Author's Note: I forgot to mention that in regard to the metal case, I do know that the lock is a lock open able by key, not a combination one, but story wise, I changed it to a combination lock.

By the way, please forgive the even greater intrusive typo of this story, I have to get it submit now or it will be a long time before I can do it! And it is bad, but I rather do it tonight instead of like, a week later.

October Sky: glad to see your immediate review but I am a bit puzzled. Why do you think there is tension between Minta and Sayid? To me, they seem to be as happy with one another as they usually are. Can you please tell me why you think they are in a tension? Thanks!  I really want to know now!

"They found her," Sayid repeated once more, "I must go to her."

"Sayid…" Minta began.

"Yes Minta," he whispered, picking his wife up. "It must be Morgiana. And beloved…I need you to be there."

"I understand." she said gently, then turned to Sun. "Can you look after Esther for us please? We might be at the cave for a very long time."

"Maybe we should go with…" Sun began.

"NO!" Sayid almost screamed out. Taking a deep breath he said slowly. "No, you do not want to see her body. It is not something one could see without revulsion or horror, even though you don't know her.

"Please…just look after Esther for us."

"Of course." Sun said firmly, rocking the already crying child. "I'll take good care of her."

"I'll stay here to keep her company, Esther might not notice the absence of her parents if her playmate is here." Claire offered.

"And I will look after these two." Danielle said simply, her hand resting on her knife.

"Thank you." Sayid whispered gratefully, before turning to Sawyer. "I…"

"I ain't some squeamish rock star who turn pale at the sight of a prickled thumb. I'll go with you two to give you moral support."

"Sawyer, I know you have seen many wounds but her injuries…" here his voice trailed off. "To put it lightly, it is not a pretty sight."

(SPACE)

As Sawyer himself had said, he wasn't squeamish but at the sight of the woman in the coffin, he almost vomited.

The woman was an Iraqi woman with the stereotypical tanned skin, her hair was black and curly like Sayid's and they covered half of her face. The eye that wasn't covered by her hair was wild opened and they seemed to be still staring at the world.

It was clear that she departed the world very bitterly.

"Morgiana." Sayid said sadly, reaching inside the coffin he placed his arms around the woman's cold body. As he did so, her hair fall back and Sawyer screamed.

Where her other eye and cheek should be, was a hole. That part of flesh was burnt and covered with patches of dry blood, the other bit of skin pushed outwards, the inside of her other cheeks could be seen from the hole.

"I am sorry." Sayid whispered.

"Sayid…who is she?" Kate asked.

"You did bring her body onto the plane?" Jack said at the same time.

"Morgiana Jarrah. She is…she was my sister. Now she is dead," the coffin was gently shut. "She shot herself."

"Sayid, you don't have to continue." Jack began.

"She shot herself with a gun," Sayid continued, his eyes rather vacant. "But it was my hand that caused her to pull the trigger."

(SPACE)

Sayid buried his sister in a Muslim ritual, several time he almost collapsed during his recitations of the necessary chants.

He couldn't leave even after he finished. He and Minta sat by the graveyard while Sawyer went to 'fetch something.'

"I can see her blood on my hand." Sayid whispered to his sleeping wife. "I don't feel as if I can touch you without tainting you."

He stared at the grave once more, the name he hammered on there was barely visible now that the sun was setting. It was strange how he managed to evade the thought of her lost body for so long, especially when he swore to bury her properly- his only pitiful form of a chance of redemption for what he did to her.

"I am such a lousy brother." he cursed. "My other two sisters…I don't even know where they are. I disowned my brother just because he didn't want to do what I wanted him to do, and I killed my other sister. Then I abandoned them all, escape to America without a word to anyone…not that I had been in touch with them before my so called death."

"Sayid, catch!"

Out of his years as a soldier his fast reflex allowed him to catch the small bottle.

"Thought you might need some liquor for this night." Sawyer said simply as he sat down, unscrewing his bottle. "Don't expect me to give you any more though. I don't think Minta will forgive me if I make her husband a alcoholic."

"Thank you."

"So Sayid, are you going to tell me what happened? It might help you, and you may be surprised but I am your friend."

Sayid nodded. "Minta knows already but I guess I should tell you too. I'll start from the beginning. You know already that I came to America when I was twenty eight, with the help of Christian missionaries. They created the new identity of Sayid Daniel for me, and arranged for Sayid Jarrah to be 'dead' in an accident.

"But I didn't tell you about my family. I had three sisters- triplets, and a brother, I am the oldest. As my parents died when I was only eight I became the head of the household. At thirteen I joined the army as that was the best course of supporting my family. Then my sisters married, one married a foreign doctor from Saudi Arabia, the other married a rich man from Baghdad. I never saw them again after their wedding. The last sister, Morgiana, married my superior officer Omar. She was many years younger then him and loved him very much, it almost killed her when she was widowed at only eighteen…"

"Were you responsible for that?" Sawyer asked slowly, detecting the darkness in his best friend's words.

"Yes, I killed my own brother in law to save a childhood friend." Sayid admitted bitterly. "I do not regret saving Nadia, but I loathe myself for destroying my sister's happiness. But that is not the end of my story. When I was in Australia, when Minta had her breakdown, I saw my sister.

"She was in the hospital and innocently she was delighted to see me and discover that not only was I alive I was very well, being an American citizen and married to an American girl.

"She invited me over to her apartment and…"

(SPACE)

Flashback

"Bombs?" Sayid chocked out at the sight of the hidden crater under his sister's bed.. "Bombing a mall?"

"Yes, and it be as if the resistance had done it." Morgiana cried out eagerly, she almost knocked off the small mug of tea in front of her brother.

"But Morgiana, so many people will die!" Sayid pleaded.

"So? This is to avenge mother, father and my husband. This is for the greater good. These people's death will serve a better…"

"Morgiana…" Sayid broke off and shook his head sadly, after all what right does he have in telling his sister about the concept of the greater good. Especially when he thought of all the crimes that he committed in doing that they were for the greater good.

"I will never forgive the resistance for killing our mother and my husband…"

"You are wrong." Sayid said softly, but very steadily. "Our parents did not die due to a bomb placed by the resistance.."

"WHAT?" she yelled, this time she did knocked the mug over, causing the burning liquid to splash onto Sayid, but her brother seemed completely oblivious to the pain in his hand.

"Amir found out the truth…" he continued. "The bomb was placed by the government because our mother was in the resistance."

"YOU LIE!"

"I wish I am lying! At first, I didn't believe Amir either but he told the truth. Morgiana, believe me, I will not lie to you, because I want it to be fake as well."

"But that doesn't matter!" his sister said fiercely. "My husband is still killed by a member of the resistance. You witnessed it!"

Throughout his life so far Sayid had never felt so bad since the day his wife discovered his past in Iraq and tried to kill herself, and when she opened her eyes and there were horror in them as she looked at them. This day, when he was forced to tell his sister the truth of Omar's death, came pretty close to the guilt he had toward Minta.

"That was a lie." Sayid whispered. "Nadia did not kill Omar. I killed Omar so Nadia can live. Morgiana, the resistance…"

He was forced to break off when Morgiana suddenly pulled out a gun. He had no idea where she got if from but she was aiming the gun at him.

"How can you do this to me Sayid?" she screamed, tears falling without any restraint. Her hand shook but the gun remained aiming at him.

"Morgiana, don't."

"You are my brother! You are supposed to be my brother. I loved you! I worshiped you! I used to be so proud of you, my brother the soldier, my brother…"

"Morgiana, please!"

"A brother who killed my husband just for some woman? Why, Sayid? Why should I let you live? So you can go back to your luxurious life with your American wife?"

"Please listen to me!" Sayid pleaded when she withdrew the gun to place the barrel against her temple.

"I hope you are happy Sayid!"

With that curse, she fired.

(SPACE)

Sawyer swallowed the last of his alcohol before he spoke.

"I am sorry Sayid, for have accused you of being a terrorist."

"That doesn't matter." Sayid said simply, "I sometimes think the terrorist in Iraq…the resistance was much more noble then those in the army. But there you have it, one of my sisters was going to be a suicide bomber while my mother was in the resistance, which my brother joined."

"And you were in the army, high irony." Sawyer said bitterly. "Like me being a confidence man when a confidence man ruined my life."

"Ironic indeed, one of the reason I joined the army was to provide for my family, especially with the hope of sending my brother to university. It turned out that he didn't want to go in the end because of me…"

(SPACE)

Flashback

Sayid faced his brother steadily while Amir was clearly nervous at being in his elder brother's office. The military tidiness and proper uniform clearly made the young boy very conscious of his own sloppy cloths, as he was trying to flip the collar of his shirt.

"You asked to see me Amir, what is it?" Sayid asked briskly.

"It…well…" Amir swallowed nervously, he was finding Sayid so hard to approach now. He was not the big brother who had gave him pieces of salvaged fruit with a smile, or the protector who told him stories room Arabian night whenever he saw a monster in the middle of the night. Since Sayid joined the military when Amir was only five, the distance furthered each single day. Sayid became he father watching over him, instead of the brother beside him.

He was also a soldier the whole time, stern and fully occupied with his duties. In the first few years Sayid would visit them on a weekly basis, but as time passed, they only saw him a few times a year.

"Sayid, I am not going to university." Amir blurter out.

"Why not?" Sayid asked, his voice very calm, too calm.

"Because there is no point, what I should be doing is to help our country." he began passionately.

"Help our country? You want to join the army?" Sayid frowned slightly, could he bear this?

"No, that is exactly what is corrupting our government, the military. In fact I want to join the resistance to fight for Iraq."

Sayid slapped his brother across the face. As Amir gaggled in shock, Sayid quickly darted a quick glance at his door, making sure that his young brother's words were not recorded by anyone.

"Are you mad Amir, to criticize the military in its own base?" he whispered in disbelieve. "Do you also forget how our parents died?"

"No, Sayid. I found out the truth. Mama and papa did not die because the resistance placed a bomb in papa's school. They died because mama was in the resistance…the government placed the bomb there."

"You are lying." Sayid finally said, his hand clenching onto his paper. "Damn it Amir, tell me that you are lying!"

"Sayid, think about it. Why would I lie to you? You are my brother and I love you. I would not be lying." Amir took a deep breath before the continued. "Beside you should know that the government is evil. They made you into a torturer. The army made you…"

"The army made me who I am now, that is partly true. But Amir, you forget this." Sayid hissed, closing his eyes he could see himself as a young boy again, a child who longed to continue going to school, but had to trade books and pens for lessons of shooting and killing.

"Me being in the army cloth and feed you. I joined the army with the hope that you can go to university one day. The opportunity I had wanted so much and had to give up because of you."

Amir shocked his head firmly. "I am sorry then, but Sayid, I am not going."

"Then go to the door, open it, and never come back."

Author's Note: I didn't research on Muslim burial ritual so I hope what I wrote there will not offend anyone. If I wrote something very offensive by accident then I am very sorry, tell me and I will delete it. As I said, this part is inspired by the greater good. I think I've mentioned a bit about Sayid's family situation in Part 2 of my story.

Morgiana is a character from the story of 'Ali-baba and the forty-one thieves'. There are many variations of her name, as well as many versions of who she is. However, in most versions she will either be the servant of Ali-baba or his brother.

Personally, I always think Sayid as a very smart and intelligent man, and he actually went to a university in a foreign country, in this fan fic I had to change it to him not being able to gain a degree.