Disclaimer: I own Lost. I live on the moon, and I come in peace.

A/N: I'm doing it again. I'm posting a chapter without knowing what the hell it's going to be about. Ah well. Enjoy!

The Truth Comes Out

I joined Sayid at his map translations (why the hell is my keyboard being STUPID! Does it want a break!) and had been working in silence for a while, before Sayid decided to speak.

"Sawyer asked me about you last night you know," he said.

"Yea, I noticed. At about three in the morning. He paid me a visit. Started asking me strange questions. The man needs a life, bad." I replied, with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Are you mad at me?" Sayid asked, sounding worried.

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Because I was the one who told Sawyer about you."

"Hey," I said softly, looking up from the current map I was translating, "There was no way you could possibly know he was going to wake me up at O'Dark Thirty to tell me about the pretty blonde who speaks French.

Sayid laughed, looking relieved, and I returned to the map translations.

It had been about a week since I had arrived at this side of the island, and I had given a great deal of thought about my plan. It was no easy matter. I didn't know how I could go about it without arising suspicion. There was one person who I couldn't bear lying to, and that was Sayid.

One day, Sayid and I were sitting under a tree, talking, or, more like flirting. I decided to tell Sayid just then.

I looked Sayid right in the eyes and said softly, "Sayid, we need to talk."

"What about?" He said with a soft smile.

"I'm…I'm not a dance teacher from the south of France." I said without further ado. God this was hard!

"You're not?" Sayid asked me, confusion evident in his eyes.

"No," I said, looking away, over the ocean.

"Then what are you?"

"I don't know."

Sayid laughed. "How can you not know what you are?"

"I'm here, because, well, Karen and Gerald sent me here." I said. I could tell by the look on Sayid's face that this wouldn't end happy.

"Karen and Gerald? Wait…that sounds familiar. Karen and Gerald Degroote?" He asked me, his eyes held suspicion.

"Yes," I whispered.

"You lied to me," He snarled.

"Sayid," I pleaded, "please, just listen to me!" I

Sayid stood up. "No, I'm done listening to you, Alex, or whatever your name is. You lied to me! I've been wasting my time, this whole week. It's clear that you're going to return and tell them everything you told me." He walked off, leaving me sitting underneath the tree. I could feel tears pricking the back of my eyes. I couldn't stay here. I got up and turned towards the jungle.

I had been walking for quite some time before I came across Locke, gutting a rodent of some sort.

He looked up and spotted me. "Well, howdy Alex." He said, smiling in a friendly fashion. He seemed to notice my expression though, because his smile faltered, and was replaced by a look of fatherly concern. "Something wrong?" he asked me.

I nodded. "I told something Sayid didn't want to hear. He grew angry, and he left me."

Locke nodded, although I knew he didn't have a clue what I told Sayid, or how serious a matter is was, to me anyways.

"You know," he said kindly, "I've often said that everyone gets a new life on this island. Perhaps it's time you start yours."

This time, I made no effort to stop my tears, which trailed from my brown eyes and left shiny tracks on my cheeks. "How can I start a new life on this island, when a life on the island is all I've ever known?" I asked him.

Locke looked momentarily shocked, but he covered it up quickly. "Maybe you should try to start now." He answered me.

I nodded. I knew that Locke couldn't possibly understand what was going through my mind, but his words made me feel a little better.

I continued on my way towards the hatch, which Sawyer had showed me a while ago, but at the last moment, I turned aside from my path and sank onto a fair sized rock and wholly gave into my grief and self-pity. The sobs racked my body, but I couldn't stop them.

I had been sitting there for a while when I heard footsteps coming my way. Before I knew it, they were upon me.

"Um, Alex, right?" Said a confused female voice.

I looked up and saw, through my tears, a tall woman with dark curly hair and high cheekbones. I nodded.

"What's wrong?" The woman asked me.

I shook my head, indicating I didn't want to talk about it. The woman seemed to understand.

"I'm Kate." She said softly, sitting down beside me."

"How do you know my name?" I asked thickly.

"Sawyer told me," Kate said softly, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it."

I opened my mouth to decline, but something stopped me. Instead, I said, "I did something. Something terrible. And now he hates me."

"Sayid?" Kate asked.

I nodded.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that whatever you did, it can't be as awful as what I did, back home." Kate responded.

"What did you do?" I asked, making an attempt to dry my eyes.

Kate seemed to face a moment's indecision, before she sighed. "Might as well tell you, since I don't think we'll be rescued anytime soon. Back home, my father, Wayne, came home drunk. I put him to bed, left the house, and then blew up the house. I told my mom, she turned me in. I spent the next three and a half years on the run from the law."

I had sat in silence during the whole tale, and realized that, since this woman had told me what must have been her island secret, I might as well tell her. "Please," I began, "tell no one about this."

Kate looked faintly surprised, but she nodded, watching me intently. "About a week ago, Karen and Gerald DeGroote sent me to this side of the island, telling me to tell no one, to discover where this camp was and to find out any information I could about you guys." I said.

Kate frowned. "Aren't the DeGrootes the ones who set up the hatch on the island?" She asked me.

"Actually, there are at least six," I responded with a nod.

"So you're from the other side of the island then?" Kate asked.

Again, I nodded. "How long have you been here?"

"My whole life. I was the entertainment for them. Every night, I had to dance for them in the sand without shoes. I buried my dress before I entered this camp." I whispered.

Kate looked at me. "Do you know where Walt is?" She asked me. I nodded.

"Why didn't you say anything?" She accused.

"I don't know," I whispered lamely.

Then I sat up straighter, feeling somewhat better than I had been. Of course, I understood that Sayid might never talk to me again, but I could always do what was right.

I looked at Kate. I felt like I could trust her. "I actually have a plan," I said.

Then I told Kate my plan.

A/N: Well, how's that for a surprise. This story is a lot shorter than I originally intended, and this chapter's rather short, but oh well! Next chapter: Gypsy/Alex puts her plan into action. Happy Holidays to all! And please review!