a/n: Omigosh. I have not updated so long on this! Sorry, sorry, sorry, and many more sorries ('y' becomes 'ies' when plural, even though I don't think 'sorries' is a word)! Anyway, please keep up with the reviews, I love them.

And this will have a different ending than "The Greater Good." Though similar, but still quite different.

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Chapter Five

The Search Begins

Michael blinked. "Kill someone?"

Kate shook her head, heaving a sigh. "We don't know that for sure."

"What part of that do you not understand Kate?" Jack shouted, his eyes bulging as a vein throbbed in his temple. "She thinks John killed her brother! And really, I don't blame her! But what we have- in this place, there isn't any law. She won't arrest him. She won't take him to court. No, here, she'll kill him."

"She?" Michael cocked one eyebrow higher than the other. "I thought we were talking about Sawyer."

"Dad, they're not going to kill Mr. Locke?" Walt's voice held poorly disguised fear.

"Don't worry, Walt; no one's trying to kill anyone. These two are just being paranoid. Jack, no one has the time for these kinds of thoughts. I have enough to worry about with the raft as it is."

Kate took Jack's hand, pulling him away from the group without so much as a glance back. "Jack, what's going on."

"What's going on?" His eyes widened threateningly. "What's going on? Shannon is out to kill him, Kate."

She drew in a deep breath, her arms tensing in frustration. "Out to kill who, Jack?"

Jack shook his head, looking away for a moment. "She wants to kill Locke."

"And what do you think Sawyer has to do with this?" Kate rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. "You can't possibly think that she would enlist him to help her, or that he would willingly agree."

"If she promised to give him something."

Her eyes wandered toward the sky. "And what do you think she would possibly give to him that would make him agree to go after John?"

Jack cocked his head to the side, one hand on the back of his neck as his eyes trailed off toward the jungle suggestively.

"That's ridiculous," Kate scoffed. "That's insane. What would even make you think that?"

"It doesn't really matter what made him go; only what they plan to do now."

She heaved a sigh, shaking her hear head. "All right. Still, before we do anything drastic, I say we check the suitcase again."

Jack nodded. "Fine with me."

(Space)

Shannon cursed under her breath, one hand on her thigh.

Sawyer turned his head to look at her. "You okay?"

"It's nothing." She drew in a sharp breath, putting her weight on the other leg. "I think I just might have pulled a muscle...or something."

"'Just might have pulled a muscle or something'," he muttered under his breath. "Can you walk on it?"

"Yes." She ran a hand over her face, taking a drink from her bottle of water. "Yeah, I can."

"Then come on. It won't be long until they figure out we've gotten into the case."

She glanced up at him, brushing away the trickle of sweat running down her nose.

"I'm home."

There was no answer, except the distant sound of TV laughter. She pulled off her jacket, stumbling and knocking her shoulder against the wall. She slid to the floor, pulling off her boots and taking a deep breath. Marcey and her boyfriend, Kyle, had picked her up and driven her home. She was thankful for that. All she needed was a dent in her car, and a night in jail for underage drinking.

She went into the kitchen, somehow not surprised to see a small note on the island. She leaned against the surface, supporting herself with her elbows (something that drove Sabrina insane) as she read.

Dan has over-night conference in L.A. I went to 42-hour spa. Curfew; 10:00 pm.

-Sabrina

She rolled her eyes, crumpling the piece of paper in her fist. Whatever. Sabrina could post sticky notes all over the house for all she cared. It didn't mean a thing to her.

She was almost glad that both of her parents were gone. The house seemed quieter, much more peaceful. Sabrina was like a hurricane, whipping through rooms and bringing chaos and frustration along with her tense manner. Her dad, on the other hand, did nothing but sit around, read the paper, watch the news, and perhaps check stocks on the internet at the appropriate time.

He was never with them, really.

She walked as quietly as she could through the hallway, hoping to avoid whoever was watching TV in the living room. Unfortunately, she didn't.

"Hey. You're home past curfew."

Shannon glared at Boone. "So what?"

"Where were you?"

"Where I go and what I do is none of your business." She pitted on her heel, but he stopped her once again.

"This is really good," he called over, flipping through a binder as she turned. "I never knew you could write."

Shannon's heart skipped a beat. "Give me that."

He ignored her. "You have real talent. They really should let you go to that thing in New York."

"Give me that," she repeated, stomping over to him.

"Maybe you should send it in for publishing-"

She lunged at him, wrestling it from his grip and holding it next to her chest. Her eyes narrowed. "Do not go through my stuff again."

"I didn't have to go through your stuff, princess; you left it sitting right here." He gestured toward the coffee table. "Really, though, you're pretty good."

She glanced at it before turning on him. "Stop making fun of me, all right?"

"I'm not making fun of you."

"Everyone knows I'm a complete ditz!"

He stood. "Maybe if you didn't act stupid all the time people wouldn't think you were!"

"You're always making fun of me," she continued. "You never say anything nice-"

"I just complimented you about a thousand times! What more do you want Shannon?"

She stormed away from him without a reply.

'What more do you want Shannon?'

What more did she want?

Shannon stumbled forward, her face contorting as burning pain shot through her leg. She forced the grimace down with a hard swallow, brushing angrily at the tears that were falling from her eyes for some strange reason. The heat and mugginess was almost unbearable. She breathed heavily, feeling like the thick air soaked up the oxygen like a sponge soaked up water. She cursed under her breath.

Where was he? She paused to look over her shoulder, disappointed to see that Locke wasn't there. Her strength was slowly diminishing, and she was left only with her fierce anger. She forced herself to move forward, each step feeling like an effort.

It was almost impossible to think that yesterday she had been the happiest girl on earth.

She felt her shoulders relax as she thought of Sayid and his kind, caring, unfathomable eyes. She already regretted saying the things she had said to him that day. She had hurt him when he didn't deserve it. He thought she blamed him for Boone's death.

'It's not you, Sayid,' she thought to herself grimly. 'It's John Locke.'

She didn't think it was an accident. How could something like that be an accident? She remembered her last sight of Boone's body with disgust. The only thing Locke was capable of was lying. Lies, lies, lies; it was the only thing he ever told.

She looked up at the dark clouds coming toward them, reflecting the storminess in her heart.

It looked like it would rain.

TBC...

a/n: Please review for this one! Again, I'm so sorry it took me forever to update. I'll update more frequently now.

Who liked the finale? I was so upset when Walt got kidnapped; he's one of my favs!