Summary: ''He was sick of it, sick of being Shannon's puppet. Yet he didn't want Sayid to have her either. She was his burden, and he couldn't stand the thought of her being with anyone else.''

A/N: This is still the same day as last chapter, just from where I left off. Sorry its taken me so long to update--I was trying to decide whether I should change the ending or not. I left it, though. Thanks so much for the reviews for last chapter, R&R please.

Disclaimer: If I owned Lost, do you really think ''Do No Harm'' would have gone the way it did?

Chapter 3: Her

She's got a pretty smile

It covers up the poison that she hides

She walks around in circles in my head

Waiting for a chance to break me

A chance to take me down

Now I see this burden you gave me

Is too much to carry

Too much to bury inside...

"Only One" – Lifehouse

Jack was talking to Sayid, about some trouble of his with Hurley and with the raft. But Sayid wasn't listening.

"Hey! Sayid!" Jack tried to get his attention for the fourth time.

Sayid blinked and faced Jack, "Yes?"

Jack sighed, irritated, "I'm sure that whatever's on your mind is so much more important than what I'm saying," he lectured, sounding remarkably like a teacher, "So you might as well go, do whatever it was I interrupted."

Sayid gave Jack a small smile, "Thank you. Tomorrow, Jack, I'll help you with whatever you want. Alright?"

Jack sighed again, "Go." Sayid turned and headed towards Boone's tent. Kate came over and sat next to Jack, who had lowered himself into the sand.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing, really," he said, looking at her, "Just…frustrated, I guess. Sick of being stuck here."

"Oh," said Kate, slightly disappointed but didn't know the reason for it.

"There's nothing for me to do lately," he continued.

"You want to come help me in Sun's garden?" Kate suggested.

Jack's eyes scanned the beach, "Yeah, okay," he finally answered, and they stood up and made their way through the jungle.

Sayid looked into Boone's tent, but it was empty. He wandered up to Shannon's shelter, which was empty, too. He found a remote patch of sand, away from the other islanders, and sat down facing the waves. He stared out over the horizon, trying to figure out if maybe there was more to everything, to anything, if he was being tricked or simply being paranoid.

Boone ambled up the beach; unable to comprehend why he was doing this. He questioned a lot of his behavior lately, didn't understand why he was doing most things. But this had to be somewhere up the top, because… The things he did for her. He shook his head. It was never going to change.

He was sick of it, sick of being Shannon's puppet. Yet he didn't want Sayid to have her either. She was his burden, and he couldn't stand the thought of her being with anyone else. The fact that she still came to him, and only him, when she had bad dreams comforted him. She could have just as easily gone to Sayid last night, but she went to him. He felt sort of proud, in a strange way.

He stood outside the shelter, then sighed and made his way in.

Sawyer put down his book, and raised an eyebrow, "Metro…" he said, in a sort of greeting tone, "Thought I'd be seein' you soon."

"My name's Boone," he growled.

"Easy there. Have a seat."

Boone rolled his eyes and sat down.

"Let me guess what this is about…" Sawyer folded his hands on his stomach, "…Shannon?"

Boone rolled his eyes again, "Stop acting like you don't know anything about our past and just-"

"See, that's what's eatin' you up, huh, Metro? That I do know. Yeah, hey–I know howshe feels, how about that one? You don't, do you?" Sawyer paused, "But here's what I don't know. How do you feel about her?"

"What are you, a freaking matchmaker?" Boone cried, standing up. "I don't even know why I came."

"Sit down," Sawyer barked, and Boone did so, reluctantly. "You came because, no matter what you say to her or how much you try to avoid her, you want to be with her. And you want me to tell you what to do." He paused. "You also wanna know what she said about you."

Boone looked away.

Sawyer continued, "Sorry, Metro, can't tell ya that one."

"Then why should I tell you anything?"

"Hell, buddy, it aint my secret to tell!"

"I should just go."

"Sure. But if you do, you'll never get the courage to tell her how you feel. So, you can leave, bottle it up an' let her have a relationship with Mohammed, aww, maybe they'll have kids, wouldn't that be nice?"

Boone scowled.

"And, you can just spend your days in the jungle with the old man, doin' God knows what, and never have Sticks. Hey, maybe you'll die out there, cold, alone, while Mohammed's kissin' your girl. Or, you can tell me your troubles, we can build up your strength and then you can fight this, you can break down the wall of lies that's keeping you two apart. What do you say?" Jesus, I should start my own counsellin' business or somethin'. Why am I so good at this? Sawyer thought.

"Well, I…" Boone shifted in his seat, "I don't know how I feel…"

"Take your time, Metro, the words'll come," Sawyer leaned his head back, and prepared himself for another story.

Sayid sighed, turning up the sand next to his leg with his fingers. He wanted company. Then the sudden thought occurred to him. He wanted to know the truth about Shannon, and apparently… Sawyer knew. It was worth a try. He knew that Sawyer was easy to crack. Maybe he could get Kate to help him.

Sayid stood up, and walked to Sawyer's tent. He heard the murmur of voices which indicated that Sawyer had somebody with him.

Boone was wrapping up his story when Sawyer heard noises outside. Footsteps. He raised a hand to cut Boone off. "Shh." He said, then called out, "You got three seconds to show yourself before I get my gun."

"You've got a gun?" Boone asked, alarmed, as Sayid emerged from behind the tarp.

"Boone!" he cried. "What is going on here? I thought you hated Sawyer. First Shannon, now you…"

"Really, Sayid, this curiosity thing of yours is getting old," Boone said lazily, ''I was just giving Mr. Tennessee over here his sun block back. Settle down."

"Your nicknames suck, pretty boy," Sawyer shot at him.

"While yours are just getting better and better," Boone smirked.

"Hey, Mohammed," Sawyer drawled, as if noticing him for the first time, "What did I do to deserve the grace of your presence?"

"Well, I–" Sayid's eyes snaked over to Boone and he cleared his throat, "I needed your opinion on something."

"Riiight," Boone commented with a sly half smile, "I guess that means I'm leaving? Fine." He smirked again, this time at Sayid, "I'm gonna go find Shannon. Thanks, Sawyer."

"No problem, Metro. Get outta my sight."

Boone chuckled, and left the tent. Sayid almost growled, "What is going on with him and Shannon?"

Sawyer made a face, "Uh, he's her brother?"

"And that is all?"

Sawyer shook his head, "I don't have time for this. I gotta go, I've gotta talk toFreckles before the good doctor finds a–"

"But you have time for them?" Sayid cut him off.

"If you wanna know about them, ask them, not me." Sawyer grumbled, "They know more than I do."

"But you know something." Sayid stared at Sawyer, who in turn was staring opposite him, in the space Boone had occupied. Sayid gave up, and began to turn away.

"I know this," Sawyer said, before Sayid left, "You'll never take Metro's place for her. You can't."

"Well, yes…he's her brother," Sayid said, confused.

Sawyer raised his eyebrows and looked away, "You can leave now."

Sayid glowered at the other man furiously before turning and leaving the tent. After he left Sawyer sniggered, slightly proud of himself.

But also, he had come to a conclusion. He believed their story, and for reasons unbeknownst to him, he was going to help them… and keep their secret.

Boone sat at the top of the beach, on a shady patch of sand, dirt, and pebbles. He picked up a rock and rolled it around absent mindedly–thinking of, of course, Shannon–when he was hit on the back of the head with something, and knocked out.

When he woke up, he was tied to a tree in the middle of the jungle. He groaned. This was all too familiar. "Locke?" he asked, annoyed. "This is getting old, John!"

"So...You and John tie up one another, do you? I had no idea of the relationship between you," and with that, Sayid emerged from the trees with a smirk on his face.

He sat opposite Boone, who groaned again, this time in disgust and annoyance, "What is wrong with you?" he struggled against the ropes.

"Why do you ask?" Sayid asked calmly.

"Maybe because you tied me to a tree! If you think Shannon's going to want you after this–"

"You are beginning to get a little panicked. Relax," Sayid said, still calm, as he pulled out a bamboo stick, and sharpened it against his fingernail.

Boone stared at it, his eyes wide, "What the hell? Is this a nightmare?" he remembered something, "So, what, are you gonna torture me just like you tortured Sawyer? Have you gone crazy?"

Sayid looked at him in surprise, "I will not have to use these if you simply tell me the truth about you and Shannon."

"What? This isn't fair!" he struggled again, against the ropes. They weren't tied nearly as well as the ones Locke had held him in. "And I don't have to tell you anything!"

"All's fair in love and war," Sayid said, eyes still on his nail against the bamboo. "Struggling will only make the ropes tighter."

Boone half-smiled. He was wrong there. These ropes weren't tied at all like John's, and yes, when he'd struggled in those ones, he'd been held tighter. Not these ones, though. But he wasn't going to tell Sayid that. Now if only he had a knife, or something. It struck him, John had given him one of his knives, "just in case". Boone thanked him for that now, struggling more than ever in an attempt to free the knife from his right pants pocket. He finally got a hold of it with his left hand, and cut the rope around his waist.

"I promise you, struggling will only tighten the grip on you," Sayid said, still preoccupied with the bamboo.

Boone freed himself just as Sayid was asking him if he was ready to talk.

"Not exactly," he grinned, jumping out of the ropes.

Sayid's mouth dropped open, "But–what–how–"

Boone brandished the knife in front of him, "Come any closer and I'll kill you."

Sayid raised his hands, and Boone ran, back to the beach although he hadn't exactly known the way, spending so long with Locke helped him develop another sense.

Sayid slid down the tree trunk, sitting at the bottom and settling his head in his hands, "What have I done?" he wondered, thinking that he'd finallygone insaneon this island, and that Boone would tell Shannon for sure. He stood up and followed the path Boone had taken, which ultimately ended inside Boone's tent.

"Boone," Sayid said slowly, quietly.

Boone spun around frantically, actually afraid, "What the hell do you want? I thought you didn't walk up to people, talk to them. Whacking them on the head more your style."

"I–I don't know what came over me."

"I don't care," Boone said coldly, "Leave."

"Please, let me explain."

Boone blew air out through his nostrils but didn't say anything, just sat down and crossed his arms over his chest.

"After I–after what I did to Sawyer, I left camp, ashamed," Sayid said, his head hung, "I feel the same way now. I don't know what I was doing but I regret it. It was a stupid thing to do, and I am hoping that I wouldn't have gone through with it. I guess I believe that I love Shannon, and I didn't want anyone standing in my way–"

Boone felt the anger bubbling inside him.

"But I know that all she is, is your sister. I can accept that now. Please--don't tell Shannon about this–this lapse of intelligence on my part."

"You know what? Shannon always picks violent guys. I thought you'd be different, but you're really, really not. And you know why she picks them? To get back at me. You might not believe it, but its what she does. So you know what? I don't care, okay? Go, get played, it's none of my business. You think you're in love with her?" he laughed bitterly. "She's not in love with you. Sorry to break that to you."

Sayid peered at Boone, "Is this your way of getting back at me?"

"This is my way of telling you the truth. You wanted it? You got it." He sighed, "I wont tell Shannon. I don't want her to lose a friend. But I swear, you ever hurt my sister or me again and you'll wish you never …" he paused, stuck. "You'll be sorry."

"I am sorry, Boone–"

"Save it." Boone turned away and Sayid left the tent, still shaken. Boone laid on his 'bed', as a tear fell down his cheek. He wondered why this stuff happened to him, why he couldn't ever get a break.

A/N: What did I do? I didn't want to do that to Sayid, its crazy! Hope you guys don't hate me too much…Next few chapters should be better. I can't believe I did that, it just seems stupid…God, this chapter really sucks. Oh well.

Sorry so short. Review please!