The Con and the Artist

Lost: Mixed Tapes

"I didn't want to ruin what we have" He sighs. 

"James, I know just about everything there is to know about you, about you being in incarceration, why you went to Australia, your parents. And I've told you just about all there is to me. I admit, I still have some things I haven't told you, nothing major but...I thought after these few months we were able to be honest with one another, and that you would tell me something of that majority" I rant. 

"I"m sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it all happened a while ago" 

"Can you just explain, please?" I beg. 

"Alright, it was a few years ago. Same girl that sent me to jail. Like you with that business guy you were engaged to. It was a long con and I got in too deep. Thought I loved the girl, but it just didn't feel right with her, she didn't seem all that into who I was, just the con man who was fooling her. I conned her out of a lot of money and got sent to jail...she shows up with a picture of a little girl. Says her name is Clementine and that she's mine...asks me to write to her. I didn't want to believe it. That a screwed up man like me could raise something so pure like a child. So I ignored it, like the coward I am" He explains with a sad look in his eyes. 

"Would you ever want children?" I asked quietly. 

"Yeah, I think I would. Right person right time and all that" He mumbles. I feel my eyes begin to water. My emotions have been everywhere lately, is that another sign of pregnancy?. 

"What is it?" He asks, grabbing my hand. I wipe at my eyes with the flannel again. 

"I'm not able to have children...I had some issues when I was a teenager and that was that" I breathe, still trying the process that idea that I could be pregnant. I know this island has seemed to heal people..Rose's cancer, John's legs, but could it really fix me? 

"Emelia, having kids ain't all that important to me, your what's important" He says squeezing my hand reassuringly. I take a deep breath, ready to tell him of my suspicions but a shout is heard outside of the tent. 

Me and Sawyer both run out and see an almost comatose looking Claire and a frantic Charlie calling for help. 

"Here, give me Aaron, go find Jack" I instruct Charlie, taking a sleeping Aaron from his arms. He nods and runs off looking for Jack. Sawyer glances at me and then down at the sleeping baby in my arms. He smiles up at me, but our brief moment is interrupted when Jack and Juliet come running towards Claire, Charlie behind them. 

Jack tells us there is nothing he can do, that she just needs rest and to stay out of the sun and to keep cool. I tell Charlie I'll watch over Aaron as he keeps an eye on Claire. As the group disperses Juliet asks to speak to me and Sawyer privately. 

She takes us aside and explains to us that she did this to Claire, about why she came to the island, to help the woman that became pregnant because the pregnancy would end up killing the mothers after two months. She said she would go off and solve all of this with a medical case Ethan had hidden previously by our camp. Sawyer was hesitant but I let her go, wishing her luck. 

The crisis was solved that night, Juliet came back and injected her with the serum. She woke up and was better almost instantly. I handed Aaron back to her and let her and Charlie have some alone time with the baby. It was pretty late in the evening, the stars were out and Sawyer was trying to get me to come to bed, but I told him I needed a walk. 

I ended up walking myself to Jack's tent, tears in my eyes. 

"Jack?" I squeaked outside of his tent. I heard rustling and the tent flap opened up, revealing a concerned looking Jack.