Author's Note: Gosh, I found this fan fic rather hard to write. I have never been good at doing suspense or mystery of any kind. I hope the explanation in this chapter kinda make sense. I usually update once a week at the weekend but occasionally I might submit at the weekdays, but this is quite rare-until my holiday finally start.

Morticia Black Rose: I clicked on your biography the other day to see if you had written anything but you haven't! You seem to review quite a lot of stories, but why don't you write one yourself? I'd love to read it.

October Sky: You first review really made me laugh (in the good way).  Wow, I was really amazed that you think this is a good story, I was so worry about this one as I kept on wondering whether everything made slight sense and all that. (I still haven't read your new story- another holiday goal).

7:20pm

Sayid had only took a few steps into the heart of the jungle when he detected another presence. Immediately, he hoisted his rifle and aimed at the right direction, stating very coldly: "Come out and make it quick or I will shoot."

The person who stepped out was the last person Sayid expected to see right now. Her trousers were still patched and torn, her hair falling in masses of tangled webs. Naturally, she was carrying a rifle. Only that she was leaning on it instead of pointing it at him like the last time.

"Danielle, what do you want?" Sayid asked bluntly.

"To help you." The Frenchwoman said sincerely. "Even now your wife is in the cave, waiting for her captors' return with fear and dread despite being armed with a knife. I can not save her by myself, I need you there."

"I must be mad to trust you but what else can I do?" Sayid decided after a minute or two, he knew that he must think carefully but yet on the other hand time was running out. He put his gun down. "Take me to her and tell me, who did this?"

"John Locke, but before we go, drink this." Danielle threw a small vial to Sayid, reflexively he caught it.

"What is it?"

"You must drink it Sayid, Locke has tampered with your food in order for his plan to carry out. Affected by the drug- made by a unique herb on this island you will fall into his plans, unless you drink my antidote. Trust me Sayid, also you have experienced with this drug before."

"I will trust you, even though you used this drug to torture me." Sayid said grimly, drinking the small vial down.

Danielle nodded and led Sayid away from the main path, she took him into a secret route that Sayid had never knew of its existence, for the trees concealed the space of the path's tiny clearings.

"I had been spying on John Locke after I helped your wife to loosen her bond. He wants you to be on his side, and he will gain it by killing your wife." Danielle explained to Sayid.

Sayid openly cringed, and he tightened his hold on his weapon. "Harming the one I love will hardly be a wise strategy."

"But he will not be the one that killed her. By giving you that drug you will see hallucinations and lose all your self-control- you should still remember. Locke will find you and lead you to that cave where you wife is. You will see Sawyer stabbing her to death and then you will probably pass out. When you wake up you will be at the caves with your companions and Locke is the hero that saved you and captured Sawyer."

"And I will lose what friends I have by my desire of killing the man who murdered my wife. Even the most understanding friend will not be able to forgive me for killing a man in cold blood." Sayid realized. "But Locke would support me…"

(Blank)

Meanwhile, Sawyer found himself being closely watched and guarded by both Locke and Boone. He was defiantly maddened with the whole world as everyone apart from Sayid assumed that he was Minta's captor.

He was set up, but why would they do this? It was true that he was not the most popular personage on the island but why would anyone kidnap Minta just to frame him?

Even if he announced his true feelings for Minta they might still believe that he was making it up to wriggle out of the situation, even worse they might think he was hurting her because of this. But the real reason that prevented him was the fact that he didn't want either Sayid or Minta to know about the truth, that he did love her with more then the original brotherly affection he had.

"For the last time, I did not kidnap her!" Sawyer snarled. "I don't even know where she is!"

"Of course you didn't." Locke said very easily, causing the other man to stumble. "But I am afraid that you will have to be the one that did it."

"What are you talking about, YOU PSYCHO!" Sawyer yelled.

"You being Sayid's friend is threatening my plans to collapse due to your eager wish of departing. So I figure the only way to stop this is to let you be Minta's killer."

"YOU CRAZY RETARD!" Sawyer continued cursing as he slowly got up. "YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND!"

Locke nodded briefly, the signal for Boone to smash the club down for the second time of the day. Sawyer was immediately unconscious, sprawling onto the ground as Sayid did.

"This seems to be all I do." Boone complained as he and Locke lifted the body up. "Sneaking behind with a club."

"I would let you do the vital task of killing Minta if there is no worry of you not being able to do it." Locke explained patiently again.

"Why wouldn't I be able to kill her? I hate her. If it isn't for her…" Boone whispered brokenly. "My sister will still be alive. I hate him too, for letting Shannon die in front of him.

Flashback

Since the plane first crashed, everyone was in a state of panic. Sayid had been trying to dug his wife out of the wreckage that surrounded her. her ragged breathings warned him the possibility of her getting an asthmatic attack.

"Minta, I will get you out of there, I promise!" Sayid yelled as he literally tore the scrap metal with his bare fingers.

The very end of the wreckage hissed softly, slowly lighting up with the faintest whisper of fire. Knowing that time was running out Sayid openly cried out a prayer, throwing himself onto the pile of stubborn metal.

A few steps away Boone was there with his sister lying very still in front of him. After his vain attempt of CPR, the man turned to the nearest man in his sight: Sayid.

"You have to save her." Boone pleaded.

Sayid angrily shook off the man's grasp and continued his task of breaking the metal prison.

Minutes later, the thatch was finally wrung apart. Crouching in, Sayid took his wife's arm and hurled her out. She was so pale with fright that she didn't protest at being held by him at all. Her face was caked with ashes while her hair was completely disarrayed, but she was alive.

Sayid folded his arms around his wife and thanked God with all of his heart.

Boone was not so lucky.

He shook Shannon one last time, even though he knew that she was dead. Turning around he saw the man who might have saved his sister. The man was now embracing another woman, clearly the woman who was living on Shannon's life.

Author's Note: Jeez, I sound like I'm a Shannon-hater, but I'm not. As I said before, I actually really like how Shannon and Sayid got together. I even think Sayid might love Shannon more then he loved Nadia. But that's not the point: the point is this is what happened to Shannon in my story, before I only intended her to just be a none important, rarely appearing character as Minta is kind of replacing her role, but not fully. Then I choose to kill her off due to the plot's necessity. Shannon fans please don't' hate me.

It sounds pretty unreasonable for Boone to blame Sayid and Minta for this but I guess it does make sense, you want to blame someone due to the what if possibility.