Chapter Two: The New Shannon

Shannon stayed in her tent for the rest of the day, pouting. To her dismay, Boone's picture wasn't next to "jackass" in her newly acquired dictionary.

"But it should be!" she thought angrily "Who does he think he is, ordering me around?"

Shannon pretended to be asleep when Boone came in with some boar meat for her dinner. She distinctly heard him mutter "lazy ass", but she had to resist the urge to kick him, because she was 'asleep'.

Early the next morning, Shannon sneaked out of her tent. As she had expected, Boone was asleep outside her tent, making sure no one went in during the night. Meaning he didn't want Sayid near Shannon at all times.

"Idiot." She mumbled to herself as she stole pass him.

Shannon ran down to the surf, letting the salty spray fly up into her face. She laughed at the pure joy of being somewhere that wasn't a mall or a bar, which where the only places she had ever gone with her "friends" back home.

"What are you laughing about now? Don't tell me you found more dictionaries!"

Shannon didn't have to turn around to know that Sayid was standing a few yards away, watching her splash in the water.

"No, not dictionaries!" she replied cheerfully "I'm just in a good mood this morning."

"I'm glad to hear it." Sayid said, a hint of a smile playing over his lips. "It's good that you aren't angry anymore, because I was hoping that you take a walk with me."

Shannon smiled. Sayid was the only one on the island who thought she was anything other than a pretty face, and she liked that. Him asking her to help translate the crazy woman's maps, if only because no one else could speak French, had made Shannon realize that who she was before didn't work on this island. She liked the new, helpful her and she wanted to let Sayid know it.

"Sure, I'd love to!"

Sayid beamed at her. Taking her hand, the two began to walk down the beach, watching the pink morning sun create dazzling reflections on the water.

AN: Okay, make me happy! R & R:)