A/N: So, like...my first LOST story. Weird, right? And so let's all guess who the lovely and talented OC gets to be with...is it A) Jack B) Sawyer or C) Charlie? Well you're all wrong because I choice the lovely and delightful BEN LINUS!!! YAYY FOR SYDNEY! wow. Okay. Lameness about to end. So, I'm really trying here, peps. Because I love ben. So this shouldn't be OOC as terribly as one might think. So just try it out, okay? Pwease? Fank you. I do realize that Jack and Sayid were silent, other than the yelling, during the Ben fight scene, but I'm lazy, so bleh. Oh, and I'm going to make this bold so people don't freak out halfway through: AMBER IS 24. So it's not as creepy.

Summary: Three of the things Ben could never really comprehend.

Disclaimer: If I owned Ben, I wouldn't let any of you suckers see him again. MWAHAHAHA!

*clears throat* Let the fanfiction begin!

Oceans, Daughters, Lovers

Ben was a hard man to read. It was hard to get inside of his head (whether you wanted to or not) or even remotely tell what he felt. Sometimes, it was easy to think he had no emotions, no thoughts...

But Ben was the man with a plan. You kind of need thought for that one.

Ben sat, watching the waves crash slowly, rapidly, slowly against the rocky island surface. He sat in the sand, tasting the blood from his split lip over and over. The copper sensation in his mouth was not in the least bit comforting, but at that moment, it was all he had. The sound of the water began to sound like a broken record, and he grew weary of it, quickly. Benjamin closed his eyes, resting his head on his knees. He sat with them pressed to his chest, arms covering them, almost protectively. He had forgotten about the ache in his cheek from where Sawyer had repeatedly pounded, the sudden spark returning. He held in a hiss, settling in his skin. Blood began to trickle from his nose again, but all this physical pain was just a message that he put on hold.

"You killed your own damn daughter, and you're just going to ignore the fact that that's what you're gonna do to Amber?! You really are insane..." Ben kept clentched fists as the tall blonde man towered over him.

"I am not turning her into a hostage, Ford, I am simply going to have her speak with Richard---"

"Yeah, Mr. Crazy and his band of loyal followers, that oughta go over well. He's gonna know that you sent her, and she's gonna get murdered. You want more blood on your hands, Yoda? Don't you have enough, already?!" Ben's face darkened, his eyes more fierce now as the arguement escalated.

"So we should all listen to you, Sawyer, because you're a saint. Have you forgotten about the man you murdered with your own two hands? Alex's death..." Ben paused, lost in his emotions for a split second, "...was nothing for you to bring up. You have no right to---"

"Oh, on the contrary, Mary freakin' Poppins, I do have the right. What kind of man let's his own daughter die? A coward. Because you're nothin' but one. So don't try to get self rightous with me," Sawyer said, threateningly. His eyes were set, dead-locked onto Ben's. The rest of the group began to catch up with the arguing pair. Amber stood back, watching with Jack and Sayid. She knew that they couldn't be trusted alone...

"Don't I get a say in this?" She called, moving swiftly through the brush and oversized plants. She looked at them both sternly, trying to predict the next move.

"Not really, because if you did, you'd make the wrong decision," Sawyer mumbled, loud enough for Amber to catch a good part of it. He turned back to Ben, ready to start the epic war that was doomed to happen anyway.

"And why should we trust you, anyway? What have you done for us, to even let us remotely have any sorta faith in you? Other than try to kill us on a daily basis," He remarked sarcastically, throwing another glance at Amber, who was now approaching the two.

"Sawyer, this isn't you're decision to make. It's mine," Amber pushed, but was still given nothing but silence.

"Why do you keep treating her like you're her father, James? Is it because you never got to have one? Is it this emotional need to actually treat something with decent, human respect and feel some sort of love in return?" Ben began his mind games, trying to put the trigger to Sawyer's heartstrings.

"Shut the hell up! So what's your deal, huh, Benjamin? Don't you think it's just a little weird to fall in love with someone so much younger than you, someone so much more innocent and different? I wanna take care of her like a parent, but whatever you want from her is sick. Is it that lack of ever having anyone who liked you? Because from what I understand, not even you're father liked you--"

"James, stop! Quit being an asshole and just let me handle this, okay?!" Amber's voice rose, ten fold, her hand clutching Sawyer's arm. He looked down at her, the ragged look on his face reminding her of what he was capable of. "I trust Ben. He's saved me twice, now, and whatever he thinks is best, I'll do it,"

"Hell no, you won't," James shook her grip, turning his back to both of them as he stalked back towards Jack and Sayid. Under his breath, he began to mutter, "'Bet his own daughter didn't even love 'im,"

That's when Ben lost it.

He lunged at Sawyer, forcing him to the ground. He threw street fight punches, punctuating each with words of hatred.

"You. Don't. Know. What. It's. Like. To watch. You're daughter. Die at you're own hand," After 'hand', Ben could hear the sound of bone's breaking. He knew that he'd gotten James' nose, and he watched as blood from that area covered his knuckles. Sawyer took his chance as Ben caught his breath, only to lose it again. Sawyer pushed Benjamin's back into the ground as hard as he possibly could, ignoring the fact that Jack, Sayid, and Amber were all pulling at him, screaming for him to stop.

"You. Bastard. You're. Trying. To. Kill. The. One. Good thing. I have left," Ben's face was mauled by Sawyer's fists, blood and fresh cuts all over, decorating it like he was a boxing champion. He layed on the forest floor, taking the hits without struggle, watching the horror in Amber's eyes as he began to lose conciousness...

"Hey..." Amber plopped herself down into the sand, blood still on her tattered, green tank top from when she carried him back to camp (with the help of Jack and Sayid). She was still willing to smile at him, which was a plus, he reminded himself. How she had slipped from Sawyer's protective grip, he'd never know.

"Hello," he replied quietly, returning his gaze to the waves. They moved delicately now, high tide ending peacefully. Ben could feel Amber's blue eyes burning large, innocent holes in him.

"Here. Sawyer suggests we let you starve and strand you out in the middle of God-Knows-Where, but I snuck you some water anyway," She reached out to him, holding a canteen, "Because I'm awesome," she added cockily. Ben accepted the water, gratefully, holding it and taking pleasure in how cold it felt in his fingers. Amber watched as he pressed it to his lips, the way she could see the pain he felt as the water rushed against his cut lip. The sun was in his bright, icy eyes as he dropped his head, holding the canteen back out to her.

"Ben, I'm sorry about earlier," Amber placed her hand in the sand, drawing pictures with her index finger. First, she drew a circle, and then a triangle. She started to spell out letters, first an A, then an L, and an E X at the end. Ben watched, silently, as he had been mostly the entire time she was near him. Amber bit the inside of her mouth, right beneath her lower lip out of nervous habit.

"You didn't mean to do it..."

Amber could swear she heard Ben's heart break...

"I did, though...I was the one who said I didn't care about Alex. Actions have consequences, and mine was severe. Punishment must suit the crime," his voice was low, a whisper all of it's own. He looked broken on the outside, the dried blood and battered bruises adding to the effect.

"Sawyer knows...he knows that it was something horrible that happened and he was only using it against you because he was upset. He cares about me. He's made it his responsibility to look after me and my well being. He doesn't understand that Alex was you're daughter, and that her death was something he could never really quite grasp...I loved Alex too, Ben," Amber's voice trembled against the summer breeze, "She was an amazing woman and she was strong and rebellious. She was your daughter, my friend, and it's not. your. fault," Her head fell, eyes glued on her sand drawings. She made more letters and words, some like 'SORRY' or 'BENJAMIN' or 'LOVED'. She wrote 'I TRUST YOU' with a piece of driftwood that had settled by her feet as the waves came near her toes. Ben watched, still silent. He did everything he could to stop himself from screaming or crying or just breaking down. Instead, he turned his head, cautiously watching for any of the Oceanic 815 members who might strangle him, and leaned his head on her shoulder as softly as he could. Amber smiled gently, removing her finger from the sand so she could set her hand on Ben's now relaxed knee.

"I see her everywhere, Amber..."

"I know..."

"I watched her die. I relive that every time I dream," Amber recalled the many nights that Ben woke up, either in a cold sweat or screaming. She soothingly made circles with her thumb against his leg.

"I watched too. It's not something you could ever forget. But you have to remember, she died loving you. I know she did. She told me that. Hours before it ever happened. She told me that you taught her how to be strong..." Ben sunk his teeth into the fragile and still-fresh cut on his lip, letting it bleed once more.

"Ben, right now, I don't care what happens with Richard and the others. All I care about is knowing that you understand that..." Amber reached out, gingerly holding the driftwood. She placed it into the sand, and spelled out the words, 'I LOVE YOU'. Ben looked from the letters and up at Amber. He could see the tears in her eyes as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"If we were brought to this island for a reason, that reason is you," She whispered as the waves slowly trickled up to their ankles, washing away all the forgotten words that they traced in the sand...

And the sun began to set, the first star appearing in the sky resembling Alex...

If you want me to continue it, you have to REVIEW, children! If not, I'll just leave it like this. So you'll never know what happens with Richard and Amber. MWAHAHAHA!