Author's Note: Ok, first thing, first, very very sorry for not being able to keep onto my promise of finishing this on time, within this month. And I have no excuse either, although I did start uni last week! (I am in, dances with joy!)

However, I have been watching lost and wow…got a lot of new ideas, and many strong reactions other then the Shannon being killed thing (sniff) But first of all…I'm sorry if I offend any one but I HATE ANA-LUCIA! I think I actually hate her more then my dislike of Locke or Boone. I'm typing this up having just watched Every body hate Hugo and Hurley's story actually really touched me. Basically I'm trying to say that I have new ideas and ten out of ten I'll be making Ana-Lucia evil.

But here it is, the last part of Part 4 in my series it's pretty short as it is just really tying the loose end up, and I'll be trying to write part five as soon as I can.

For the luaueveryone put on their best cloths, it almost felt like everybody's first ball, where they got to wear the most fancy cloth in their life, for everyone's best cloths was like that. Most hide at least one outfit as they were afraid of getting it dirty, they simply had it to look at it.

Hurley was using this as an opportunity to introduce Alex to everyone and the blond woman appreciated his efforts greatly, especially when Charlie muttered something to her, his eyes rather cold, Hurley had simply pretended to not see that as he continued to introduce her with the same enthusiasm.

She was glad of this as it was his way of saying: "I don't care what everyone else thinks."

"Sayid and Minta!" Hurley cried out loudly, rushing to the couple, taking the child in his arm he rocked it lightly before giving it back to the fretting parents. "And of course, Esther!"

"Hurley, Alex." Sayid nodded. He glanced at his wife again, pleading with his eyes.

The Iraqi man was in a pair of dark jeans that could pass for a pair of proper trousers, and over his usual vest he had the infamous pink jacket on. He was clearly uncomfortable with his attire as he would often tug at the jacket, and as always his wife would take his hand in hers to prevent him from doing so.

"You look so fine, Sayid, so you are not changing!" Minta said aloud, squeezing his hand again, smiling.

"Woah…dude, you…"

"Do not make any comment." Sayid muttered, almost sighing in despair. "I swear that I will never wear this again."

The luau was very successful, and everyone danced to the guitar. Charlie was the musician for most of the time, with Claire sitting beside her, holding her child happily. As there was another who know some basic guitar playing there were times when Charlie get to take a break and dance with Claire.

Sayid and Minta divided the night into dancing together and playing with their daughter, conveniently Sun; Jin; Sawyer; even Danielle would be sitting on the beach, outside the 'dance floor', and they would urge the couple to entrust their daughter to them so that they could dance.

Somehow he ended up dancing with Alex but he was rather unfocused as he was smiling at Minta, who was being Jin's partner, as Sun claimed that she wanted to spend sometime with Esther.

"Sayid, Sayid!" Alex had to call twice before he focused his attention on her.

"Sorry, Alex," he apologized quickly. "What is it?"

"Were you looking at her? Minta, your wife." She found herself saying the word without chocking, maybe what she felt was a simply attraction, nothing more.

"I love her!" Sayid declared out, this was naturally not the first time he had done so. "I love her so much that she is my whole world!" he was aware that he was a bit loud but he didn't really care, he never once did when he say that he love Minta. "I love her!"

Laughing Minta abandoned her partner and ran to him, in response he swept into his arms and kissed her passionately.

"You are always like that, Sayid." She giggled, touching his face lovingly. "But I forgive you this time, unlike that one time at church."

At this Sayid joined her in her merriment, one time, her birthday had fall on Sunday and somehow he ended up shouting how much he love her in the middle of the pastor's sermon. He still remember the way the whole room had been completely silent as everyone was staring at them, Minta was bright red and was holding her bible right next to her face, as if she wanted to paste it there. Then his pastor started laughing, which was naturally joined by everyone else. At the end of that sermon everyone had teased the two of them by asking them to set a day for a wedding.

"I really love you," Sayid whispered, holding her in his arms tightly. "I think I started loving you since that day when we first met."

Flashback

Taking a deep breath he turned to face his first class, thanks to his friend from church he was now a maths teacher in this school. As he looked at his students' clothing he wander whether he dressed too loosely, even though there were one or two students who dressed very smartly in generally the cloths on his students seemed exactly like his cloths.

He had no idea about what to wear, and since he just quit the army he didn't want to dress so strict, but now it seems that he went over the top in the other direction.

Well, it was too late to do anything about it, he could hardly dismiss his first class with the excuse of wanting to rush home and change.

The first thing to do, he recalled, was to introduce myself and then do the roll. Determinedly, he began to do so.

"My name is Sayid Daniel," he wrote this word on the blackboard, breathing in relief when he made no mistake in writing his name in English, until now he usually wrote in Arabic and the last name Daniel was completely new.

Doing the roll was no easy feat either as he pronounced many student's name wrong but for some names it was honestly not his fault, how were you suppose to pronounce a name that looked as if it had a bunch of a's together?

At least it is the second to last name, Sayid thought as he tried to get the words together without making that big a fool of herself.

"Erh…Shaanana? Shaanana Zevachkiah?"

A dark haired girl raise up her hand, she was in cloths that must have cost quite a fortune as even a man like Sayid could distinguish them as fancy.

"Shaanana Zevachkiah," she pronounced it for him, "I'm Jewish, that's my Jewish name. usually I go by my American name, it's Mandy."

The way she spoke made Sayid felt as if she was the teacher, and he the student, a elementary student on top of that.

The next name looked so familiar that the girl must be related to Mandy.

"Shachariya Zevachkiah? You are Mandy's relative I presume."

"Minta's my twin." Mandy said and strangely, there seemed to be a bitterness to her tone.

Following the hand Sayid was shocked, Minta was compelty different to her sister. Unlike Mandy, she was sitting very far away from her sister, with no one beside her.

She seemed so much frail then her sister, maybe it was because she was huddling against the wall. She was in a dark skirt that had a slightly crooked pattern at the hem, and her top had some brown smudges.

"My name is Minta," she whispered, very shyly she raised her eyes to Sayid.

As their gaze met, she suddenly smiled. The smile was so soft and slight that it was rather hard to notice, especially when she quickly bent her head down.

But Sayid saw it. Smiling himself, he walked up to the board and said once more: "My name is Sayid."

It looked like a simply reintroduction to the rest of the class, but he was really saying it for her.

Author's Note: Today is the first of march so I at least didn't delay it too long. Once again I just like writing fluff even if they might result in out of characterness, but I try to not do so. As usual I want to thank October Sky and Morticia Black Rose for being my only reviewers, review is one of the motivations in writing stuff so if you are reading this then PLEASE REVIEW!

Thank you for reading this and hopefully I'll be back soon!.