Okay, so guys. This is the end. No more of my stories. Why you may ask? I'm graduating from high school…my only access to a computer…damn my poor white trash-ness. So I want to give you guys a send out you'll be talking about for…days.

Once again, I've written four stories before this one so I recommend you read them in order, loves, or you might not get some stuff.

"I don't see why it's necessary."

"It would be good and fun. Come on!"

"A wedding, on this goddamned island? I can't even imagine it."

"Shan! Be my maid of honor!"

"Claire? NO!"

"Why not?"

"BECAUSE I SAID!"

"AHH!"

"Damnit, get off!" Shannon screamed as an irritated Claire attacked her. Soon she could not help laughing as the nimble fingered Claire found every ticklish spot. "Stop! Hahaha! No, don't…AH!"

"You are going to be my maid of honor. I will tickle you until you agree."

"Fine! Just stop!"

Claire sat back satisfied. "Great. What are you going to wear?"

"I don't know…clothes?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"When is this dumb-ass…I mean, GREAT idea going down?"

"A week. We figured, Jack could marry us, and with you as my maid of honor, and Hurley decorating, and Locke making things, and…"

"Jeez, I get the picture. Just shut up."

Claire studied her friends face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Okay, I've been getting some head aches lately. They aren't going away. I took aspirin, that plant Sun gave me, nothing doing."

"Did you talk to Jack?"

"Yep, he thinks I might be getting heat sickness or something. He did all these tests and nothing showed up." Shannon looked around and noticed that already everyone was getting ready for the wedding of Charlie and Claire, the all around 'so cute I could barf' couple.

"So?"

"What?"

"Are you going to ask me?"

Shannon stared at Claire confused. "What?"

"HOW HE PROPOSED?"

"Sure."

"Well…"

"How did Charlie propose?"

"Well, first he brought me all these flowers, then he arranged for Sun and Jin to watch Adrian, and then he…" Shannon zoned out, still watching Claire's lips move a thousand miles an hour. Jeez, that girl could talk. Shannon nodded her head at a pause in Claire's speech so that she was still under the illusion that she was paying attention.

Under her lowered lids however, she searched out her lover. He was standing near the outside of the garden discussing something with Charlie. He looked so serious, with that sexy pout, and little wrinkle in his brow. Shannon wanted to jump Sayid right there and then. Again.

"Are you listening?"

Shannon recovered without a miss. "Yes." Shannon changed the subject, which through half an ear she'd known was the honeymoon. "What are you wearing?"

"I don't know. I don't have any pretty dresses or things like that."

"I have the perfect dress. Come on, we'll see if we have to adjust anything."

"What do you mean 'if'? You're an Amazon and I'm a midget."

"And if the dress was long there'd be a problem, but on me it only comes to like my thigh. On you…maybe your ankle?"

"Shannon! I am not that short!"

"Couldn't tell."

"You want me to make rings?"

"Don't say it like that. I need a ring to give to Claire and I don't want to give a wedding ring stolen off a dead passenger. I want to give her something new."

Sayid smiled. "So you want me to make it?"

"Well, you made Sawyer's glasses," (snicker), "and those turned out well. Can you do it?"

"I can try, Charlie. I've never done it before. It might be difficult but I'll come up with something," Sayid reassured the young man. Charlie smiled and barely was able to resist the urge to hug the man before him.

"There's Claire, I think I'll go catch her before she heads back to the beach." Charlie scurried off, leaving Sayid alone with his thoughts.

It had been a month since most of the beach dwellers had moved to the small field where many shelters had been built. With monsoon season already moving in, most had been built hastily. Shannon and Sayid shared one of the larger ones. One side was part of the fuselage, a squarish one that curved gently to form the back wall and most of the ceiling. Long branches tied together formed another two walls. The final wall, the front one, was simply a long piece of fabric. While not very sophisticated, it served its purpose, keeping most of the wind and rain and elements out. It also muffled sounds, giving privacy where before there was none.

Shannon was walking down the small hill towards him and Sayid realized how lucky he was. This beautiful, smart woman wanted to be with him. While Charlie and Claire needed the assurances of a ring and a ceremony, they needed none. Sayid and Shannon knew they loved each other. They knew that this thing between them was real.

"Have you and Claire discussed what you needed to?"

"Nosy little man. Always in the know aren't you?" Shannon said mock-snidely as she stepped close. Despite the differences in there height (she was two or three inches taller), she loved being near him. Early in their relationship she had asked if her being taller made him feel bad, but he said it didn't. Two inches wasn't anything. She just wasn't allowed to wear the heels he'd given her. Then those two inches would grow a lot, and he would start to feel small.

"Yes."

One word answer. Shannon hated it when he did that. "I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

"Ooh. Two words. Big improvement." Shannon patted his head like a child. Sayid, with lightning speed, held her wrist and slowly kissed her palm. Just like that, all playing was gone. It was intense, those feelings between them. It alternated between horribly possessive and endearingly tender. The up and downs of their relationship had always been remarked upon by their friends, but said friends always cautioned them not to get too carried away in public. Shannon and Sayid were known to get a little frisky around each other, and four months together had not dimmed that one bit.

"What did Claire want?"

"Huh?"

Sayid smiled at her vacant expression. "Claire? She wanted to speak to you?"

"Oh! She wants me to be her maid of honor. And she didn't have a dress so I gave her one."

"Which one?" Sayid asked, not wanting Shannon to have given away several choice dresses that he enjoyed seeing her in.

"I hadn't worn the one I gave her. It was way to short on me."

"How short?"

Shannon laid her hand high on the outside of her leg, showing him just how high the dress had been. "That high."

Sayid laid his hand over her's and squeezed. "That high?" Shannon nodded. Sayid stepped closer so that the front of their bodies touched. "Really? Maybe I'd have liked seeing you in that dress."

"And in front of everyone else?" Shannon asked, knowing that he would have hated it. Sayid was very jealous, not wanting anyone to see Shannon in the same way he saw her.

Sure enough, his eyes darkened and his mouth tightened. "No. Just for me."

"That's what I thought you'd say," Shannon smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Even as they kissed, people began to cough. Not like they couldn't breath, more like Shannon and Sayid should not make out in public.

"Cough, cough! Are they ignoring us dude?"

"Cough! Yeah, big man, I think my sister is ignoring us," Sawyer said slowly in his thick Southern drawl. Since learning that Shannon was his sister, over a month ago, he had been happy to tell anyone who was in hearing distance.

Charlie and Claire were hacking away, but still no response from the lovebirds. Finally, in hopes that Walt had not been completely scarred yet, Hurley threw a rock, and hit Sayid right in the back. That was enough to get their attention, or at least his. Shannon was still completely captivated by Sayid.

"Yes?"

"Could you guys maybe take that somewhere else?"

"With pleasure." Sayid bent down and scooped Shannon over his shoulder.

"Sayid! Put me down! Now! Goddamnit! I'm going to get you for this."

The others laughed as Sayid trooped into the forest with Shannon screaming all the way. It was nice to have laughs in the small settlement. There was rarely time for laughs on the island. Too bad as usual, the happiness would not last long.

The first chapter of my last LOST story. I'm sad. Okay, for those of you interested in some kind of soundtrack here, I'm listening to Muse's "Apocalypse Please". It's AWESOME!