another piece of fruit.

"Mom," Alex began, not sure how to say it, "I love spending time with you, but we probably shouldn't stay here. I need to get back to the other castaways. They're gonna begin to worry about me. But when I go back, I want you to come with me,"

Danielle looked reluctant.

"I kidnapped the baby. They would probably run me out of their camp," She murmured sadly.

"They would do no such thing. I wouldn't let them. Sayid will listen to me, if no one else," Alex insisted.

Danielle sighed.

"If it is truly what you want,"

"Look, if it's too hard to live with them, we can come back. But they're my friends, and I can't isolate myself," Alex pointed out.

"You are right," Danielle admitted, "I'll pack up some of my things, we shoud probably leave soon,"

Alex nodded, "If you need me to carry anything, I can,"

Danielle nodded, and handed her daughter an old, beat-up backpack filled with some of her belongings.

"Alright," Danielle said, "Let's go,"

Back at the camp…

The scene had not changed much from the event in the middle of the night. The crowds had dissipated, but Sawyer, Jack, and Charlie still stayed with Claire and Kate. Charlie insisted he wanted to be there when Claire woke up, and Jack and Sawyer (for obvious reasons) didn't want to leave Kate's body.

Once the sun was fully in the sky, Sawyer finally broke the uncomfortable and miserable silence.

"It's mornin'. We should head out to find Birdy and her freaky lil friends soon," Sawyer said, his voice not capturing the harsh tones it usually had.

Charlie nodded fervently, while Jack only mumbled something distant and incomprehensible.

"Well, I dunno about you, Doc, but I'm gonna go ask our resident tracker to help us find that traitor," Sawyer said bitterly, getting up and walking out of the tent.

"Hey there, Tarzan (A/N: I couldn't remember if Sawyer had any nicknames for Locke, so I used one of my own. It's kinda dumb, but then again, it's 6 am)," Sawyer called to Locke. Locke looked over at Sawyer with an expression of amused annoyance at his new nickname. Sawyer continued, "I need yer help trackin' Birdy down,"

"You mean Alex?" Locke asked.

"Hell ya," Sawyer replied, his voice rising with anger, "She killed Kate,"

Locke looked at Sawyer sadly.

"I'm afraid I can't help you,"

"Whaddya mean you can't help me?" Sawyer cried, "Yer a damn tracker! Of course you can help me!"

"Sawyer," Locke sighed, "aside from the fact that I don't believe Alex was the one who killed Kate, you need to think logically. Even if we did have proof that she did it, we can't track her. Don't you think she would have taken advantage of her wings in a situation like that?"

Sawyer just growled an incomprehensible reply.

"I'd suggest you just wait for Claire to wake up," Locke said simply, "She may have witnessed something,"

And with that, he turned his back on Sawyer and walked off, leaving Sawyer standing there, angry, miserable, and defeated.

Then, he noticed something, far down the beach. A person, two people actually. It was hard to tell at the distance, but one of the people looked a hell of a lot like Alex. He ran back to his shelter and grabbed his gun from his secret stash of stuff (A/N: Hey, that's alliteration!). He went back to Claire's tent and found Jack with Kate's body. His stomach clenched and his eyes burned at the sight of Kate's limp body. He clenched his fists; trying to keep up his tough image that it seemed only Kate had been able to see through.

"Hey, Doc," Sawyer began, his voice fighting to keep his mask from sliding away, "I think Birdy's comin' back,"

"What? Alex?" Jack asked, looking up at Sawyer through red-rimmed eyes

Sawyer nodded, his jaw clenched.

Jack's face darkened with anger.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go," He growled. But he hesitated for a moment before bending down and removing the gun from Kate's cold hand.

The left the shelter and they could see that it was indeed Alex heading towards them, with her mother walking several steps behind her looking more than a bit nervous. Alex saw them, and her smile brightened as she ran over to them. The joyful expression was wiped off her face, though, the moment she saw their angry expressions and the guns they were pointing at her.

"Don't move" Sawyer growled. Alex stared at them in shock, her yellow eyes wide with fear.

"Wha..?" She squeaked, "What's going on?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know," Jack said coldly.

"But I don't!" Alex wailed, "What happened while I was gone? What the hell did I do!"

Sawyer ignored her, "Got ol' mama to help you, eh? Like mother like daughter, I see. Kidnapper and murderer!"

Danielle was at Alex's side in an instant.

"My daughter did no such thing. She was with me all night," she growled

"Oh, now that you say it, we're definitely going to believe you. Your word means everything, Madame Nutso," Sawyer said sarcastically.

Danielle raised a shotgun and pointed it at Sawyer.

"Wait! Mom! Sawyer! Jack! Everybody just calm down and don't shoot anyone!" Alex cried, her voice rising with panic, "Will you just explain to me what happened? I can't exactly testify against a crime if I don't know what the crime is!'

"She has a point," A new voice piped up from behind Jack. Locke appeared in the middle of the scene, "After all, innocent until proven guilty,"

"More like guilty until proven innocent, according to these two," Alex said angrily, "But thank you, Mr. Locke. Now, will you explain to me what happened?"

"Late last night," Locke began, his face clouding with pain, "We heard screams and several gunshots coming from Claire's tent. When we got there, we saw Claire and Kate unconscious and Aaron was gone,"

Alex let out a gasp.

"Oh, no, that's awful,"

"There's more," Jack looked like he was dangerously close to tears. Sawyer nodded resolutely. Locke continued.

"Claire had simply been hit over the head with something heavy, a concussion as Jack later diagnosed, but Kate had been shot. Twice. Once in the head, once in the stomach. By the time Jack arrived…there was nothing he could do. She was dead," Locke continued sadly. Jack choked back a sob, and Sawyer was just staring at the ground, the gun hanging limply at his side, looking as if he wanted to sink down into it.

"Kate's dead?" Alex asked, horrified. The three men nodded, "And you think I did it?"

"I don't. They do," Locke said.

"You really think I'd help them after what they did to me?" Alex cried, "I'm a freaking monster and it's all because of them. Now we could waste our time pointing fingers, or we could get your precious baby back from the scientists,"

"Oh yeah?" Sawyer said aggressively, "Well, you seem to have pretty good idea of where they took him!"

"That's because I spent the first sixteen years of my life there!" Alex cried, now looking close to tears.

"Is that the only reason?" Sawyer asked angrily.

"For God's sake, YES!" Alex exclaimed.

Sawyer raised the gun again.

"Then why don' I believe ya?" He glared at her.

Danielle raised her gun again in an instant. Finally, Locke decided to step in.

"You guys, there is no evidence that Alex did anything," He said decisively, "We cannot accuse her unjustly,"

Alex said nothing simply looking at them pleadingly.

Jack sighed angrily.

"Okay, fine, I won't hurt her. But that doesn't mean I have to trust her," He muttered.

"Same here," Sawyer growled.

"Fair enough," Locke sighed, "Alex, you are free to go, at least until we get more evidence,"

Alex still looked uneasy, but she nodded.

"Jack!" A voice suddenly called from down the beach. Charlie came running up.

"Jack, Claire's waking up!"