Sayid smiled as Shannon approached him. "You look wonderful." He said when she was close enough for him to get a good look at her.

She smiled. "You look pretty good too." She teased.

Sayid laughed and slipped his hand into hers. He started to walk, and Shannon followed suit. She looked at the man with a curious look.

"Where are you taking me Sayid?" She asked quietly.

Sayid looked at her. "I don't know. But we're going to walk and talk. We're going to enjoy each others company. And wherever we go, I'm sure we will have a good time."

Shannon nodded and looked out to the sea. The camp was becoming father and father away, and Shannon couldn't help but wonder what was around the rest of the beach. They had only ever really been in the caves and at their part of the beach. Sayid was the only one who had really cared to explore, and he got kidnapped by a crazy French woman. She sighed and looked back to the beach.

Sayid squeezed her hand and looked at her. "Are you scared?"

"Scared?" Shannon asked. "Of what?"

"Of what people think. Of what your brother thinks" He asked.

Shannon looked down to the sand and then out to the sea once more. "I don't know. I don't care what people think of me really. I'm me, and that's all I can be. But when it comes to Boone. I've always wanted to impress him. I feel alone when he doesn't talk to me. When he says things he doesn't mean, I feel likes it's my fault." She stopped and looked straight at the man. "Sayid…It's going to be a while before things can be settled between Boone and I. I don't want you to think that everything will go to being normal." She paused. "Well, as normal as things get for he and I."

Sayid reached out and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "I know." He whispered, pulling her closer to him. She nestled her head into his chest, and they stood like that for a while. Just the two of them, looking out to the magnitude of the ocean. After a while, Shannon's heart felt like it was beating to the same rhythm as his, and she couldn't help but smile. He took her hand once more, and they continued to walk. They were silent, each of them thinking.

Sayid was thinking about the woman walking alongside him. She was different than any other women he had ever been with. She was young. American, and blonde. He couldn't understand what it was that attracted him to her. She was strong in her own sense, but she was nothing like Nadia. Nadia had been strong physically and mentally. She had known what to say at the right time, and she had been an independent person no matter how much she loved him. Shannon was different. She too was strong. She had a quick mind, yet she needed him just as much as he needed her. She masked her hurt and fear with her cold demeanor, but underneath she was scared.

Shannon too was thinking about the differences between she and Sayid. He was older, and mature. He wasn't tall and blonde, and he most certainly didn't have a wallet full of his parents cash. He was smart, and strong, and she couldn't understand what he was doing with her. She looked over to him, and brushed a strand of his wild hair out of his face. He smiled at her, and she returned it. She couldn't imagine what her step mother would think of him. That made her smile even more. Although it gave her peace to know that she wasn't with Sayid just to get back at anyone. What she felt for him was genuine. It was real.

Sayid stopped. "We shouldn't walk to far. We don't want to get lost do we?"

"We've been walking in a straight line." Shannon said with a laugh.

Sayid sat down amongst the sand, and motioned for Shannon to sit with him. She sat, and rested her head against Sayid's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her. Shannon felt good. She felt protected when he was around her.

Sayid smiled. "What do you want for your future?" He asked her.

Shannon brought her head up so that she was looking at him. She sighed and shook her head. "I have no idea. Before we got here, I would have been quite happy to take some money and just go live on a beach somewhere." She laughed. "But tropical beaches aren't all they are cracked up to be. Now…Now I don't know what I want. I think, above all, I just want to be happy."

Sayid nodded. "I agree. Happiness is a good thing. I've spent so long trying to find it."

Shannon frowned. "What do you mean?"

Sayid sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I knew a woman once. Her name was Nadia. We were childhood sweethearts. She used to push me in the mud, and I would throw it at her hair." He laughed. "She was wild and strong. We became separated. I joined the army, and she became part of the opposition." He told her of how she had come, and he had been made to kill her. How she had escaped. By the time Sayid was finished with the story, Shannon had tears running down her face, and Sayid was staring at the sand. Shannon reached up and put a hand on his back. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. Sayid turned to her and smiled. Shannon looked down to the sand.

"Do you think that you could be happy with me?" She asked quietly.

Sayid put his hand under her chin and gently raised her face so that they were eye to eye. He smiled. "I already am happy." He said, bringing her closer to him so that their lips could meet. Shannon smiled.

"Thank you." She said softly.

"For what?" Sayid asked, brushing hair out of her face with the pads of his thumbs.

Shannon smiled. "For everything. For talking to me, and for being here with me." She said. "I think I might be falling for you." She said with a hint of a laugh.

Sayid smiled and put his arm around her waist. "I think I might already have Shannon." He said.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews and such. I have never written a story in my life, and all the positivity from you guys makes me want to keep going. I am almost done with this part of the story, but I have deicded to create a trilogy of storys. The next one will be about 4 years later, and the hardships that Shannon and Sayid have to go through. The third installment will be their rescue, and what life will be like off the island. What do you guys think?