Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, or Sayid…sadly.
Summary: Shannon teaches us the 5 Rules of Love. Will only have 4 or 5 chapters.
AN: Thank You! To all that read and review.
Rule 3: When put in a vulnerable position, such as being injured, let him assist you in any way possible, this will make him feel helpful, and like he understands a little part of you, making him wish to have a stronger connection with you. CAUTION: Do not, in any way, make him feel as if he is not helping you (even if he isn't helping you), this will make him feel embarrassed and stupid, there by giving him a bruised ego (something that can be fatal to a man).
Chapter 2
Chop, chop, chop. It has been about an hour since the water incident, and I'm changed and dry. Dice, dice, dice. And, now, I'm chopping and dicing up plants, and herbs and such, while Sun is grinding the pieces into mush. This has become a common routine for us; we have an understanding, forgetting the language barrier.
About a week ago, Sayid and I had finally finished working on Rousseau's papers. We had found anything and everything there was to find, and there was nothing left to do. I had gotten so use to doing something all day long that kept me occupied, that when it was over, I got restless really fast. So I went for a walk down the beach, and to the cave, and back to the beach, and to the cave and… you're probably getting the point. Finally, I found Sun, sitting in the sand, chopping and grinding. I sat down next to her, picked up the knife and started chopping, and we've been doing this routine ever since, I chop, she grinds. In the morning she collects the plants to be chopped and ground, and in the afternoon I come and sit down and chop them up.
We don't talk at all, really, sometimes I talk about things on my mind, like how I have this little crush for Sayid, and how I will get over soon because it's just a crush and stuff, but she just keeps on working. Sometimes, I swear I see a slight smile cross her face for a second when I say something funny, or when I mention my crush. But it's usually a pretty silent process.
It's a little strange, since we don't have many tables and silverware and such from the crash, we use lots of rocks and wood. We don't have a table to use for everything, so I use a large flat rock, which, ironically looks like a table. It's big and rectangle shaped and is raised off the ground because it's on top of two smaller rocks, not too small, each is about half the size of the 'table.' Sun sits about five feet away with a rock that is around the size of both your hands, grinding whatever plant that is into mush. And when she's done, she gets up, puts that rock with mush on it somewhere in the jungle, goes and finds another rock to use and comes back to grind some more.
Anyway back to the present. So I'm chopping and dicing like normal, when Sun says something to me in Korean.
"What?'
She says it again.
"I'm sorry I don't understand what you're saying."
She gets the drift that I don't understand and starts pointing to herself and then to the jungle.
"Oh, you're going into the jungle. I get it." I point to her, then to the jungle, then to myself and make an OK sigh with my hand. She nods her head, and leaves. We have this conversation at least once a day, but for some reason I still don't get the gist of what she's trying to say right away.
I go back to chopping and dicing, but I quickly lose my focus and start to stare off into space, thinking about my crush on Sayid. 'Stupid school girl crush.' I scold myself. 'This is stupid, I need to get over this crush!' I start chopping the plant violently, hoping that maybe it will help me get over him. I am so caught up in demolishing the plant that I don't hear the approaching footsteps.
"You know, I don't think that's the best thing for the plant." I whip around, knife in hand, and point it at the unwanted visitor. "Alright, I take it back, you can do whatever you like to the plant." I relax and lower my hand.
"Don't scare me like that, Sayid! It's not very nice." I pout.
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't trying to scare you." He gives me one of those devilish smiles, with a hint of teasing in it, like he's saying 'ha, ha, I scared you.'
"Oh, shut up." I turn around and go back to chopping, he sits down next to me. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Sarcasm, always the best defense when one is being teased.
"I just came by to see how you occupied your time now that we're not working on Danielle's papers." That's what he says, but what I think is 'Uh huh, right, there's always an ulterior motive with Sayid. Well, maybe not always, but when ever he comes to find me, he always wants me to translate something in French.' But I don't say anything about it.
"Well, here I am, chopping up plants."
"Yes, I can see that." I think he wants me to explain why I'm chopping plants, but I don't. 'Let him ask.' I think.
Chop, chop, chop. A minute or so passes in silence, before he speaks.
"Why are you chopping up plants."
"Because I needed to do something after we had finished up Rousseau's papers." I state.
"I see."
Chop, chop, chop. More silence. He's starring at me. I try to focus on the chopping, but it gets harder and harder the longer he continues to stare at me.
"Shannon." I look up at him, but keep my hands chopping. I don't want to give him my full focus, for fear that I might lose myself completely in his eyes.
Chop, chop, chop. He's not saying anything, just looking at my face. He's leaning in like he's going to kiss me…
"Shit!" I cry. "Damn it all to Hell!" I stand up and start stomping around. Sayid looks frightened.
"Shannon!" He stands up, comes over to me and grabs my shoulders to stop me from moving around. "What's the matter?"
"I cut my thumb." I whine. I had gotten so caught up with looking at Sayid, that I completely forgot that I had a knife in my hand, and when I went to go cut more of the plant, I got my thumb. 'Man does it sting.' Sayid looks like he's going to laugh. I brood. He has fun seeing me hurt myself, first falling in the water, and now this. 'Insensitive jerk.'
I lift my thumb to put the cut in my mouth, hoping that it will make it hurt less, but Sayid pulls my hand away.
"Doing that will just give the cut more germs." He reasons. He brings my hand towards his mouth, leaving a couple inches between his mouth and my hand. He blows a cool breath over the cut, like a parent would to do when a child is hurt. I say nothing, I'm mesmerized by his mouth.
The cut's not to bad, not deep enough to need stitches, but deep enough to bleed. It's not gushing blood, but the blood is slowly dripping down my arm, and it drips a little on Sayid's hand, but he doesn't notices.
"Doing that just gives it more germs, too." I'm referring to what he's doing. I opened my mouth. 'Why? Why? Why would I open my mouth and say that?' Sayid gently drops my hand.
"You are right, come, let's go get it cleaned off and bandaged." He declares. He looks disconcerted.
He turns and starts walking towards the jungle, and I have no alternative but to follow him.
AN: That's chapter number two, number 3's coming along quite nicely. So, it should be up soon! Thanks everyone! Bye!