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Told form the POV of both Charlie and Claire after the castaway's have been rescued from the island after a month. Claire returns to Thomas and Charlie returns to his old habits, but what happens when the memories Claire lost to amnesia return? (C&C)

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Catch a Falling Star

Air port:

Claire waddled through the station, along with the rest of the crowd, strugling to hold both of her bags while still keeping a hand to support her almost nine-month pregnet stomach. She was quickly loseing her breath, and decided to stop for a moment, letting both bags drop to her sides, and held onto her stomach.

The baby inside was kicking like crazy. He must be happy to be home, she though as she looked down at her rounded belly, an admiring smile across her face. Out of no where, she felt some one bump into as they walked by. "Hey lady, keep it moving!" A rude man called from behind her. "Oh, sorry..." Claire apologized softly, strugling once again as she bent to her slightest ability and tried to lift up the heavy bags.

"Hear" She heard a familiar British voice offer, leaning down to pick up one of the bags. "Why is it whenever I have trouble with my luggage you magically appear?" Claire questioned, playfully, brushing a few strands of hair back behind her ear. "Just handy I guess" Charlie replied sacracsticly, as he knelt down before the bags.

"Could we hurry it up please!" The impatient man called from behind them.

"Why don't you walk around, ass whole?" Charlie called in reply, raising an eye brow. The man scoffed in aggravation, but took his advice and walked around. "Bloody wankers..." Charlie muttered bitterly, glancing over at the man once more before lifting the bags. "Excuse my french" he then apologized, noticering the way Claire was looking at him.

"I believe that was English" Claire corrected playfully. A smile crossed Charlie's face, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. "Come on, lets get you out of the human traffic before one of us gets run over" Charlie suggested, jokenly. Claire nodded, and the two began walking side by side.

"So, how's the little one doing in there?" Charlie questioned after a while, glancing down at her stomach. "He's good. Kicking...a lot" She explained, her eyes on the same place his were, smiling as she felt the baby moving about inside.

"He must be happy to be home" Charlie suggested, casually. Claire looked up, surprise to hear someone else speak a thought she'd just had moments ago. Then again, Charlie seemed to do that a lot. At times, he could almost pass for a mind reader. "Yeah..." Claire smiled in reply, looking down at her stomach once again as she felt a little movement under her hand where the baby's foot was steady kicking.

"So, what are you gonna call him?" Charlie questioned, curiously, hands shoved in his pockets.

"I don't know. I haven't decided yet" Claire sighed, feeling bad for not thinking about it. "Well, maybe I could help you think of something" Charlie offered, shyly. "Aw, that's sweet" Claire beamed appreciatively, feeling her cheeks go red. What was it about Charlie that always seemed to make her blush?

For a moment, the two were quiet again, both stareing down at her stomach. "Claire!" A voice called from some where in the crowed. Claire's head went up, searching for the owner of the voice. She spotted him through the crowed across the room, standing by the large windows where people could watch the plains take off, his arms waving frantically. "Thomas?" She questioned out loud, surprised to see him. "Claire! Over hear!" he called again, not sure if she'd seen him.

"Um, could you hold on for just a second?" Claire asked, turning to Charlie. "Yeah, sure. Of course" he assured, understandingly. Claire flashed him a smile before makeing her way over to where Thomas stood. "Oh, Claire!" He exclaimed, meeting her half way. He through his arms around her without warning.

"Thomas...why are you here?" She questioned in confusion, makeing no attempt to hug him back. "God, Claire. I'm such an idiot. I had no right to leave you. I'm so sorry." He explained in a hurry, holding her at arms length.

"I came back for you. I wanted to talk things over, but you were gone. I even fallowed you to the air port, but it was to late. And then the plain crashed, and-, Claire I'm so sorry" his voice broke momentarily, and she could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"I thought I lost you, forever. I can't live without you, Claire. I love you so much. Please don't let my lose you again" His arms went around her once more, head buried on her shoulder. This time, Claire's arms slowly went around him, or atleast, as far as they could go with a nine month pregnet stomach getting in her way.

She felt her own cheeks go wet as she tried to comfort him. "God, I missed you so much" he continued over her shoulder. "Are you alright? Your not hurt or anything?" he then added quickly, holding her at arms lengths once again. "No, no. I'm fine" She assured, not wanting to explain to him just yet what happened on the island in full detail.

"Oh, thank god!" he exclaimed frantically before hugging her once again. Claire couldn't help but simile. It felt so good to be back home. "My cars outside. Do you need anything?" Thomas questioned after a moment of holding her in silence. "Um, I just need to get my bags" She explained. "Alright, take your time" he replied, smiling ecstatically.

Claire turned through the crowed and made her way back to Charlie, who still guarded her bags. "Hey, sorry I took so long" She apologized, once they were face to face. "No problem" He assured, forcing a smile. He handed her the bags, helping her get them situated. "So, I guess you'll be going home then?" Charlie questioned.

"Oh, well I suppose we'll stay in L.A. for a few days, but yeah. I'll be going back to Australia soon" She explained, nodding uncomfortably. "You'll be letting me know when the little one comes?" he questioned, though it was more of a request. "Yes. Of course, where are you staying?" She asked, pulling out her diary so he could right down the number.

She ripped out a sheet and handed it to him, watching as he scribbled down the number. She glanced back over at Thomas, who stood with his arms cross, watching her back. "Here you go" Charlie explained, with a smile, handing over the paper.

"Alright. I'll be sure to call" Claire assured, closing the little blue book once again and sliding it into the side pocket of her bag. For a moment they stood awkwardly, neither knowing what to say.

"Well, guess you better get going then" He suggested, in a low, distant voice. "Yeah" She nodded, though it came out in the form of a sigh. "Good by, Charlie" She added, giving him a little hug. "Good bye, Claire" he replied softly. There was a strange sadness in her voice, and for a moment his arms tightened around her, as if he didn't want to let her go. She forced herself to ignore it.

Claire slipped away from him, and headed back to Thomas, who was waiting patiently. She didn't look back, to busy with paying attention to where she was going, what with the bags and the belly makeing even something as simple as walking so damn difficult. But as she made her way through the crowd, she couldn't help but feel as if she were leaving something behind.

Thomas's apartment:

"Hear we are" Thomas explained, as the car pulled up infront of a small city apartment building that had been painted sky blue. Claire, who had been falling in and out of sleep the whole drive there now opened her eyes and looked out the window. "Here? I thought we were staying at hotel?" Claire questioned, looking over at Thomas in confusion. "No, no. I moved to L.A. after the crash. I thought if there was any chance of you guys being found, this is where they'd bring you. I didn't want you being eight months pregnet and have to stay in a hotel" Thomas explained, thoughtfully.

Claire smiled sweetly, not knowing what to say. Thomas got out of the car, and walked around, opening the door for her. "Here" he offered, holding her arm as she lifted herself out of the car. Lugging this baby around was becoming more and more difficult. "I'll get your bags" He added, opening the door to the back seat and pulling out the two duffle bags she'd brought with her.

"Thanks" Claire replied, sweetly, brushing her hair out of her face once again. "No problem" He assured, flashing her a smile as he shut the door once again. He held both bags on one shoulder, putting his other arm around her and guided her over to the door.

They reached the top floor and headed into his little apartment. The place was mostly empty. A Tv agenst one wall, a little black couch across from it. A glass coffee table with magazines sprawled on top of it, a large sliding glass door that took up most of the fair wall, and dark blue curtains to close over it.

A few odd articles of clothing had been thrown over the furniture, and some random electronic were spread out on the white linoleum floor. Other than that, it appeared pretty clean. Though it was clearly a man's house. "Sorry, it's a bit messy. I heard you were home, didn't really take the time to clean up" He explained, dropping her bags and shutting the door behind them.

"No, no. Its nice" She assured, looking around curiously. "Um, I guess I'll put your bags upstairs. The bath rooms too the right, if you want to use it. Sure its been a while since you got a decent shower" He explained, sarchasticly. "Yeah" she nodded, in agreement. "Take as long as you want" he assured, giving her a peck on the cheek before lifting the bags and carrying them up the steps.

Claire wondered into the bath room, and closed the door behind her. She turned on the faucet, letting the water pour out onto her hand, twisting the hot and clod knobs with the other until she got the temperature right. She kicked off her flip flops and slipped out of her cloths before stepping into the tub, and carefully lowering herself down. She leaned her head back, feeling the warm water slowly fill up around her.

It had been forever since she'd taken a decent bath. Her body ached from sleeping on the ground for the past month and lugging around a pregnet stomach. It was good to be home. She must have falling asleep, because when she woke up the tub was full and her finger tips were like prunes. She turned off the fosset and climbed out of the tub, opening the closet to look for a towel.

"Did you fall asleep?" Thomas questioned playfully, looking up as he watched Claire emerge from the bath room. "Possibly" Claire admitted, smiling, though slightly embarrassed. "I had a heck of a time finding a towel big enough for my stomach" She added, glancing down at the beach towel around her. "Aw, I'm sorry. You must be freezing" he exclaimed apologetically, hoping up from the couch. "here" he offered, pulling a blanket around her shoulders.

"Thank you" Claire replied aprecativly. "Here, come sit down" He insisted in reply, guiding her over to the couch. Claire lowered herself down, both hands on her stomach. She could feel the baby start to kick again and smiled. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He questioned, thoughtfully. "Um, yeah-" She began to reply.

"Let me guess? Peanut butter?" he predicted, teasingly. "Yeah..." Claire replied, sheepishly. Thomas smiled, and headed into the kitchen, pulling open one of the cabinets. "Crunchy or extra smooth?" He called over his shoulder. Claire considered for a moment. Then smiled.

"Extra smooth"

Two days later:

"Hey" Thomas greeted as he walked in the front door. "Hey" he heard Claire reply, though she was not in sight. His eyes trailed up to the loft where he found Claire, arms crossed over the top of the railing with her chin resting on her hands. "You haven't been sleeping all day have you?" he questioned, accusingly, taking off his jacket.

"Not all day" she answered, sneakily, a smile across her face. "Well, I can't blame you. Sitting in this whole alone all day, you must be bored out of your mind" he replied, sarcastically. "Its not all that bad" Claire assured, sweetly. "Well, bad or not, you still need to get out." He confirmed as he headed up the stairs.

"How about tomorrow, after work, I take you out to a nice restaurant?" he suggested, grinning as he slid into the bed beside her. "Hmm...sounds wonderful" Claire replied sleepily, rolling onto her back and putting her arms behind her head. "Well, then it's a date" he confirmed suggestively, leaning down to kiss her. Claire smiled sweetly, wrinkling her nose in a childish manner. Thomas grinned before leaning down to kiss her a second time, makeing it last longer then the first.

Slowly, he lead a trail of kisses down her jaw, neck, collar bone, etc. His hand gradually makeing its way up her thigh. "Thomas" She addressed him softly, as if she were nervous. He continued to kiss her neck. "Thomas" She repeated, trying to get his attention. This time he looked up, slightly confused.

"I...I don't think we should-" She began to explain, stopping as she heard the sigh escape his lips. "Well, its just that I'm nine months pregnet, sex could trigger an early labor" She continued, feeling bad for disappointing him. "Your right" he nodded, sitting up. "I'm sorry" She sighed, still feeling the need to apologize.

"No, no. Don't be. Its alright, really" He insisted assuringly, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. Claire looked down for a moment, wishing there was something she could do. She slid over, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "We can have plenty of sex after I have the baby. I promise" She assured, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Right. After you have the baby" he repeated, though his voice sounded highly unenthused.

Another two days later:

"Thomas, are you alright?" Claire questioned, in concern. "Huh?" Thomas looked up, not hearing her question. "I said are you alright? You've been acting really strange" Claire explained, curiously. "How have I been acting strange?" he asked in reply, avoiding her questioner. "Well, you've been really quiet lately. Exspeicaly last night at dinner. You barely said a word" Claire recapped, a hint of worry in her voice.

Thomas didn't reply, his eyes narrowed to the floor. "It seems like...like every time I mention the baby, you close up" She added, trying to make it sound like the idea was crazy. Thomas sighed, and pulled himself off the floor. "I guess we should talk about this now" He suggested, taking a seat beside her.

Claire eyed him curiously, waiting for him to continue. "I regret leaving you more than anything in the world. I was rash, and stupid, and childish. I like to think I've grown since then. Enough to know how important you are to me. Enough to handle a relationship" He began, cautiously.

But Claire, I still...I still don't think I'm ready to be a father"

" I see..." Claire replied softly, not knowing what else to say. "I know, its completely selfish. But, but I'm just not ready-" He continued, trying hard to convince her. "Its ok" She assured, cutting him off. Thomas looked up in surprise.

"It is?" he questioned, slightly confused. "Yes. I don't really think I'm ready to be a parent, either" she explained, awkwardly. She heard him let out a sigh of relief. "Ok then" he nodded, trying not to sound to excited. Claire nodded with him and let out a sigh herself. "Ok"

Next day, doctors office:

Claire sat on the paper-covered chair, swinging her bare feet back and forth over the side. Her right hand lay over her stomach, left hand flat on the cushion as a form of support. She could feel the baby kick through the material of the paper hospital gown.

Sitting on paper, wearing paper, signing papers... no wonder hospitals don't have plants. Claire smiled at her own little thought, corny as it might be.

"What?" Thomas asked, from across the room, noticering the look of amusement that crossed her face. "Oh, nothing" She replied, trying to hide her embarrassment. The door opened, and the Doctor walked in.

"Hello, Claire. How are you feeling?" The women asked, in a sweet, friendly voice. "Pretty good. My feet hurt, and my back. And I have to pee all the time" Claire explained, shamelessly, bringing a smile to the doctors face.

"Yes well, that's expected" the doctor replied, jokenly. "How far along are you?" she questioned, pulling on her plastic gloves. "Nine months" Claire answered, certainly. "And I hear your one of the plain crash survivors?" she asked, curiously.

"Fraid so" Claire confirmed with a nod. "You had a check up before you got on the plain?"

"Yes. Very healthy" Claire assured. "Ok, now after the crash, were there many major energies?" The doctor questioned hesitantly. "Um...no, not really. Just a few bumps and scratched" Claire explained with a nod, trying to sound certain, though she really wasn't. She had no clue of her condition after the crash. She didn't even know what gave her amnesia.

"Alright. Just wanted to make sure. Ley down, please" The doctor suggested, placing the ear piece of her stethoscope into place. Claire shifted, pulling her legs up onto the chair and laying on her back. "While you were on the island, you didn't have any trouble with the baby at all? No pains, false labor?" The doctor listed, wanting to make sure. "Um. No. Not that I know of" Claire replied.

"Ow" Claire exclaimed, holding her stomach as she doubled over in pain. "What's wrong?" Charlie questioned from her side, doing his best to support her. "I think...I think I'm going into labor" Claire explained breathlessly, gripping his arm tightly.

"Labor! Alright, alright. Stay calm. No need to panic" Charlie tried to comfort her frantically, going into a full panic himself. Claire had lowered her self onto the ground, both hands on her stomach.

"Go get Jack" She insisted, feeling another wave of pain rush through her. "No, I'm not leaving you" Charlie insisted. "Charlie-" She demanded.

"Claire?" the doctor questioned, eyeing her in concern. "Huh?" Claire looked up, snapping out of the memory. The doctor glanced over at Thomas, who was also looking at her questionably. "I'm sorry. I must have zoned out" Claire apologized, blushing with embarrassment. "Its ok," the doctor assured, "Quite common in this stage of pregnancy."

Claire faked a smile, watching as the doctor lifted her shirt and held the other end of the stethoscope to her bare stomach. Her and the doctor both seemed to notice it at the same time. A little brownish black bruise on the lower left side of her stomach. "What's this?" the doctor questioned, squinting down at the little mark.

"I...I don't know. I never noticed it before" Claire explained, in confusion. "It looks like someone tried to stab you with a needle" The doctor noted, studding the bruise mark. "They didn't, did they?" Thomas questioned from his chair.

"No, no. Of course not" Claire assured, "its not going to hurt the baby is it?" She added, looking up at the doctor. "Well, that dosent really mater now dose it?" The doctor replied. Claire looked up at her in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"Your baby's not going to live" a mans voice explained, forcefully. "Why are you doing this!" Claire questioned angrily through her sobs. "He can't live here, don't you understand!" The man before he exclaimed. She could see nothing, her eyes covered by a blind fold. She could feel the rain pouring down around her, the ropes binding her hands behind her back, something warm rolling down the side of her forehead.

"Please..." Claire sobbed, softly. "I won't let him" the man finished. His voice had grown quite, as if further away. She could hear his footsteps in the mud, moving away for a moment, then returning.

"Please..." Claire sobbed again. "Claire?" Thomas questioned on concern, getting up from his chair. Him and the doctor exchanged a worried glance before looking back at Claire. She'd begun to shake. Eyes glued to her stomach.

"Claire?" A voice whispered from beside her. She could tell it was Charlie. "Quiet!" The other man insisted, firmly. "Why are you doing this? Why can't my baby live here?" Claire demanded, her voice growing louder with panic. "I said quiet!" The man demanded, ignoring her question. She could hear him rummaging through something in the distance. A box, or a bag maybe.

"Answer me!" Claire insisted forcefully, scratching loudly. Her eyes were red, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her skin had gone pale. "Claire? Claire what's wrong?" Thomas questioned in a panic, holding her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "What's wrong with her?" he demanded, turning to the doctor. "I don't know!" the doctor exclaimed, honestly.

Claire felt a clean slap across her face that turned her head to the side. "I said be quiet!" The man insisted, brutally. The blind fold on her face had now shifted. If she looked down, she could see. She watched as the man kneeled down before her, his icy hand lifting her shirt.

"What are you doing?" She questioned softly, her voice shaking. She spotted the object in his hand. A serenge. She watched in honor as he pushed the bottom up, letting the liquid squirt out. "Please, no!" She insisted, trying hard to free her hands. She could feel the rope scraping agenst her wrist. "Get away from me!" She shouted, in terror.

"GET AWAY!" Claire's voice echoed down the halls of the hospital. Thomas jumped back quickly, releasing his hands from her shoulders immediately. Claire was in a sitting position, her nails digging onto the cushion of the chair. "I'm going to get help" The doctor explained, makeing a mad dash for the door.

Claire screamed once again as she felt the mans cold hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her. Behind her, one of her hands hand wiggled loose. She pulled both hands forward, pushing him away with all her force. She grabbed a hold of what ever skin she could reach, digging her nails into the side of his face. She hared him cry out in pain, using both hands to rip hers away. The needle have been dropped.

"Charlie!" She screeched, unable to fight him off on her own. She felt another hard smack across her face, leaving her chin stinging. Her arms waved frantically, doing her best to keep him away. She could feel nothing before her but air and rain, and realized the man had moved. She breathed heavily, grabbing onto her blind fold in an attempt to remove it. at that moment, two arms grabbed her from behind.

"Get off of me! Let go!" Claire demanded, her voice a high screech. "What happened to her?" One of the male doctors asked as he held Claire's arms. "I don't know" Thomas replied, stareing down at her in shock. "Ma'am. Please stop stru-" the doctor began to speak to her directly, buy was cut off by a hard smack across his face.

Claire felt the grip on her release, and made a run for it. Moving wherever she could. Though it was no use. With her stomach, she couldn't run. And with the blide fold, she couldn't see.

"I won't let you hurt my baby!" Claire screamed, as she held onto the wall. She had broke free, and staggered out into the hall way where the doctors had fallowed. "What the hell is going on?" Jack questioned, opening his door to see Claire fall onto the floor before him.

"Claire?" he questioned, taking a moment to recognize her. "I won't let you hurt my baby" he repeated, in a sob. She was kneeling on the floor, hair tumbling over her shoulders. Both hands on her stomach as she rocked back and forth. "Claire, please. Liston to me" Jack uttered softly, kneeling down beside her. He laid a comforting hand on her back, moving it up and down soothingly.

"Claire?" He questioned once again. Slowly, she looked up, eyes wide and soaked with tears. She sniffed once again. "Jack?" She questioned in confusion. "I'm here" he assured, pulling his arms around her. "You know her?" Thomas questioned, standing over them along with the other doctors.

"I was on the island" Jack explained, glancing up at them momentarily. "Shh, its ok Claire. Its ok" She assured, doing his best to calm her. "I won't let them hurt my baby" She sobbed agenst his chest, hands gripping the color of his shirt helplessly. "Its ok. No one's going to hurt you baby" Jack assured, brushing the hair away from her face.

Jack looked up at the group once again, watching Thomas's eyes lower to the floor in a look of guilt.

Jack's office, moments later:

"So let me get this straight. Your pregnet girl friend comes back after being stranded on an island for a month, after suffering from amnesia when a man tried to steal her child, and you convince her to get an abortion?" Jack questioned angrily.

"I didn't know she had amnesia! I didn't know some one tried to take the baby!" Thomas explained defensively. "What? She didn't tell you?" Jack questioned sacracsticly. "No! She didn't! And I didn't force her to come here! She wanted to!" Thomas exclaimed.

"That's bull shit!" Jack scoffed in reply. "How do you know?" Thomas questioned, angrily. "Because I know how much Claire wanted that baby!" Jack exclaimed. "Oh yeah? If she wanted the baby so much then why was she on a plain to LA to give it up for adoption?" Thomas questioned sacracsticly. Jack fell silent, not knowing that to say.

"You don't know anything" Thomas scoffed, bitterly. "Look, Claire would never hurt her own child, ok. I think we can both see that" Jack confirmed, trying to calm his self. "She loves that baby"

Thomas's eyes went dark. "Claire loves me" he corrected, as if he were jealous. Jack raised an eye brow at him questionably. At that moment, the door to Jack's office opened. "Claire!" Thomas called, running over to her. He threw his arms around her. "Are you alright?" he questioned, in concern.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine" she assured softly, her voice raw from screaming so much. "Can we just, go home?" She questioned, hopefully. "Of course! Stay here. I'll get your stuff and we'll leave" Thomas explained, giving her a quick peck before heading out the door.

Claire crossed her eyes uncomfortably, feeling Jack's stare upon her. She refused to look at him, hoping he'd leave her alone. It didn't work. "Claire, what is going on?" Jack questioned, firmly. "I..I had a memory" Claire explained, still avoiding eye contact as she pushed her hair back behind her ear. "You know that's not what I meant. What are you doing hear, Claire?" He insisted, crossing his arms over her chest.

"I...th-that is none of your business" Claire confirmed. "Oh, please. Don't give me that bull shit." Jack scoffed, in aggravation. Claire looked down, knowing that attempt would fail. "Claire, why are you doing this? You love that baby" Jack questioned, in a more comforting voice. Claire didn't reply. "Claire look at my. Why are you doing this?"

The door opened, and Thomas appeared in the door way. "You ready to go?" he questioned, as if Jack weren't there. "Yeah" Claire replied with a nod, taking one last glance at Jack before fallowing Thomas out.

Authors not: end of chapter one. Still more to come. Please reply!