I know hurley is a bit.. stereotypical, its just I really like the word dude!
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Sayid looked over at the sound of Shannon and Charlie arguing. Then watched as Charlie threw his hands in the air, rolled his eyes and walked off. Shannon glared at Charlie through narrowed eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Sayid shook his head, such a free spirit, trying to control a woman like that was like trying to control a bull. It was impossible.
Kate saw Sayid staring at Shannon, she had tried to convince him to go and talk to Shannon, he protested, saying that there was simply nothing to talk about.
Sayid swallowed his pride then made his way over to Shannon, thinking that maybe Kate was right, that maybe they should talk. With every step he took, the more he wanted to turn back. It reminded him of his times in the National Guard with Nadia. But instead of torturing, he was the one being tortured. When Shannon snubbed him on the beach he wanted nothing more than to have been invisible, nonexistent.
Shannon looked up when she heard footsteps; it was Sayid looking as if he had been punched. She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, then a flash of anger, "Can I help you?"
Sayid was startled by Shannon's sharp tone. "We need to talk." Shannon just gave him a blank look. He sighed and sat on the ground next to her. "Shannon, we need to talk, you cannot put this off any longer."
Shannon look Sayid in the eye, "Fine, lets 'talk'."
"Good, I'd hoped you say that, Shannon, it was no excuse for me to hide that picture of Nadia fro-"
"Nadia?"
"Yes, see we-"
"Burn it."
"What? No, Shannon see-"
"Burn it and I'll tell you about Boone."
"No Shannon, I cannot do that. I want you to understand."
"Go." It tore Shannon up inside to say this, but she gave up, she was tired of being lied to, being used, whether it was in the past or the present, she was tired, "Go Sayid. Please, just go."
"But, I-" For a moment he thought of actually doing it, burning the picture. But he couldn't bring himself to do. If Shannon couldn't accept his past, if she couldn't even listen to him explain... it made him deeply upset, but maybe this messed up 'relationship' wouldn't work out. It was harsh, but it was true. He got up, and before he walked away he turned around, "Okay. If that is what you want."
Shannon's mouth fell open. Just like that he was gone. She hadn't meant what she said, or had she? Now she knew how Claire felt. Torn.
Hurley, who had been watching the scene unfold in front of him had walked out of the dense undergrowth of the jungle and stood in front of Shannon.
"Dude,"
Shannon jumped, "Where did you come from? Hunting Twinkies in the great jungle?"
Hurley looked hurt, "Dude, I was just going to build new golf course holes and wondered if you wanted to talk about it."
"Oh," Shannon was embarrassed, Hurley must have heard all of her and Sayid's argument, "no Hurley, I'm good, but thanks for the offer."
"Suit yourself dude."
In the next few days the inhabitants of the island seemed to have a black cloud hanging over their heads. Sayid would disappear, days at a time. There was a shortage of boar. Hurley's golf course got put on the backburner when Hurley hit himself with a golf club when he was practicing his back swing.
Claire had moved down to the beaches with Aaron and was only seen going in and out of her tent with Aaron to see Sawyer or to go get water from the caves. Shannon shared water duty with Claire, alternating days with her. But no matter what day it was she barely ever talked, except to Claire.
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