Disclaimer: Lost is not mine… but one day it will be… but not today…

Title: Heat Wave

Author: Luckily Lost

Ship: Sayid/Shannon

Note: This is my first Lost fic and I'm really excited about writing it!

Chapter One

Taking another moist breath, Shannon wiped her wrist across her forehead as the sun beat down on the islanders. This was the hottest day it had ever been on this nearly deserted chunk of land and no one was doing much of anything but going crazy. Not even Boone could make her feel worthless today.

Stretching out her legs, Shannon could feel the muscles in her calves pulling tighter as she slowly leaned back. Pulling herself up and kicking off her flip flops, she began walking. Her chest hurt today but she didn't tell anyone. She was tired of being put down and thought of as not useful. That was mostly Boone now but Sayid had also thought so. Once at least, whether he did now was unclear to her.

After walking down the beach, breaking into a slow jog, Shannon forced herself to ignore the fact it was growing to be more and more difficult to breathe. Her skin tight, pink spaghetti strap shirt was moist with sweat as her body pressured itself for air.

Stopping and breathing deeply as she leaned against a rock, she touched her chest until she could calm herself and tame the slight heaving that was staining her throat. Running her hand over her bare neck, Shannon closed her eyes only to imagine the dark haired man who had been the only one who had actually realized she was a person, even if it were for a moment only, staring at her with his piercing gaze.

Taking one last deep breath, Shannon opened her eyes and found the same exact gaze staring at her at that very moment. The milky brown ovals looking into her own viperous ones.

"Oh my god!" she jumped back startled.

"I did not mean to frighten you," Sayid told Shannon calmly.

Walking around him, Shannon rolled her eyes and stomped toward the water's edge, her chest feeling heavy however not as painful as it had earlier.

"You should not be so active in such hot weather, Shannon," Sayid called, turning to watch her.

Shaking her head as she kept walking, Shannon glanced over her shoulder and looked at the dark Middle Eastern man with a cocky smile which soon faded. The look she received from Sayid made the hairs on her arm stand.

"What do you care?" she snarled stopping and crossing her arms as her forehead pounded and she felt woozy.

"I know suffocating weather such as this is unhealthy for your asthma," Sayid told Shannon matter-of-factly as he walked toward her, his tan skin glistening in the sunlight.

Turning on him quickly, Shannon couldn't help feed out more attitude. She hated the fact everyone knew she was weak. That she wasn't as strong and dependable as everyone else.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she snapped as she felt the water wrap around her feet. She wasn't going to admit to anyone that when situations grew strenuous and weather so rapidly changed, her chest felt heavier and limbs felt weaker. Turning her back on Sayid, she looked out over the horizon.

"Shannon, do no think I am trying to taunt you or make you feel useless, I am not Boone," Sayid told her assuringly.

Shannon couldn't take it. Turning around abruptly, she stuck out her finger and pointed it at the man in front of her.

"Don't even try to act like you know me!" she yelled as if she were offended. "You are far from understanding my life and who I am!" tears began welling in the blonde's eyes as her entire life seemed to flash before her eyes.

Without even realizing it, Shannon kept going. Her breathing grew heavier, her words sped up and her mind began racing but none of that helped her clogged thoughts.

"Shannon, slow down!" Sayid grabbed her shoulders as her tan chest rose and fell rapidly and the harsh heaving from her lungs began to squeal through her closing throat.

"D-Don't t-t-touch m-me!" Shannon forced Sayid's arms from her shoulders. Tears streaked her face as her head felt as if it were bound to float away.

She'd never felt so sick. Not even when her asthma had grown so bad a week or so ago. She needed to breathe; she needed to get away from Sayid.

Turning again and wading out into deeper water, Shannon could hear and feel Sayid trying to grab her and pull her back. He kept going on about a panic attack but all she could hear were her own cries filling her head. That was all she could hear before she suddenly realized the water above her head, the dark cool glow of the green ocean water above her before she blacked out completely.