Okay so first off I know I should not be writing another chaptered fiction...but this idea popped into my overly creative mind and demanded to be written.
Also, this is what happens when: 1. Your brain tries to find a way for your favorite characters who are/seem to be dead, to be alive. 2. Your brain tries to make sense of the latest episode of Lost, which most often than not is nearly impossible. 3. Random theories of what could have caused certain events, pop into you all to creative mind.

I plan on making this a lengthy one, now...depending on how creative my muse decides it wants to be will decide just how lengthy that is.
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Look What You've Done

Summary: /AU/ Takes place at the end of 4x10. Christian has something that he wants to show to Claire, but will that thing have her making a deal, that will not only keep her from her son, but lose him all together?

Chapter One

Claire took off after her father, who still had Aaron clutched tightly in his arms. Was she still hallucinating from the explosion. She had to be, her father wasn't here, on this island with her...was he? She followed close behind him, as they went a little farther into the jungle. She had lost all sense as to where she was, and was almost certain she wouldn't' be able to find her way back to where Sawyer had made camp. Her eyes rose from the ground moving under her feet, to her father again. He had stopped, and was laying Aaron down in the nook, of the roots of one of the thousands of trees before them.

She looked at him, a questioning look on her face, wondering why he just laid Aaron there.

"I have something I need to show you," Christian said, motioning for her to follow him.

Claire stopped, and bent down to pick up her now crying child. She couldn't just leave him behind, no matter how real her new hallucination seemed.

"No Claire, he has to stay. You need to come," Christian said shortly, before grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her behind him.

Claire felt tears well up in her eyes, before feeling them fall down on her cheeks, damping them.

"Why!?" Claire all but screamed, her neck twisted in an unforgiving position, trying to keep an eye on her son. Who was now fading into the scenery.

"He doesn't need to be where we're going. He's where he needs to be, and your about to be where you need to be," Christian explained, as he continued pulling her behind him, until he came to an abrupt stop in front of a dilapidated cabin.

Claire's eyes grew wide at the sight of the sad looking cabin. "Why is there a cabin in the middle of the jungle?"

"Because it's where he wanted the cabin to be," Christian said as he pulled the door open, and pulled her inside with him.

"Who?" Claire paused, trying to think of some way to make him give her some answers. "Please tell me dad."

Christian's head snapped around, his eyes burning into hers. "Because! Now sit down!"

Claire flinched at his sudden change of expression. His words were now harsh, and not in the loving fatherly tone they had been in. Apparently she had pushed him a little too far.

"He needs you, he has his reasons. I can't tell you those reasons, all I can do is offer you a deal. If you leave behind your friends, and stay here, he will give you something in return, anything."

"No! You think that you can bring me to some creepy cabin in the middle of the jungle, and tell me that someone needs me, but refuse to give me reasons why. Then offer to give me something to just abandon my son out in that jungle. I don't think so!" Claire folded her arms across her chest, as if to put the exclamation point on her sentence.

"I thought it would come to that. Which is why we had a back up plan. He will still give you something, which kind of works like a wish, can be anything. Plus if you agree to this without details, or attitude, you'll get to be with him," Christian said, pointing to a figure in the shadows.

"I can't even see who it is," Claire said, her attitude still very much pouring out of her, which made her smile on the inside.

The shadowy figure in the corner of the cabin stood up, and walked toward her. Her mouth dropped open, as tears fell from her eyes.

"No! No! No! I'm just imagining this, all of this. I'm hallucinating is all..." Claire paused, as she wiped at the tears in her eyes, which hadn't left his. "He is dead, he died...You died."

"I did die Claire, but I'm not dead," his voice coarse, Claire assumed from the intake of water.

"How?" Claire asked, her eyes watering freely now.

"I just am," he said, before Christian put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be here, always. I promised you didn't I?"

He started to backpedal towards the dark shadowy corner.

"No, Charlie wait?" Claire begged.

"You can talk to him more Claire, all you have to do is agree to help him," Christian said, his hands firmly on the table in front of her, as he watched her eyes cloud over.

She was almost certain she'd regret this, she couldn't believe she was abandoning her child to be with Charlie, but then again, she didn't think she'd be having a conversation with her father in the middle of a mysterious jungle either.

"Fine!" She said, completely exacerbated for words at this point.

Christian smiled widely at her. "I'll be back in a minute, I have something to take care of. You guys may talk amongst yourself."

With that Christian Shepard was gone. Claire shook her head, as her eyes searched for Charlie's face, needing to feel close to him.

Charlie stood up from the small rocking chair in the corner, and made his way toward the only window in cabin. He looked out it, as if searching for something, before suddenly turning toward her.

"Dammit Claire! You shouldn't have done that," Charlie said, not realizing just how close they actually were.

"I missed you Charlie..." Claire paused, trying to stop the tears from falling from her eyes. "Everyday since you've been gone, I've missed you. My heart has ached so horribly for you, but you weren't there to fix it. I need you to fix it Charlie."

Charlie brushed away some of her fallen tears with the pad of his thumb, before placing a calming hand on her cheek. "I'm so sorry that this has hurt you Claire, that is not what I wanted to happen. I just...I did it for you and Aaron."

"Charlie, please answer me one question," Claire pleaded with him, her green eyes looking deeply into his blue ones.

"Anything," he said softly.

"How are you here?" she asked, praying that this wasn't some cruel dream she was having, that she would wake up with the feel of Charlie's hand on her cheek, and the feeling that her heart was breaking all over again.

"Desmond didn't lie, I did die. Then, I woke up in here. I was approached by that guy, who is apparently your father. He told me that you and Aaron would be taken care of if I promised to help him. That I was brought back from death for a reason, and that if I didn't agree to his terms that he would insure that I would die for real...So I agreed," Charlie said, his head staring at the dry-rotted floor below him.

"Charlie...did I just make a mistake?" Claire asked honestly.

"Yes Claire. A very big one. He is using you, just like he's using me. I can say that it did hurt to think that I'd never see you again, but I could live with that, since I knew you'd be safe. Now...now, being with you it feels so good Claire, but now I'm scared. Now your stuck here just like me, and Aaron is alone, without a mother. He needs his mother Claire, but you've made a deal, a pact with that man. Your stuck here now, he won't let you go! He only cares about one thing, and I can promise you that one thing is not you, it's not me, and it sure as hell isn't Aaron. Now...You can't take it back Claire, he won't let you. I'm so sorry, god, this is all my fault," Charlie said as he fell back against the old wooden rocker in the corner, as tears fell from his face.

Claire looked at Charlie horrified, she tried to suppress the scream that had inched up into her throat, but before long it had escaped in the most agonizing words, that either one had ever heard, "Oh God! What did I do!?"