Day 10:

Hurley was glad that Sawyer had to sit out in the sun most of the day. He didn't trust the guy, nor did he openly express it either. He didn't like to see people hurt except when they deserve it. He gazed out onto the beach and saw Sayid, crippled though he was, dragging a long piece of wood towards his pile that he had already chopped up. Jack had apologized to him the day before and helped him make a better cast for his leg. Luckily, it was broken around his shin and not the thigh so he could still walk without a crutch but he did need to humble himself to use a cane (which Locke had carved out for him).

Hurley made his way over to the Iraqi man, seeing him pitifully try to drag that piece of wood with one hand and a cane in the other. Hurley smiled to him, "Here, let me help you." He said as he easily took the wood in his arms.

"Thank you so much, Hurley!" Sayid praised. "I never knew how difficult it would be to move wood with a broken leg."

"No problem, man." Hurley laughed. "You shouldn't be straining yourself anyway. Didn't Jack tell you to stay off of your leg anyway?"

Sayid limped as he walked; using the cane for more support even though it sank down in the sand a little. "Jack is a good man but I think he might have babied me too much yesterday."

"He felt guilty for what he said after Sawyer attacked you."

"Yes, but I forgive him. He did not mean to say what he said. It is hard being a leader without such cases happening."

Hurley set down the wood next to Sayid's pile and looked back towards Sawyer finding Kate talking with him. She didn't look angry, but sorry and was continually touching his shoulder or chest. Sayid looked in the direction of Hurley's focus and crossed his arms.

"How could she like him so much?" Hurley wondered out loud.

"Why not?" Sayid asked surprising Hurley.

He stared at him and when Sayid gazed back he saw that he was earnest in his question. "Because." Hurley said. "He is mean."

At this, Sayid couldn't help but laugh. He quickly suppressed his giggles as he saw Hurley's confused look. "He is just a man, Hurley. At least he is honest and upfront with what he thinks."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hurley wasn't mad or aggravated; he just thought that maybe this buy was meaning something by his last statement.

Sayid smiled, "I wasn't trying to imply anything." He said.

"Can I ask you a question?" Hurley asked in an embarrassed tone.

"Of course."

"Why are you so happy? Did you get some last night or something?"

They both exchanged laughs and smiled. "I honestly do not know."

Hurley gave the man a pat on the back and walked away, leaving Sayid to lie down against his pile feeling very tired. He again thought about Hurley's question and began wondering why he lied to him. It would have let the poor man down to let him know that all the laughs and smiles were just fronts he put up.

Sayid sighed and closed his eyes. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, no matter how hard he felt Sawyers eyes watching him. Let him watch, he thought, He is just jealous. Yet, as much as he told himself this, he still couldn't believe it.

Day 12:

Sayid watched himself almost as if it was a video game. He had no idea where he had gotten the gun, probably from some luggage he had found during the jungle stroll he just took. He watched Charlie and Sawyer roll onto the ground locked into a fight that would end one of their lives. No one else was there besides Claire, who was sobbing and yelling for Sawyer to get off of Charlie. She obviously didn't want to hurt the baby so she stayed back from them, watching in horror as Sawyer began to beat Charlie in the head over and over again, making him bleed and cough as the blood ran down the man's throat into his lungs.

No one was there to help; no one could stop this chaos, except for Sayid, whom no one seemed to know was even there. He gazed down to the gun in his hand, how familiar it felt between his fingers. For a moment he paused, considering all his other options, but decided he must shoot, to only injure and not kill.

Sayid aimed the gun and shot, erupting the forest with a loud cracking sound. He watched in horror as Charlie became limp under Sawyer. What have I done? He shouted in his mind. Sawyer stood up and looked at Sayid with a very self satisfied grin. Claire was busy looking in awe at Charlie, her best male friend on the island, lying limp among the brush; still like a dead thing.

She turned towards Sayid. "You killed him." She said softly.

He fought for words to say, but he found none. He backed away as she suddenly lunged at him, but Sawyer for some reason contained her, holding her back. She continued her shouts. "Get away from him!" she shouted.

Sayid looked over at his friend on the ground, seeing him with a bleeding chest just lay there. He panicked; he had no clue what to do. How could he face anyone now? He would be killed by the others; burned alive in the wood pile he had chopped up himself. He had made his own coffin.

"He killed him!" Clair screamed.

Sayid sat up suddenly, almost screaming out into the night. He gazed around and sighed. It had only been a dream. He looked to see if he woke anyone else up in the camp and found Charlie, very much alive, sit up next to him, apparently watching over him.

"What is wrong, Sayid?"

Sayid didn't look at him, but seemed to be looking out at nothing as he sat there for a moment, not responding. Just when Charlie was going to ask him again, Sayid lay back down (very slowly) and turned his back towards Charlie. "It was just a dream, Charlie." He replied.

He heard Charlie shuffle around near him and tried to better control his breathing. He took in deep breaths and let them out slowly, trying to calm himself down.

"Just a dream."