Dis-the-claimer: So I don't own Lost. So, sue me for writing this. Wait a minute… dang it!

Author's Note: At the bottom. No, not on the bottom, I didn't say that, I said at the bottom!


" It wasn't my fault."

" Of course it wasn't."

" I didn't know she was… so… so… "

" Obsessed?"

" Yeah, that's the word I'm looking for. I had no idea she was so obsessed."

" And with nails, too."

" Nails, too."

" It's not your fault. Who knew she'd run on a tirade and paint everyone's nails on this entire Island?"

" Including Rousseau."

" And Lock. Walt."

" And Jack."

Suddenly, a giant roaring scream was heard from the other side of the camp. Boone and Charlie turned to the direction from where the scream came from, where they could see a grinning Shannon running as fast as she could, nail polish in her hands. They looked at her as she ran past them, but then turned once more toward where the scream had come from…

… only to see what could only be described as a very, very angry Sawyer stampeding their way.

And a Sawyer with bright pink nails, none the less they both noticed. No wonder he was mad.

" Boone!" he shouted, approaching them. " What the fuck has your sister been sniffing! Look at what she did to me!" He sprayed out his fingers before them, and even though they both were a bit intimidated by them man, none could help but laugh out helplessly in big guffaws. Sawyer didn't look as amused.

" Did you let her to that to you?" Charlie asked between laughs, and Sawyer's brows frowned, anger seeping from his very existence. All very amusing to Boone and Charlie, none the less.

" Let her!" he shouted, growing more angry. Of course, this only supplied more amusement for Boone and Charlie. " I was frickin' asleep when she did this to me! Woke me up asking if I wanted my toes done, as well…." Suddenly, both Boone and Charlie looked down to Sawyer's toes, seeing that they were still their natural shade. Then, they both looked at each other's toes nails…

… seeing that they were bright pink, too.

And now it was Sawyer's turn to howl out with laughter, as Charlie and Boone looked at each other, then around the beach to try to figure out where exactly Shannon had run to. Hearing Hurley's screams, they didn't have to look for long.

" Dudes! Get your sister of me, dude!" Hurley ran up to them and hid behind Boone's back. Since Hurley was just a tad wee bit bigger than Boone, it looked like a big bear trying to hide behind the thinnest of tree logs.

" Hurley… come here… Hurley, Hurley, Hurley…." Shannon tried to lure him, seemingly mad over the concept of painting everyone's toe nails pink. Or any other colour which she had.

" Could it be dehydration?" Charlie asked to no one in particular, and they all glanced at him, then back at the crazed Shannon.

" Or the Barbie on her outside finally decided to take over her insides, as well, " Sawyer remarked.

" Shannon! What on earth are you doing to the poor people!" Sayid's voice could be heard behind them all, and they all turned to look at him. Naturally, they all looked at his nails first, and miraculously enough he had managed to escape Shannon's onslaught of nail colouring. She turned to him, forgetting Hurley as he approached them and her grin subsided.

" Sayid! Honey…" she said, apparently calming down. " I was just… " She stood by him now, giving him an earnest smile. He didn't completely relax, however, and for a moment glanced around to all the others. They just stood watching them, saying nothing, unsure if they should leave, but no one trusting Shannon's sudden calmness.

" I was just…" Shannon continued, looking into Sayid's eyes. Before he knew it, she had his hands in hers, pegging them down. Her eyes grew wide again, and the others watched as the evil, nail painting Shannon was back, full throttle.

" I was just thinking about your nails! And how they're not painted!" she panted out, gripping at Sayid's hands. Charlie and Sawyer were on her now, dragging her away from the confused Sayid. He just looked at her, as she struggled to release herself from the two men holding her. She kicked and panted, and he shook his head.

" Never should have found that thing, " he muttered. Still holding Shannon, Sawyer called out to him.

" Found what?" Sayid looked at them all with guilt, seeing that Jack, Lock, Kate, Michael, Walt and some others had approached the spectacle now. They remained silent, looking at the situation.

" Yesterday, I helped Shannon go through her suitcase, " Sayid explained. " I found a small bag with make up in it, and a couple of bottles of nail polish as well." He carefully lifted his gaze from the ground to look around at everyone now, turning his gaze to Shannon once again.

" You did what! Then I'll blame you for this!" Sawyer exclaimed as he held out his painted hands, spraying them for the world to see. The others, who hadn't known of Shannon's terror on Sawyer began to laugh, and continued as Charlie struggled to hold Shannon still by himself, all the while she was muttering incoherent things about ' painting the whole world'.

Sayid shook his head, and took off running n the opposite direction, whilst Sawyer took up after him. The other's laughter died out, and they turned to where Charlie struggled with Shannon.

" Should we help him?" Kate asked.

" Nah, " Michael said. Everyone shrugged their shoulders, and left the scene in which Charlie continued to struggle with the upset, to say the least, Shannon.

Hurley looked down then, only to find that his toe nails had been painted in his sleep as well. Walking back to the camp, he sighed.

" So… has anyone got some nail polish remover?"


Author's Note: I should let you know that I have no idea how this idea came to me.It's just a random idea, and a randomstory...And don't flame me because Shannon's the terror of this fic, I don't have anything against her! She was just the best well fitted to go on a nail polish tirade. This was just something I write because… well, because :)