Shannon: The Untold Story

Alternate Ending: Takes place at the end of Lost, Abandoned, Episode 2.06

Rating: PG

Author: Haven Marie

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Lost. They are the property of JJ Abrams, Damon Lindelof, ABC and … you know the drill. ;)

Author's Note: As much as I love watching Lost, I was deeply disappointed by all the loose ends Shannon's story left untied. So many aspects of her life never came into light: What happened to her husband and marriage, her relationship with her father, what inspired her, her early childhood and strained relationship with Boone? On the other hand, she will always be a bit of an intrigue this way. I just find Shannon to be so interesting and sympathetic that I wanted to attempt to do her a bit more justice and let her tell her story. It's a bit romantic and dramatic, in true Shannon style. (It also features Sayid, as he was the only character who seemed to have a similar understanding of her, and a bit of Jack.)

I've never written this type of story before, so thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

Part I. Lost

Sayid gathered her cold, limp body carefully and lovingly into his arms, touching the side of her face gently in that now familiar gesture. Only this time he knew it was different. This time it was meant only to bring comfort to himself; Shannon no longer needed him. Slowly, feeling dead and heavy himself, he lifted her and began walking toward the beach.

He would not think about what had passed between them only moments before, the moment of connection and understanding that he had craved since that day long ago. Her smile had been solely for him and later that night she had sought him out and sang to him in her lovely haunting voice. He would not think of the moment she escaped from his arms and ran headlong into the jungle. The single moment that had cost Shannon her life, and both of them their new life together. And all of their hopes and expectations went along with it.

He would simply continue moving, not thinking, not remembering, and most importantly, not feeling, and he would carry her toward the home he had built for the last time.

He was distantly aware of passing Jack at some point, accompanied by the imposing dark stranger who had attacked him earlier, but he said nothing. He then shifted Shannon slightly in his arms, nuzzling her cheek against his own.

Her weight shifted again, but this time, Sayid wasn't aware of moving her. He startled for only a moment before turning back and calling out Jack's name, in a voice harsh and wavering that he didn't recognize as his own. "Help her, please!"

Jack ran up quickly, reaching for the woman, whose dangling left hand was twitching slightly. "Give her to me! Run back to the caves, get my black bag, alcohol, any supplies nearby, and bring them to the hatch! Go!"

Shannon moaned faintly as Sayid transferred her into the doctor's capable arms. He winced at her vocalization of pain, and with one reluctant glance back, took off at full speed.