Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, or Sayid…sadly.

Summary: Shannon teaches us the 6 Rules of Love.

AN: Thank You! To all that read and review. This was going to be the last chapter, but it's NOT!

Chapter 4

Lesson 5: When a man offers you help, take it. Men have what I like to call the "Knight in Shining Armor Complex" or the "Hero" complex. They like the Damsel in Distress, they like to feel helpful and important.

"Ah… What are you doing?" Hurley.

"Picking fruit." I state. 'What does it look like I'm doing.' I think.

"Why?"

'Why the Hell not?' I bite-back, and say instead "Well, it's been about a month since we crashed, and it's pretty obvious no one is coming to get us, so I decided to start helping out."

"Ok, cool, well, try not to pick too much passion fruit, because we have tons of it back at camp, we don't need anymore. You do know what Passion Fruit is, right?"

"Of course, I know what Passion Fruit is." I answer, but what I mean to say is 'What the Hell is a Passion Fruit?'

"Alright, see ya."

"Yeah, bye," I holler after him, while muttering under my breath, "you Passion Fruit Nazi."

"I heard that!"

"Sorry!" Damn, what, does he have super sensitive hearing or something?

A couple minutes pass in silence, with just me picking fruit and thinking about general stuff. Ok, well, maybe not general-general stuff, but not about anybody in particular… Alright, so I'm thinking about Sayid, big deal. It's not like I'm thinking that I wish that we could be more than just friends or anything, I'm just thinking general stuff, you know, like how much I love his eyes, his smile… his hair, how much I love him.

My hand stops half way to picking a fruit. How much I LOVE him? There must be something in the water, because I can't be in love with Sayid, he's too good for me… and besides I've only know him for a month, love can't grow that fast can it? Somewhere in the back of my brain the word DENIAL keeps repeating itself.

All of a sudden my father's voice echo's in my head. And I remember a conversation that we had when I was about 8 years old, when I had asked him why he was marrying Boone's mom, and he had answered "Because I love her."

"But how do you know it's love?" I had questioned him.

"Well, sweetheart, it's hard to explain, but I fell in love with her at first sight, just like in your fairy tales." And he did love her, even after everything she did, he loved her until he died, maybe he still loves her today, wherever he is.

Yes, but that had been my dad, this is me, and I can't be in love with Sayid. DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL. Sure, I like the way he laughs, and how he sometimes hums while working on math equations…DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL. I like how he seems to actually enjoy spending time with me, and the way his hand feels in mine… DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL. And I like how I smile just thinking about him, and the way he makes me feel… But that's not love, that's a schoolgirl crush, just a schoolgirl crush…

Something in my chest tightens up and I start to have trouble breathing. I have been in love with Sayid since the first time I met him, I've just been to stupid to realize it until now.

"I'm… in love… with… Sayid." I gasp out.

I let out a little laugh, then started laughing a little harder, soon I'm laughing so hard that I need to lean against a tree for support. I can't stop laughing.

'Oh my God, I'm either having a panic attack, or I've finally lost my mind.' I laugh for a full ten minutes before I can check myself.

"Why am I laughing?" I ask the trees, thankfully, they don't answer the question. If they did, I would seriously think there is something wrong with my head.

The metaphorical light bulb turns on in my head, as I realize that I've never been this happy before in my life.

'Why?' I wonder.

'It's Sayid.' The Angel states. They're back, the Angel and Devil.

'I gotta agree with good ol' wings over there.' The Devil declares while jerking his thumb at the Angel. The Angel in return, pulls a face.

'Are you saying that Sayid's the reason why I was laughing like a maniac before?' I bark at the both of them. The Devil rolls his eyes, and the Angel lets out a heavy sigh.

'Yes, knowing you're in love can make people act strangely.'

'Trust me, you don't even want to know what one guy did when he realize that he was in love. Let's just say it had to do with a dog, a water gun and tear gas.' Mumbles the Devil.

'There has to be another reason besides the 'in love' reason.' I glare at both of them.

'Your in love, no other reason besides that.' The Angel says all knowingly. I open my mouth to deny this fact, when they both go POOF! Again.

"Hurley tells me you are picking fruit." I whip around to face the owner of the voice. Sayid, of course. How do I act, how do I ACT? Keep cool, keep cool.

"Yes, I am." My voice comes out cold. He notices, but doesn't say anything about it.

"And he also says that you called him a 'Passion Fruit Nazi.'"

"I did that, also." My voice is still as cold as ice.

"Well, I came to see if I could help."

"What, you hear that I'm doing something productive and think that I don't know what to do?" I'm jumping to conclusions, I know, but how do you act around the man you love?

"Actually, I thought you would be fine picking fruit, until Hurley told me that all the fruit you were picking wasn't ripe, yet." He starts laughing, slowly at first, but soon it becomes full-fledged laughter. He's laughing at me! I don't find this amusing at all, so I glare at him. He sees the glare and stops laughing, with some difficulty though.

"Are you all right? You seem kind of… tense."

"I'm fine." I mumble.

"So, why aren't you chopping up plants with Sun?" There's something teasing in his voice, probably remember what happened last time I held a knife.

"I got restless, I needed to do something different."

"Oh, I see, so you decided to pick fruits that no one could eat?" Is that mockery I hear in his voice?

"Well, I didn't realize that they weren't ripe." I start pouting.

"Don't worry about it. Here I'll show you how to tell if they're ripe or not, and besides, they'll become ripe someday."

Normally I would take his help, but I've already made myself enough of an idiot in front of him for one day.

"No, I don't need your help." I turn around to stalk off, but he starts laughing again. "What's so funny, now?" I had planned to ask this with an air of superiority, but my voice comes out as a whine, which just makes him laugh harder.

He's laughing so hard that he can't talk, but he's pointing to his head and then gesturing to a tree above me. I look above me and see that a vine has gotten caught in my hair. I circle in place trying to untangle myself from it, but surprise, surprise, doing that just gets it more tangled. I start to get dizzy from circling so much, causing me to trip over a root and land on my butt.

"Ow!" I yelp. Sayid sobers up, comes over and bends down next to me.

"Shannon, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." I sound like a wounded dog.

Sayid reaches over and untangles my hair from the vine.

"Thanks." I don't sound nice saying this, it comes out as a growl.

"Come on," he says, while offering me his hand, "let's teach you how to pick fruit properly." Without taking his hand, I stand up.

"No, I don't need your help." I inwardly blanch, when this sentence comes out of my mouth, there's a sense of disgust in my voice. A pained expression crosses his face. The stare of his eyes burn me.

"Shannon, I'm not trying to degrade you by helping you out." He states softly. I know this, but he needs to get away from me. I need to clear my head.

"I don't care what you're trying to do, I don't need your help." I practically yell. I'm so close to tears, I can see the hurt in his eyes and it's killing me. I turn my back to him so he doesn't see the tears.

"Very well, " he says this so softly I almost can't here him, "I will leave you alone." He turns around and starts walking away. But he stops after he walks a couple feet.

"Just don't pick the green colored fruit, those aren't ripe." I thought he was done speaking after this, but he continues, "You know, Shannon, you don't have to push me away just because we're becoming friends."

If he was hoping for a reaction, he doesn't get one, I completely ignore what he says, I don't even acknowledge that he's still there, and go back to picking fruit, expect this time, I'm not picking the green ones.

He turns around and walks back to camp.

Pushing away? I'm not pushing him away; I like to call it keeping him at a distance…

AN: Sorry about the delay, Mid-terms. This was suppose to be the last chapter, but I didn't want to end it just yet…THANK YOU to everybody that reviewed the last chapter! Another chapter coming up!