Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, or Sayid…sadly.
Summary: Shannon teaches us the 6 Rules of Love. COMPLETE.
AN: Thank You! To all that read and review.
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Rule 6: If you find that you have strong feelings for a man, do not try to push him away, you want the man to return your feelings, and being bitch won't make him do that. Be cool, confident, hip.
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Hurley, where the hell is Hurley, dammit? Not at the beach. Not at the caves. Where the hell else is there to go on this god-forsaken spit of land?
Oh, no, he's at the golf course. Why? Why? Why do men like golfing so much, it is so boring. I wonder if Sayid golfs? No, no, we're not thinking about him.
I don't want to hike all the way up there with all this fruit, just so I can ask the Passion Fruit Nazi where to put it all.
'Grrrrrr, fine you know what?' I bitch, 'I'll just leave all this friggin' fruit here at the caves, it's not my fault he's not here to ask where to put the stuff.' I throw the bag of fruit down by a rock, and turn around to stalk off.
"You know, we don't usually leave the fruit there."
'Oh, shut up Sayid, I don't want to talk to you right now, I'm mad at you, I just HAD to fall in love with you and make everything complicated. So, leave me alone.' I grumble inside my head.
"I know you don't leave the fruit there," I bite out, "I'm going to find Hurley to ask him where to put it." Be nice, Shannon, be nice.
"He's at the golf course." Thank you smart-ass Sayid.
"I figured as much." Be nice.
"Well, do you realize that you're going in the wrong direction?" Shit, of course I'm going in the wrong direction, I was headed towards the beach before he showed up. Quick, think of something smart to say.
"No, I'm not." I said smart, dammit, not childish!
"Yes, you are." He's smiling, because he knows he's right.
"No, I'm not." I'm pouting.
"If you take the path that you're taking it, it will lead you to the beach, and to get to the golf course from the beach you have to come back here. So you would just do twice as much walking to get to the same point," he says all of the while pointing in random directions.
"…" I can't think of anything to say, because he's right, of course. I need to say something; he's looking at me like I've lost my brain.
"Nuh-uh." I meant to say something smart, dammit!
"So, you think your ways quicker?"
"Yeah-huh." I should just stop fighting the stupidity that is me.
"You want to prove that?" I'm walking into a trap, I know it. "You take your way, to the beach and back and then to the golf course, and I'll take my path, JUST to the golf course." I'm getting the slightest hint of mockery in his voice. "Who ever gets there first wins."
"What do I get if I win?"
"You decide." He knows I'm not going to win, I know I'm not going to win.
"What do you get if you win?"
"What do you think I should get?" Oh, he's just being sneaky, trying to rub it in my face.
"Um… how about I fetch your water for a week?"
"No, we saw what happened last time you tried to get water."
"That was an accident!"
"Still." His eyes have this teasing twinkle in them, like he's having fun watching me squirm.
"How about I pick your fruit for the week?"
"That's no good either, I like having fruit that I can eat." Oh, now that's just mean.
"Thanks for the confidence." He flashes me this tantalizing smile.
"Any time." Oh,he doesn't know how lucky he is, if I wasn't in love with him, I'd slap him.
"I could cut up some seasonings for your fish or boar."
"What, and get them all bloody from when you cut off your finger?" Now that's just hitting below the belt.
"That was a one time accident."
"Yes, but it could happen again." I think he's trying to be wise. But to me, he's just being a smart-ass. Which means the same thing, but mine just sounds meaner.
"Well then, what do you want if you win?"
"I'll tell you after I win." Talk about cryptic. Weirdo.
"If you win." I flash him a smile that says something along the lines of 'You don't scare me.' I know he's going to win, but I still have to act confident that I'm going to win.
"Alright then, I'll see you soon." And he takes off in the direction of the golf course.
"Hey, no fair, head start!" I yell after him, but start running towards the beach.
Halfway there I stop, realizing that I'm running for no reason, I know that I'm not going to get there first, so why am I trying?' I know that I can't beat him, so, I turn around and run back to the caves. When I get back to the caves, he's standing there, chugging water from a water bottle. He's a fast runner if he got there and back again before I did, when I cheated.
"Oh, you're back sooner than I expected." He comments.
"Yeah, well, I'm a fast runner." I'm breathing heavily.
"Really, or did you just turn around halfway there and come back?" My face reddens when I'm caught red handing cheating.
"Yeah, well, that was an unfair race." My breathing isn't calming down. Sayid looks worried.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have race, I should have realized that your asthma would act up, why don't we sit down." He puts his hand on the small of my back and starts to lead me over to a rock to sit on.
"No, it's fine, my asthma only gets real bad when I panic, it will pass in a little bit."
"But still-" Sayid tries to object, but I interrupt.
"Sayid, trust me, I know what I'm doing," He still looks worried. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go ask Hurley a question." I turn around and start walking towards the golf course, hoping that he'll stay at the caves and let me continue on pushing him away. But, of course, he's a man, and men never do what you want them to do.
"I'll walk with you." I can't do anything but mumble a small 'ok' and start walking towards the golf course with him.
Silence. To the untrained eye, the silence may seem comfortable, relaxed even, but for me, the silence gives me time to think and panic, 'Should I tell him, should I tell him that I'm in love?' 'I'll tell him if the moment's right.' I think to calm myself. I need to break the silence; otherwise I might do something stupid, like admit my feelings.
"Do you golf?" Right, like that wasn't stupid. Sayid jumps a little at my question, like he was lost in his own train of thought.
"I'm sorry?"
"Do you golf?" I say it slower this time, pausing for a second in between each word. Sayid seems to smile at the fact that I'm treating him like an idiot. Weird.
"I'm not stupid, Shannon."
"Really, you could have fooled me." I tease, and flash him my most wise-ass smile. Sayid laughs a little, and we go back to silence.
"No." I jump at the sound of his voice this time. 'No? No what?' I am so confused.
"What?" I question.
"No, I don't golf." This time, he's treating me like the idiot, saying each and every word slowly and overly pronouncing them.
I move to push him into a nearby tree for teasing me, but he's quicker than that, and he moves out of my way, which causes me to start falling, I make a grab for the closest thing to keep me from falling, which just happens to be Sayid. I grab his shirt, but I catch him off guard, and he falls with me. He lands on his side, while I've landed on my ass (go figure). But we're both laughing, so, I don't think he caught the embarrassing concept of me falling on my ass.
I'm forgetting to push him away.
After a minute or two the laughing stops. Our eyes connect, and I get the over-whelming urge to say 'I Love You.' Is this it? Is this the moment? I open my mouth to say something, I don't know what. Sayid picks this moment to look down.
"You're bleeding." Ok, so, that apparently was not the moment.
"What?"
"Your leg, it's bleeding."
'Of course it's bleeding.' I look at my leg, it's just a little scrap, hardly any blood, and it doesn't even hurt. "It's just a scrap, Sayid, nothing to worry about." I stand up and continue walking toward the golf course. I'm pushing him away again. Sayid seems to sense my change in mood, because he shuts up about the leg.
We're walking in silence once again. It's driving me insane. So, in exchange for silence, I start humming. It's a tune I can't place, but I know, I know it from somewhere. I pick up a stick and start swinging it around to keep my mind occupied.
"What's that?" Me, in all my stupidity mistake the direction of Sayid's question.
"It's called a stick, Sayid, it comes from the trees. You know, those big things with leaves." He smiles a little at my smart-ass response.
"No, what is that tune that you were humming?" Ah, now the question makes more sense.
"Oh, the tune… um…" we have reach the edge of the golf course by now, why'd I need to talk to Hurley again? "It's called…" Hurley's swinging a golf club, we stop short of the course so as not to get hit, "…um…" Sayid's facing me now, God, I love his eyes, "the tune is called…" I have an idea, maybe I can tell him I love him, without actually telling him. I turn myself to completely face him, and I look into his eyes, "'It Had To Be You.'" Do you think Sayid's smart enough to realize that maybe I'm talking about him?
"How does it go?" Nope, I don't think he realizes that I'm talking about him. To sing, or not to sing. I'll sing.
"Why do I do, just as you say" I'm trying to send a message to Sayid through my eyes, but I don't think he understands. "Why must I just, give you your way," maybe I'm not good at saying something with my eyes. "Why do I sigh, why don't I try - to forget" or maybe Sayid just can't read eyes. That's it, Sayid's just to stupid.
"Fore!" I look up to see this golf ball flying towards us.
"Ahhh!" I throw my hands over my head and crouch to the ground. I don't think Sayid even flinched. The golf ball lands about a foot away from me. I pick it up and shake my fist.
"What are you trying to do? Kill me!" I scream at Hurley. He and two other guys are laughing.
"Sor- ha ha -ry!" Hurley waves his hand in the air and then gives high fives to the two other guys. Sayid takes the golf ball out of my hand and throws it towards Hurley, but his aim isn't all that great.
"Scott! Steve! Watch out!" Sayid yells. Who the Hell are Scott and Steve?
Is it me, or am I the only one not amused by the fact that a Kamikaze golf ball just tried to kill me? Even Sayid's laughing!
'Grrr. Fine, I don't have to take this abuse.' Yes, I know I'm being unreasonable, but I've had it just about up to here with all the embarrassing things that have happened to me in one day! And all in front of Sayid, of course!
I turn around and start walking back to camp.
"Hey," Sayid yells after me, "don't you have to ask Hurley a question?"
"Ask him yourself!" I don't even look back as I yell this.
After stomping at high speed for a minute, I slow down, and just breath.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' I ask myself. 'I need to find a cliff to walk off of or something, because this is just ridiculous, I must be going insane!' All of a sudden, I get hit in the head (metaphorically) with a little tiny detail that I forgot.
I turn around, and stomp my way through the jungle, back to the golf course to ask Sayid about that little tiny detail. But I meet Sayid half way there, coming back from the golf course.
"There you are, why'd you walk away so suddenly?" For some reason Sayid actually sounds worried, like something would have happened to me, being out here in the jungle, alone.
"Why do you care? Thought I'd get eaten by a polar bear?" I'm joking, but Sayid doesn't seem to think it's funny.
"That's not something you should joke about, Shannon, you could get seriously injured being out here by yourself, anybody could get seriously injured."
"What? And having Kamikaze golf balls being thrown at you, no that's not dangerous at all." The sarcasm is dripping from my voice. "Don't worry, I think I've had my share of bad luck for one day, so I don't think I'll be seeing any polar bears any time soon. Besides, you can't avoid the polar bears, you can avoid the Kamikaze golf balls, though." Sayid smiles a little, but doesn't let me off that easily.
"It doesn't matter, Shannon, you still shouldn't be so careless."
"Thanks for the support, Sayid." I was about to turn around and walk away from him, when I remember the question I needed to ask him.
"I'm not trying to treat you like a child, we all need to be less careless." Sayid offers.
"Tell you what, Sayid, the day you start being more careful, is the day that I'll start being more careful, also." That might not have been the best thing to say, it shows that I care for what he does. Dammit. So much for pushing him away.
"Alright, I promise to be more careful." Sayid chuckles a little.
"Good, me too." Even though I don't really mean it. We start heading back to camp and are silent for a minute. "You lied to me." Now I can ask him.
"Lied to you about what?"
"Well, you didn't exactly lie to me, but you didn't tell me, either." I'm trying to be cryptic, just to drive him insane.
"Oh really, and what, pray-tell, did I not tell you?"
"That you knew where to put the fruit."
"Well, you never asked."
"Still, you made me race, and then walk all this way, when you knew from the beginning where I needed to put it. Why?" Sayid's silent for a moment.
"You never finished your song."
"Don't change the subject, Sayid. Why'd you make me do all that walking?"
"Why don't you finish your song." Now this is just getting childish.
"How 'bout you tell me why, and then I'll finish my song."
"I won the race."
"Yeah, so?"
"So, I get to pick something I want, and I want you to finish your song." Why can't he just answer the question?
"No, I'm not going to finish the song 'til you answer the question."
"But that's not following the rules." Sayid seems desperate not to answer the question.
"What do I care about the rules."
"Please, Shannon, just finish the song." His eyes are pleading with me to agree.
"Fine. I'll finish the song."
"Thank you." I turn my eyes on him and start singing.
"It must have been, that something lovers call fate, kept me saying: "I have to wait."" I'm silently telling him the feelings that I hope beyond hope he returns. "I saw them all, just couldn't fall - 'til we met" I stop singing.
"Why'd you stop?" He seems disappointed.
"I want you to tell me why we had to walk all the way to the golf course, when you knew what to do." Sayid's mood alters as I try again to get an answer.
"Shannon, I thought we had a deal."
"Yes, well, I want answers."
"Shannon, it's not important."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
Sayid stutters for a while before saying, "Fine, I'll tell you a bit, but then you have to finish the song."
"Fine, I can handle a little bit of information."
"I… just…" he can't seem to find the right wording, "I wanted to… talk to you."
"About what?"
"Why you seem to be pushing me away all of a sudden. Did Hurley say something about me that made you feel differently towards me back in the jungle?"
"No, Hurley didn't say anything. What would he say that would make me act differently towards you?"
"It doesn't matter, Hurley has a big mouth, that's all."
"Oh."
"If Hurley didn't say anything, then why are you pushing me away?" Wait a minute, not fair, this was suppose to be an interrogation of Sayid, not Shannon, how'd the roles switch so fast?
"So, you're saying that you made me do all that work, just so you could talk to me? How very selfish of you Sayid." I razz him. But Sayid now won't let his question drop.
"Why, Shannon?"
"Do you want me to finish the song?" I'm desperate for anything to distract him. Where are the polar bears when you need them?
"I want you to answer the question."
"You're gonna have to pick, because you can't have both."
"Just answer the question."
"Oh, look! A polar bear!" I point to something above his head and make a faux face of horror.
Sayid barely acknowledges that fact that I just claimed a polar bear was behind him.
"Why?"
"You know, someday, there might actually be a polar bear behind you, and if you don't listen, you're gonna get eaten."
"Why, Shannon?" Sayid reaches out to grab my arm, to try and make me stop walking, but I dodge out of the way, and keep walking.
"Shannon," I think his voice is close to coming out as a growl.
'Stop fighting it, and face the music.' I insist to myself. So, I start singing.
"It had to be you, it had to be you," next to me, Sayid's claiming that he ask for an answer, not a song. "I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who-"
"Shannon, just answer the question!"
"Could make me be true, and could make me be blue, and even be glad, just to be sad - thinking of you." Sayid grabs my arm, and whips me around to face him.
"Answer the question, Shannon!"
"I am, Sayid."
"No, you're not, you're singing a song!" Man, is he frustrated.
"Are you listening to the song, Sayid?" I am so nervous, I can't go back, now, I'm admitting my feelings.
Sayid stops and thinks for a second. My heartbeat pounds in my chest as I wait for him to put the pieces together.
He's quiet; maybe he really is stupid. I start singing the last of the song under my breath.
"Some others I've seen, might never be mean, might never be cross, or try to be boss," Sayid looks down to the ground, thinking. "But they wouldn't do," he raises his eyes to my face, "for nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love you still," disbelief flashes across his eyes, I try to send him a message with my eyes, "it had to be you, wonderful you." A small smile starts to show as I sing the last line, "it had to be you."
We're both quiet for a minute before Sayid takes my hand and speaks up.
"Ah, so, that's why you were pushing me away. I don't quite understand, but if it makes you feel any better, I thought you were being mean, because Hurley had told you that I had feelings for you, and you didn't return those feelings."
"Actually, you're right, I'm not in love with you," I'm saying this with a smile, so Sayid isn't taking me seriously, "I'm just enamored, attached, lovesick, hooked, enraptured, bewitched, infatuated, keen." I take his other hand in mine, " Or in other words, I'm nuts about you."
"I'm glad to hear it." Sayid leans in to kiss me, I lean forward, also.
"Aww, stop being so lovey-dovey already." Hurley. Damn, why don't those Kamikaze golf balls ever try to hit him?
Sayid pulls away to give Hurley a look, while I yell, "Go to Hell, Hurley!" Sayid and I lean in, to try this kissing thing again.
"Hey Sayid." It's those other two, Scott and Steve. Sayid groans a little as he turns he head to face them.
"Hey Scott, hey Steve." Who the Hell are Scott and Steve? I turn my head to look at them, also.
"Who the Hell are you guys?" I ask.
"Well, I'm Scott…" one guy says.
"…And I'm Steve." The other one says.
"Right…" that doesn't really help me all that much.
"Don't let us bother you, we're just going back to camp, Steve here, just beat both of us for some reading material." Hurley says as he, Scott, and Steve head down the path, walking passed us and out of sight.
Sayid and I lean forward to try this kissing thing one last time. This time there are no interruptions, and we share our first kiss. It's a wonderful kiss, unlike any thing I have ever experienced, Sayid seems to feel the same way, because when we pull back, he has the biggest and brightest smile I have ever seen plastered on his face. I can't help but laugh at it.
Sayid takes my hand, intertwining my fingers with his says, "shall we?" and he points down the path.
"Yes, we shall." And we start walking back to camp.
When we get there, Jack, Kate, Hurley, Walt (with Vincent), Charlie, and Sun are sitting around whispering about something. When they see Sayid and me, they break into loud applause, even Sun, who doesn't understand English seems to know that Sayid and I are finally together, Vincent lets out a couple barks of joy, also.
"Finally, we've been waiting for you guys to get together forever. Now, we can have a reason to party." Charlie declares. I can't help but giggle.
Sayid and I sit down and join the circle, we spend the rest of the day talking and joking, and I never once let go of Sayid's hand.
At nighttime, when everyone's headed to bed, Sayid leans in for a goodnight kiss. I give him my cheek.
"What was that for?" Sayid laughs.
"I've had a very hard day, and you made me walk all over the island, just to get to the golf course, you don't deserve a kiss." I tease.
"That's true, but I bandaged up your hand."
"So? It was just a cut."
"And I put your fruit in the right place."
"What? You lie."
"No, I don't. When you thought I was running towards the golf course, I really just ran out of sight and then came back, and put the fruit in the right place."
I hit him on the shoulder.
"You cheater."
"Cheater I may be, but I won you, so obviously I'm doing something right."
"You didn't win me. I chose to fall in love with you."
"Exactly, now, give me a kiss."
"No, you'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow." I turn around and start walking towards my "sleeping quarters."
"But what if I die before tomorrow?" Sayid calls after me.
"You'll just have to make sure you don't."
"I don't think so." Sayid runs over to me, grabs my arms, holding them so I can't push him away (not that I would try), smiles a little, and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. "See, I knew you couldn't resist my charms." I elbow him a little in the rib cage, even though it doesn't seem to faze him.
"What charm?" I tantalize. I turn back around and head towards my "sleeping quarters," this time Sayid doesn't follow, instead he heads towards his own bed. But I can hear him humming a tune, and I look behind me just in time to see him do a little skip step. I start singing along to his humming.
"It had to be you,
It had to be you
I wandered around,
And finally found –
The somebody who
Could make me be true,
Could make me be blue"
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Epilogue
These are the 6 Rules to Love; I cannot help you beyond the advice that has been given to you in these last five chapters.
Rule 1: Follow each rule! Following each rule is vital in your journey to getting the man you want.
Amendment 1 (This is an amendment to Rule 1): Do whatever the Hell you like, just don't follow to the Rules anymore, they bring you no good.
AN: It's over, so sad, tear. Well, I hope everyone liked it, I know I enjoyed writing it! A great, big THANK YOU to all that reviewed, I can't tell you how happy each and every one made me, and I can't thank you all enough. THANK YOU!