Title: The Portrait Of You

Author: DiorNicole

Characters: Sayid, Sawyer, Hurley, Rose & Michael

Pairings: Sayid & Shannon

Rating: PG-13

Words: 596

Disclaimer: Lost is owned by: J.J., Damon Lindelof, Touchstone & ABC. No money being made but after all the work my beta put into this project, I'll own her money.

Spoilers: Season 1 & 2

Notes:

AU (Follows Cannon until "What Kate Did")

Jac Danvers ~ Request 2: Sayid remembering Shannon in some way.

Summary: With the help of friends, Sayid starts to remember Shannon again. (Sayid - Centric)

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Chapter 1 (Sayid POV)

Mystery Frickin' Island ~ Boone Hill: December 24, 2004

The sun has just started to make its way past the clouds, turning the sky different shades of pinks and purples as I make my way to the graveyard. I know I still have another hour or two before the camp starts to come to life. It's been 46 days since Shannon was killed and each day is harder than the last.

I've visited her grave twice a day, sometimes more when the guilt of not protecting her starts weighing me down. Sometimes I can find peace here and other times just a harsh reminder of how greatly I failed. As I make my way up the slight hill right next to the graveyard I notice someone sitting next to Shannon's grave. I'm taken aback because so few visit her grave and certainly none this early in the morning.

I get a little closer and notice Sawyer sitting there. The sight stops me dead in my tracks. He's the last person I expected to see sitting at Shannon's grave. It's just been in the last two weeks that he's been able to finally move around on his own; after being shot on the raft by the others. By the time he returned to our camp, the wound had become infected and Jack wasn't sure if Sawyer was going to survive or not.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me, Captaiin Falfel- there is obviously something on your mind...just say it!" His voice lacks any of its normal sarcasm and just sounds tired.

"How are you doing this morning, Sawyer?" I ask once I'm seated next to him.

Sawyer looks surprise that I would ask about his welfare. "Now, that's not the question you really wanted to ask me, was it Omar?"

"Sawyer, this is not the time or place for us to…"

"I'm real sorry Sayid." Sawyer said with more sincerity than I've ever heard from him. "I just came to pay my respects to Shannon." The lack of nicknames shows me the honesty in his words. "I thought I would be gone by time you got here. Didn't want to over step my boundaries or anything."

"Thank you for coming to pay your respects." Sawyer just rolls his eyes. "I appreciate it. So many have forgotten her."

"You know Omar," It's my turn to roll my eyes. "A lot of jackasses have forgotten Sticks but just as many haven't. I think they feel like it would be intruding coming here."

"If anyone wants to come here they are more than welcomed. I would never do anything to prevent that." I stop talking and really give some thought to what Sawyer said. There have been times when Claire or Rose has tried to talk to me about Shannon and I cut them off. Or when I see them coming in my direction, I avoided them all together. "Maybe you are right."

"Tell me something I don't already know, Omar."

I know he wasn't expecting a reply but I choose to give him one. "I miss her more today than I did yesterday."

We sit quietly looking at Shannon's grave "Sticks didn't deserve to die the way she did." Sawyer stands with a grunt. "And she deserves to be remembered by the person who loves her." And with that he starts walking back towards his tent.

Alone again, I find my thoughts continually going back to Sawyer's last comment. I'll always remember her. My every waking moment, is filled with thoughts of her. How could I ever forget, she die in my arms.

TBC………………………….Enter Lost Music

Merry Christmas Jac Danvers. The second part of your Fic will be up tomorrow. Hope you enjoy.

DiorNicole