The night was eerily silent. Every night on this godforsaken island was though. You'd have thought Shannon was used to it by now. She wasn't though. Never had been. After years of growing up in the cities of the world, she had come to hate the silence. It reminded her of other silent times. Times where she had been left to it, a ravaged girl in the tangles of adulthood.

Across from her Boone was asleep. He most certainly wouldn't appreciate it if she woke him up to talk to her. He spends all his days in the forest with Locke, and his nights asleep. That is when he didn't have guard duty. Tonight he didn't. Tonight was Sayid's turn. The ever-vigilant soldier. Always watching. Always there. Sometimes, Shannon hated this island. All the time she hated Boone. She never hated Sayid though.

One of her few condolences on this island was Sayid. Their friendship had helped her through the few rough spots they'd encountered on the short month they'd been on this island. She appreciated it, she really did. But sometimes his eyes saw things she'd rather they didn't. They saw when she was tired after a night of nightmares. They saw when she was hungry or thirsty. They saw her hate for Boone, and they questioned. Why would she hate her stepbrother? What had happened? Shannon smiled and let sand sprinkle from her fingers. That was a long story. It was also one she would not relish sharing with anyone else.


(Flashback)

A small blonde sits on the doorstep of a ramshackle trailer. Inside she can hear her father on the phone. He was talking to his new girlfriend. Some rich bitch he'd conned into thinking he was a respectable businessman. Ha! Even Shannon's ten-year-old mind knew a lie when she heard it.

Shannon Rutherford only had her father and she did not want him to marry again. She knew that when her mother had left he'd been heartbroken…about his bank account. How could he be expected to live the life he was accustomed to if the mother of his child had stolen all the money he himself had embezzled from his bank?

But daddy said that he and Shannon would be back into that life soon. This lady was supposed to give it to them.

"Shannon! Get in here and get ready!" Shannon's father's voice boomed out. A large man, Jack Rutherford was intimidating to say the least. It would be easy to imagine him in a boardroom, but that had not been the life destined for him. Shannon's father was a conman.

"I don't want to! I don't want to go to no party! I don't want to meet no rich bitch and her pussy son! I don't want…" Shannon's screams were cut off by the hard smack her father gave her jaw. Flying forward Shannon landed hard on the ground, splitting her knees open on the rocky dirt in front of the house.

"You ain't gonna sass me girl! Now git!" Shannon wiped the small drop of blood from the corner of her mouth and used her tongue to feel her teeth. Yep, he had finally done. Her daddy had gone and knocked out one of her teeth. Thank god it was a baby tooth. "What did I say?"

Shannon rose from the ground and walked to her room. Despite the abysmal surroundings her wardrobe was the best. The better to give the illusion of a semi-wealthy widower with child. Outside her father began to yell. He'd come down and then come and apologize. It was okay. Shannon was used to it.

(End Flashback)


It was no longer silent on the beach. Now people were running around, effectively breaking Shannon from her seeming trance. Across from her Boone rose at the same time Shannon did. Together they began to run where the commotion was coming from. Pushing to the front Shannon got a good view of what was causing all the distress.

Tied to two trees a large boar had been cut open and all it's innards had been spread on the ground. Looking closer Shannon could see that the innards were spelling something. "They're coming."

"Who's coming?" Boone said from Shannon's shoulder. Startled she jumped and almost fell right on top of the boar guts. Thankfully Sayid reached out and grabbed her before that happened.

Keeping his hands on Shannon's waist to steady her, Sayid answered Boone's question. "No one is sure. No one even knows who did this."

Boone glared sullenly at Sayid, who was quesi-holding Shannon. "And where were you? Aren't you supposed to be on guard?"

Sayid smiled a small little smile. "Yes. I was with Jack at my post when this happened. Whoever did it triggered the wire I placed around the perimeter as they were leaving."

Shannon smiled at Sayid over her shoulder. "Did you guys catch him?"

Sayid looked into her eyes and for scant seconds they saw only each other. Then Boone cleared his throat and broke the moment. Shannon glared at Boone, who shrugged as if to say, "What?"

"No, we didn't catch any one. We did find this however." Sayid let go of Shannon and pulled out long string from his pocket. At the end there dangled what appeared to be a small plane. Looking closer Shannon saw that it was indeed a plane.

"Who do you think dropped it?"

Sayid shrugged. "I do not know but Jack has gone to talk to someone he thinks can help."


Okay, so this is my first LOST story. Will continue for many chapters. Just so anyone knows, I have a community called SS Love and I'm looking for staff. All you have to do is submit stories. Anyone interested just tell me and give me your screen name and you can be on my staff.