Writer's note: This is an Au. I wondered what it'd be like this Charlie and Claire were married and the baby was theirs, how would their life on the Island be different.

Pulled From the Wreckage

There wasn't much he could do. Terror was everywhere; in everyone's faces. The plane's engines ran faster and faster as if they were going to explode. Fuel squirted out like a fountain, showering people passing under it. Women screaming and people crying for help rang in his ears. There wasn't much he could do but walk around in a daze.

"CHARLIE!" a woman screamed his name over and over again.

He wheeled around wildly at hearing his name. "Claire?" he murmured, barely audible to even himself. He starting walking towards her voice, not paying any mind to where he was stepping, side-swiping several people. Her screams stopped. His heart began to race as panic set in.

Then he saw her. She was sitting up on the sand, a man in a suit kneeling beside her. "CLAIRE!" He dashed to her, skidded onto his knees, and threw an arm around her shoulders.

"CHARLIE!" a woman screamed over and over again. She was on her knees, holding her exstended belly and grimacing in pain. "CHARLIE!" She flinched when a hand caught her shoulder, and an unfamiliar face appeared beside hers.

"I'm having contractions!" she yelled at the man. She grabbed at his arms, desperately.

"How many months along are you?"

"Eight months. Please, I need to find-"

"CLAIRE!"

She whirled around to find her husband flinging himself down beside her. "Charlie!" she cried, leaning against him.

"It's all right, love," he said into her hair. "I'm here."

"You're her husband?" the man in the suit asked.

"YES!" He didn't mean to sound so exasperated, but Charlie didn't care how rude he was to anyone at the moment.

The man nodded, vaguely. "Okay! Stay with her!"

Charlie barely noticed tha man leave. He held Claire against his chest, mumbling words into her hair as she sobbed. "Charlie, I'm having contractions. It's too early for the baby to come," she muttered into his shirt.

"The baby will be fine."

An explosion blasted, sending a monsterous ball of fire into the air. Charlie vaguely heard someone screaming to get out of there. Just then, the man in the suit came dashing towards them. "Get out of there!" He grabbed Claire's arm, yanking her to her feet and Charlie followed, supporting his wife by the waist. Another explosion blasted, propelling them to the ground, as a wave of scorching heat blew over them.

The man raised his head first, checking Claire and Charlie to see if they was all right. Then he was off again.