Just a little warning. This will be slightly confusing for the first couple of chapters, but I will get to what happened.

Bring Me To Life

Summary: What happens when you die, but your not dead? Charlie Pace and Claire Littleton are about to find out. Back in the real world, will they find they're way back to each other? If so, will fate pull them apart again?

Chapter One: Where Am I?

Charlie Pace awoke with a start, looking around the brightly lit room. The first thought in his mind was, where was he? The last thing he remembered was getting ready to leave the hotel, to catch his plane. He sat up, and saw that he was in a semi familiar room. A lamp to his right was on, and the early rays of light were pouring into the room. Charlie quickly climbed to his feet, and walked toward the door. He twisted the doorknob, but stopped when he heard voices.

"He'll wake up soon, I believe it," the deep husky voice said.

"I hope so, he's been out of it for nearly three days now," a much lower voice boomed.

Charlie suddenly pieced together where he was. He was at his brother, Liam's, house. He continued twisting the knob, until the door opened. He needed answers, and his brother was the one to give them.

"Ah, bloody hell Charlie," Liam all but screamed.

"Sorry," Charlie said, a sheepish look on his face.

"Nah, it's alright, you just scared the bloody hell out of me is all," Liam smiled at him. Happy to see that his brother was awake, after nearly scaring him to death.

"Liam, why..." Charlie paused, trying to think of a way to word his question. "Why am I here?"

"You mean, you don't remember what happened?" Liam asked, concerned that his brother might have blocked out the memory of what happened.

"No, I mean the last thing I remember was getting ready to leave the hotel for the airport. Why, what happened?" Charlie asked, becoming increasingly worried about what it was he didn't remember.

"You tried to kill yourself Charlie. When they found you, you were drowning in the tub in your hotel room. They found your empty heroin baggies. They figured that, that had something to do with it. Bloody hell Charlie, why would you do something like that?" Liam asked, his voice sounding angrier than it had only a few minutes ago.

"I don't know! I told you, the last thing I remember was getting ready to leave the hotel for the airport. How do they know that I did it?" Charlie asked, slightly remembering a woman in the room with him, fighting him over his last bag of heroin.

"There was no one else in the room. There was no sign of a struggle. Charlie, they said that foul play was ruled out very quickly due to lack of evidence otherwise. You tried to off yourself, and I'd bloody well like to know why," Liam said, his voice stern, filled with worry and concern for his baby brother.

"Oh, Charlie thank goodness, your awake," Karen smiled at him, before seeing the look of concern on Liam's face. "Is everything alright?"

"No, he's got amnesia or something and can't remember much of nothing," Liam explained the current situation.

"Liam, I might not remember it, but I didn't try to kill myself. I swear, why would I? Things were starting to look up, life was starting to look up. There was no reason for it," Charlie tried to think of any reason why he would have suddenly wanted to die.

"Your a heroin addict Charlie, that is all the reason you need. They just figured that you ran out of drug with no way of getting more. Charlie, I swear that had better not be the reason," Liam punctuated the end of his sentence as he stared at Charlie, his eyes full of a mixture of anger, fear, worry, and concern. All of which were for his baby brother.

"But I didn't do it Liam," Charlie said once more.

"Well, at least your alive that's all that matters," Karen tried to interject, trying to stop them from arguing.

"Believe what you will baby brother, live in denial all you want. Just so you know, your staying here. It's the only way I could stop them from putting you away," Liam said, before walking away, tired of arguing the same point with Charlie.

"You believe me, don't you?" Charlie asked, as he looked at Karen.

"Sorry Charlie," Karen said simply, before taking off toward her husband.

"Bollicks," Charlie screamed.

Claire

Claire opened her eyes, before clamping them closed tight. Bright lights from above shining down into her face. She tried to calm herself, and listened to the noises around, trying to figure out where she was. She heard the steady beep-beeps of what sounded to be a heart monitor, which only meant she was at a hospital. Had she fallen asleep visiting her mom? No, that couldn't be it, she was laying flat on her back. Had something happened to her baby? Why the hell couldn't she remember what happened. The only thing she remembered was leaving the hospital to go to the airport. After that her mind was blank.

"Ah, Miss Littleton, your awake. That is a very good sign," a young looking nurse smiled down at her.

Claire felt a sudden wave of panic rush over her. Why was she in the hospital, what happened, she needed to know. She shot straight up, and felt a stabbing pain in her side. Her hand moved to were the pain was coming from, and felt the roughness that told her that her side was wrapped in gauze.

"What...what happened?" Claire asked, her eyes wide.

"You were shot honey. I don't know much more than that, but there is a cop that would like to speak to you," the nurse explained before waving the young clean-shaven man in.

"Miss Littleton, could you please explain to me what happened?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

"I don't know," she answer plainly, her eyes staring straight ahead.

"Miss Littleton, I don't have time for this. Now I need you to explain what happened," he asked, sounding less friendly than before.

Claire's head snapped around, a dangerous fury in her eyes. "I told you, I don't bloody well know!"

"Now Miss Littleton, there is no reason to raise your voice," he said sternly. "Now you say you can't remember. Do you know where you were headed?"

"Airport..." she started before trailing off. A look of fear on her face as her fingertips ran across her flat stomach.

"Miss Littleton are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Where is my baby?" she whispered, so lowly that the officer had a hard time hearing her.

"What baby?" he asked, not remembering a baby at the scene.

"I was pregnant...is my baby...okay?" she asked a little louder this time, her eyes coming contact with that of the officers, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Ma'am, you weren't pregnant when I found you," the officer explained

"Yes! Yes I was, I was eight months pregnant! Where is my baby, what happened," Claire's voice trailed off as tears cascaded down her face.

"Miss please," the officer coaxed at her.

"I don't feel well, can you come back later?" Claire said finally, her voice cracking under the weight of her tears.

"Of course," he said, before leaving.

Claire laid back down on the bed, and curled herself into the fetal position, gripping the place her baby should be, as tears fell fast from her face.

"What's going on?" she asked quietly.