Recap

"We've been taken."

"Huh?"

"By the 'others' Locke is always talking about." Shannon tried to pay attention but her mind was a fog.

"Others?"

"Yeah, princess. We've been captured by the enemy."

"Enemy?"

"Them." Sawyer nodded to behind her.

Shannon turned her head as much as she could and was confronted with the sight of a man-creature thing. It had the look of a man, but it's eyes were horribly bloodshot and it's mannerisms were that of an animal. It walked low to the ground and didn't seem to be able to speak. They, there were about six she could see, were all making grunting noises and gesturing with their arms.

"What's happening?"

"No idea."

"Great." Shannon blew her hair out of her eyes as she finally cleared her mind enough to study the cell-like structure she was in. The girl crying was one of the survivors, specifically the one who would give her bad looks when she walked by. Comforting her was Kate. Glancing at those around her Shannon saw that most were women. Claire, Sun, Rose, and others were all here.

Outside the cage, a commotion was forming. The man-creatures were stirring and more were showing up. One in particular, walking talk and confidently, came to the cage and pointed at Shannon. "You, come here."

Shannon stared at the others and felt fear shake her limbs. She was frozen and could not move.

"NOW!" He screamed. Shannon could do nothing but obey.


The scene was almost frozen in place. No one moved, not an inch. The man screamed again for Shannon to rise and unsteadily she did so. Sawyer made a move as if to block her from leaving and he received a smack to the head for his effort. The man grasped Shannon's arm and yanked her out of the cage. She shuddered as strange man-creatures sniffed at her legs.

"Follow me." It was not a suggestion, but a command. Shannon wordlessly began to trail after the only seemingly intelligent male in the vicinity (and that included Sawyer).

The situation was very volatile, and Shannon, for the second or third time, wondered how they had all come to be here. Or for that train of thinking, why?

She knew that she and Claire had been heading to the caves when they'd heard whispering. She could only assume that the creatures behind her were responsible. She'd been knocked out and had woken up here. She was the last to wake and the others who'd been taken had already begun to panic. The only male taken was Sawyer, and he looked like he got his ass kicked. Well, Shannon supposed, she probably looked like she had too. She sure felt like it.

The man stopped suddenly in front of a large hut, startling Shannon and causing her to stumble. Without anyone to steady her (that was usually Sayid's responsibility) she fell. Backwards. Right into the hands of the man-beasts.

Shannon screamed as almost a dozen hands began to grasp at her. She began to shove them away but this only caused them to grab harder. The more she struggled the tighter she held, until she was almost covered in a cocoon of arms.

"Release her infidels!" A feminine voice cried out loudly. Immediately the men let go. Shannon fell to the ground but scrambled up quickly.

"What the hell are those things?" She asked of no one in particular. No one volunteered an answer, but the broody big leader guy who'd lead her there pushed her into the hut.

"How rude."

"He can be quite rude at times."

Shannon whirled around and finally realized that the hut was occupied. "Huh?"

"Duke. He's quite rude."

"Er...yeah."

"Shannon I presume?"

"How did you know?"

"Danielle's diary."

"Danielle's diary?"

"Yes, she writes about all the castaways in here."

"Castaways?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alrighty. How are you enjoying your stay?"

"My stay."

"I hope they haven't treated you ill."

"They?"

"My creatures."

"Creatures?"

"Well, I supposed that is cruel. Let me clarify, I am their mother."


(Flashback)

"Mother?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Shannon…" her mother cooed before leaning over to pick up the small, three-year-old sprite that was her life, "…sometimes a girl has to cry."

"Was it daddy?" Shannon asked, having heard them arguing a few minutes ago.

"No. I love your daddy, he could never make me cry."

"Then why?"

"I miss someone."

Shannon wrapped one of her mothers long golden locks around her finger. "Who?"

"Just someone. A very special someone. I hope that one day, you'll get to meet that someone."

"What's her name?"

"His name is Bobby. He's my…"

"Emily! No!" Jack, Shannon's father shouted from the door. "She doesn't need to know."

"Why can't she know! She has a right!" Emily, Shannon's mother, yelled back. Shannon scrambled off her mother's lap as she stood to go head-to-head with her husband.

"It will only hurt her!"

"What about me! Don't you think it hurts me! Not to even be allowed to say my boy's name in this house!" She was sobbing now. All the screaming had turned her face red and her limbs were shaking. She was so weak in the knees that she collapsed into Jack's arms and just cried.

"Mommy?"

"Mommy?" Her mother did not answer, and neither of her parents took notice when Shannon left the room. She would get used to these little fights in her early life. They happened all the time.

(End Flashback)


"Their mother?"

"Yes!" Obviously this game of repeating what the stranger was saying was starting to annoy her opponent so Shannon changed tactics…it was never a good idea to piss off your kidnapper.

"Who are you?" Shannon sat on a small stool and studied the woman across from her. She was in her fifties (at least), with mahogany hair interwoven with streaks of gray. She had cool gray eyes to match. Despite the heat and the state of affairs around here, she was clean and refreshed looking.

"My name is Lenora. Lenora Rousseau. I believe you knew my sister Danielle?"


Dun-dun-DUN! I have finally started to get this up. For those of you not in the know…this is part two of my "Her Parents" story. The first part, of course, is "The Father". Before that in this series (Which overall is entitled simply Shannon) is "The Silence". So FYI you might want to read those before you get to this.