A/N: Okay, so I hadn't really intended for this to be the next chapter. I loved the idea, and started writing it out, and decided that it fit as the next chapter. This is where chapters may start getting a little random. Also, I am seriously considering revamping the first chapters of this story. After seeing the pilots in their entirety I realized that I missed a few big things. Plus there's a few more episodes that I missed that I'll be catching in reruns. Anywho, if anyone has any comments on whether or not they think I should redo stuff, just let me know.

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Phoenix-Talon: Cool, I'm intriguing. Yes, Fiona does take martial arts. You'll see a lot of that in this chapter. I hadn't really thought about what kind; after I do more research into the kinds you mentioned I may go with one of them. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 6: To Defend One's Honor

"Fiona," Claire called, watching the blind woman make her way slowly up the beach. Fiona came over to where Claire sat next to Shannon.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Have a seat," Claire answered, moving her bag out of Fiona's way while Shannon just watched. She stared at the blind woman openly with an edge of disgust, as though Fiona's blindness made her somewhat less than human.

Fiona sat carefully on the beach, using her makeshift cane to make sure that the area was clear of any debris before she sat. After she was settled she turned to face Claire. "How is your baby doing?" she asked.

Claire rubbed her protruding stomach fondly. "Better, I think. He's started kicking again. I guess that's a good sign."

Fiona nodded and smiled. "Yes, yes, that's defiantly a good sign."

"Would you like to feel it?" Claire asked. Fiona inclined her head for a moment, before nodding and holding out her hand.

Claire took the woman's hand and guided it to a spot on her stomach, holding it there. Fiona broke out in a smile. "He certainly is an energetic little fellow."

"Yeah," Claire agreed.

The women had been talking and laughing for a while before Michael came walking over. He approached the women hesitantly, slowing as he neared and clearing his throat loudly.

Claire looked up at the man and Fiona tilted her head in his direction as they fell silent. "Hello Michael," Fiona greeted.

Michael glanced around, very uncomfortable, and shifted on the balls of his feet nervously. "Hey, uh…look, I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh…could I talk to you a moment, Fiona? Alone?"

Fiona lifted her eyebrows in surprise, then grabbed her cane and shifted to her feet. Michael stepped back to give her some room and nodded a goodbye to Claire. Fiona began moving down the beach, heading away from the crowds of people to the quieter part of the beach where she had spent her first hours on the island. Michael fell into step beside her.

As they reached a small crop of rocks on the beach, Fiona stopped and turned to face the older man. "I believe you wanted to speak with me?"

Again Michael glanced around, clearly uncomfortable, and he rubbed the back of his head as he struggled to begin. "Look, I appreciate you spending some time with Walt and giving him something to take his mind off of losing his dog. It means a lot to me, and it's really helped me out."

"Well, that's not a problem, Michael. I enjoyed his company, and he gave me something to keep me busy with as well."

"Yeah, well, those mats you made were great. I know I enjoyed mine." Michael paused, and Fiona tilted her head slightly.

"I'm sensing a 'but' coming in here somewhere," she said.

Michael hung his head slightly. "Yeah, okay. Look, Walt's told me some of the stuff that you told him about yourself, and I just wanted to let you know that I don't appreciate you lying to my boy trying to make him think you're cool or something'."

Fiona knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. "And exactly what is it that you are referring to?"

Michael sighed. "I know you told Walt all this stuff about taking martial arts classes back in Australia. I mean, I know that kind of stuff is impressive to a ten year old kid, but you know, I just don't like you misleading him like that."

Fiona narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, clinching her cane in her right hand and sticking it in the crook of her left elbow. "What is it that makes you think that I lied to Walt in the first place?"

"Well, come on. I mean…you know…" Michael trailed off, waving his hand in front of him gesturing at Fiona. "A person like you, taking martial arts…"

Fiona felt her temper was rapidly reaching its boiling point. "No Michael, I don't know. What do you mean by 'a person like' me? Do you mean because I'm a woman?" she paused. "Or because I'm blind?"

The venom in the young woman's voice almost made Michael take a step back, but he managed to hold his ground. Fiona pushed past him angrily.

"Come along, then, if you don't believe me. Perhaps I can prove to you that being blind does not make me a liar."

Michael found himself with little choice but to follow her. For some reason, the last thing he wanted to do was to make Fiona even angrier with him.

Fiona stalked over to where most of the survivors were milling around the beach in the area that had been mostly cleared of debris. The area formed a strange almost semi-circle, and Fiona paused in the middle of it. She lifted her head and turned it slowly from one side to the other, as though trying to hone in on the people she was 'looking' for.

"Sayid!" she called, slightly startling the passing Iraqi. He came over to where she was standing with Michael just behind her. "I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something. It will only take a few moments."

Sayid looked at her curiously. "What do you need?"

Again Fiona turned her head as though she was somehow looking over the surrounding area. "Michael has called my honor into question regarding something that I told his son," she replied, pitching her voice just loud enough to catch the attention of several of the people milling around nearby. "I was wondering if you could help me with a brief demonstration to set his troubled mind at rest."

Sayid cast a brief look to Michael before returning his gaze to the young woman before him. "What kind of demonstration?"

"You were a soldier, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then I would assume that you were trained in some sort of hand-to-hand combat."

Sayid crossed his arms across his chest. "I was. May I ask what it is that you had in mind?"

"A simple sparring exercise," Fiona said. Tilting her head to the side, she seemed to sense the people that had stopped around them. "Jack!" she called. "And Mr. Sawyer." The two men glanced at each other, before walking over to where Fiona and the other men stood. Fiona stepped away from Sayid and Michael, giving everyone room for whatever it was that she had in mind. Sayid told them briefly what she had requested.

"Fiona," Jack questioned, not really enjoying what he was hearing.

"Gentlemen," she responded. "If you don't mind." She gestured to vague areas around her for them to stand. The men slowly formed something of a circle around her, Michael stepping back hesitantly wondering what the hell was going on.

"Now," Fiona said slowly. "Come at me."

The three men exchanged hesitant glances, and Sawyer ventured to ask the question that was on all of their minds. "Excuse me?" he said. "No offense, Sights, but I was raised having a certain respect for ladies. Especially when it comes to attacking them."

Fiona merely smiled elusively. "You may arm yourselves if you wish. I promise not to hurt you." She turned and began to get in position. "And Mr. Sawyer, if you have so much 'respect' for ladies, then you should have no problem in aiding a lady in defending her honor."

The men shifted their positions slightly to match Fiona's, and Sayid made eye contact with each of them, gesturing silently to form a plan. Jack nodded, and Sawyer pointed to confirm his understanding. Silence fell over the group, and suddenly Sawyer lunged at Fiona from behind, unintentionally giving a war cry as he did. Fiona swiftly sidestepped him, and used her cane to swipe his feet out from under him and flipping him onto his back. Jack immediately came from the side with a punch, which Fiona ducked. Before Jack could catch his balance, her cane came up behind him and struck him in the back. Jack fell forward onto his stomach on top of Sawyer.

Sayid gave his fallen comrades a glance before carefully raising his eyes to Fiona. She stepped back from Jack and Sawyer and tilted her head slightly, tuning her senses to him. Sayid and Fiona circled each other slowly, sharing an odd dance as they focused on each other. Suddenly, Sayid jumped forward, first throwing a punch, which Fiona ducked, then aiming a kick at her feet, which she jumped over. The pair exchanged blows faster than most could keep up with, until finally Fiona flipped Sayid over onto his back and placed the tip of her cane just under his chin, above his jugular vein. She held it there for a moment, before withdrawing it and extending her hand to her fallen opponent. Sayid eyed her hand for a moment before taking it and allowing her to help him to his feet.

Fiona exhaled slowly and turned back to where a very shocked Michael was standing. She didn't say anything, but simply walked past him, leaving a group of stumped spectators behind. Many people had been drawn towards the fight, and now they all looked at each other in astonishment.

"Dude," Hurley said. "Someone remind me to never piss that chick off."

John Locke watched Fiona carefully as he approached her. She was alone, sitting on one of her mats which her cane laying long ways in her lap. She was toying with it in her hands, twisting it so that the cylinder spun in her hands. Quietly, John sat down on a rock next to her. They sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"I hear you put on quite a show today." Fiona smiled bitterly at his comment.

"A show. Yes, I suppose that would be one way of putting it."

John looked at his hands for a moment, then out to sea. "You uh…want to tell me what brought on this little spurt of violence?"

Fiona snorted. "I told Walt that I had taken martial arts in Australia for eight years, Michael felt that I was lying to his son and questioned me on the validity of my claim, which I suppose to him seemed outlandish. I then enlisted Sayid, Jack, and Sawyer in aiding me in proving the soundness of my statement."

"And effectively kicked their tails," John summed up, coaxing a smile out of Fiona.

"Yes, well, I had been far too long without a decent fight."