Disclaimer; I don't own Lost or the song, Shall Not Walk Alone

Kate looked out at the ocean as the sun rose sending strikes of golds and pinks across the still dark and starry sky.

"Care to tell me why you always seem to be up now?" Jack said as he stood beside her.

"Always was an early riser, but mostly to see this," she meant the sunrise, "kind makes me forget what out there, least for a little while."

Jack stood there watching her for a while just admiring her beauty. The fading stars still shone in her eyes, a soft breeze blowing her curly hair, and the light of the rising sun giving her an angelic glow.

"It's been two days Jack," she said softly causing him to blink and come out of his trance like state, "since he left."

"He'll come back, once he finds what his looking for," he told her. His hand barely brushed hers, they both felt a pleasant jolt from it and he had to resist taking hers in his but he didn't break contact, neither did she. "He is a trained soldier he knows how to take care of himself."

Kate nodded smiling a little, his voice always reassured her. They stood there in silence for a while hands still touching as the watched the sun's slow ascent in to the heavens.

A gospel song her high school choir sang started to play in Kate's mind and she softly began to sing it.

"Battered and torn,

still I can see the light.

Tattered and worn,

but I must kneel to fight."

Jack smiled when she started to sing, she had lovely speaking voice, but her singing voice was amazing like he thought it would be. He knew the song and couldn't help but sing the chorus with her.

"When my legs no longer carry,
and the warm wind chills my bones.
I reach for Mother Mary,
and I shall not walk alone."

Kate smiled as he sang with her, and kept smiling after they had finished the song.

"You've got an amazing voice, Kate," he smiled back her.

"Not so bad yourself," she blushed.

Sayid knelt on one knee as he examined a cable that trailed in the jungle. He stood up and began to fallow it. He stopped having spotted a trip wire, he carefully stepped over it. He was about to take another step when he felt a sharp tug on his left leg and the next thing he knew he was hanging upside down by his ankle.

He swung on the rope and tried to reach his bag that he had drop, it had a knife in it. He swore softly under his breath, he couldn't reach it. He was about to see if he could flip right-side and I shall not walk alone up again and try to remove the rope when he heard movement nearby.

"Hello?" he called.

He then fell to the ground less than a second after a knife had cut the rope holding him up. He saw someone move toward him but his vision blurred and everything when dark.

"Where is Alex?" this question filtered in to Sayid's foggy mind as he started to wake up. He blinked slowly he could see a shadow of woman in front of him, his eyes focus and he looked around he was lying on a metal bed frame.

"Where am I? Who are you?" he asked her but she just looked at him coldly.

"Where is Alex?" she repeated, she had a rather heavy French accent.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Sayid tensed as an electric charge shot through his body. His body as reflex tried to move away from what had electrocuted him but leather straps held his wrist above his head and chains where wrapped around his feet holding them down.

"Where is Alex?" the woman repeated.

"Please listen" Sayid start wanting to explain how he got on the island and that he did know an Alex when she asked again.

"Where is Alex?"

"I don't know any Alex," Sayid says and gets shocked again, "stop," he asks but couldn't help but remember when he had been an interrogator for the Iraq Republic Guard. A man had asked the same of him while he was being tortured but Sayid didn't, it was his job to get answers.

"I keep telling you I don't know who Alex is! I'm a survivor of a plane crash. I found a wire on the beach, I followed it. I thought it might have something to do with the transmission we picked up on our receiver. A mayday that's been on a loop for 16 years." Sayid said quickly before he was shocked again.

"Has it really been 16 years?" the woman said a bit in awe as she stepped out of the shadows.

"You, you sent the signal," Sayid said.

"You just happened to hear my distress call? I know what you are." She spoke angrily as she approached him holding a rifle at her side; she then quickly struck him with the butt of the rifle, knocked him.

Sayid came to again he could see the woman behind what looked like a net; she was going through his bag and wasn't paying attention to him. He looked around and spoted a jacket on it was the name Rousseau.

"Rousseau," Sayid read the name. The woman looks up from the bag at him.

"How do you know my name?" she asked moving a little ways toward him holding a envelope that she had taken from his bag.

"I read it on the jacket, there," he nodded his head toward the direction. "what is this place? How are you powering the transmission, those batteries couldn't have powered it this long?"

"It broadcasts from somewhere else, but they control it now."

"They?" he asked puzzled

"You, you and the others," she told him.

"I don't know who you keep saying I am but I can tell you that I'm.."
"Sayid?" she interrupted him.

"How do you know my name?" he asked the tables turned.

She held up the manila envelope with his name on it, she then took a picture of a lovely Iraqi woman out of it.

"My name was on a jacket, yours on an envelope you carry. Who is she?"

"Nadia," Sayid said sadly, "her name was Nadia."

"Tell me more about her."

"If you agree to tell me your story," Sayid bargained.

Rousseau thought about this for a while then agreed and Sayid began to tell her.

"We knew each other as children, and we became close before I joined the Iraqi republican guard. I was a soldier for many years before she died, I wasn't told how. A short time after her death myself and several others were captured by American troops. It was from a sergeant with them that I learned how Nadia had really died. She, along with many other innocent families, had been killed in an aerial bombing by the guard. She was murdered by the very people I trusted and worked with."

Sayid said nothing after that and Rousseau didn't either for a while.

"I want to show you something," she said in an almost whisper then moved away behind the net. When she returned she was carrying a small box, "It's a music box, but it's broken. It has been for a long time. It was a gift from my love for our anniversary."

"Alex?"

"Robert. This was such a comfort to me in the first few years here." She looked down at the box she held as though it was the most fragile thing in the world.

"I could fix it for you. I could take a look at it," Sayid said softly seeing the pain and love in the woman's eyes as she looked at the box. Rousseau looked up at him, "I'm very good with mechanical things. I need my hands."

She moved to a table and placed the music box on in it gently before picking up a syringe.

"What are you doing?" Sayid asked her as she filled the needle. "You don't have to do this." She was walked slowly over to him and quickly stuck him with the needle and everything went dark.

When Sayid woke up again he was sitting in a chair his had laying on a desk, he jumped up but chains kept him from standing fully and he fell back in the chair. He look to his right to see Rousseau watching him.

"Sorry about the sedative," she said.

Sayid's gaze traveled farther to the right to look behind him, he could see some maps on a table.

"It was the only safe way for me to move you," she told him then looked at him as if studying him. "You offered to fix my music box after all I've done to you; striking you, shocking you. Why?"

"Do you want me to fix your music box, or don't you?" Sayid asked her.

"Yes. Yes, please," she said standing up.

"I want to know your name. Your first name." Sayid clarified as he began to look at the box.

"Danielle. My name is Danielle," she told him knowing what he would ask next.

"And how did you come to be on this Island, Danielle?"

Danielle sighed softly as she walked to sit facing away from him. "We were part of a science team. Our vessel was 3 days out of Tahiti when our instruments malfunctioned. It was night, a storm, the sounds. The ship slammed into rocks, ran aground, the hull breached beyond repair. So, we made camp, dug out this temporary shelter. Temporary. Nearly 2 months we survived here, 2 months before…"

"Your distress signal? The message I heard, you said, 'It killed them all.'"

"We were coming back from the Black Rock. They sent it after us."

"Who were they?"

"The Others," she told him pacing slowly now.

"What others? What is the Black Rock?" he asked his voice rising slightly then quieter he asked, "have you seen other people on this Island?"

"No, but I hear them. Out there, in the jungle. They whisper." She looked back at him now and could see the sympathy in his eyes, "you think I'm insane."

Sayid shook his head slowly, "no, I think you've been alone for too long."

The rest of the time passed in silence before the soft musical notes of the box fill the cabin.

"You see, some things can be fixed," he told her smiling.

"Thank you," she got up from where she had been sitting and walked over to him, gingerly taking the precious box back. "Thank you so much. Thank you so much," was all she could say as she watched the tiny figures dance in the box.

"Danielle, please let me go."

"Go?" she repeated not understanding the request.

"Back to the people I told you about."

"You can't," she shook her head. "You have to stay. It's not safe."

"Not safe, what's not safe?"

"You need me!" she said forcefully, "you can't leave."

"Danielle..." Sayid started but was interrupted by the growls from somewhere outside the cabin. Danielle put the music box down gently and grabbed a rifle and a bag as she quickly head to the entrance way in the roof of the small shelter.

"Where are you going?" Sayid asked as she moved the growling continued outside.

"If we're lucky, it's one of the bears," she lifted the hatch up slowly looking around before opening it fully.

"If we're lucky? It might be that thing out there, the beast," he told her as she looked back at him."

"Then I guess we weren't so lucky," she said then was gone.

"Danielle," he called but she didn't come back. His guess fell on the second rifle that was in the corner. He grabbed a screwdriver from the desk and hurriedly began to undo his chains.

He grabbed a carton the bullet and placed them in his pocket then quickly folded the maps and charts on the table before placing them in his pack. He slung that over his shoulder and grabbed the remaining rifle before hurrying up the ladder after her. Sayid however had neglected to grad the photo of Nadia from the desk.

Danielle carefully scanned the jungle around as she cautiously moved on the rifle raised ready to fire.

"Put the gun down, Danielle." Sayid says from behind her, she turned to look at him, "put it down on the ground."

She turned completely now the gun lowered at the ground. She looked carefully at the rifle Sayid still has trained on her.

"The firing pin has been removed," she said softly.

Sayid looks at her confused then at the rifle he is holding, he checked and she's right there was no firing pin. He was holding a useless gun; he tossed it on the ground

"I can't let you go. Don't you understand, to have someone to talk to."

Sayid could see the desperation and the loneliness in her eyes as she spoke.

"Come back with me," he offered.

"What?"

"I know what it's like to hold on to someone. I've been holding on to Nadia's photograph for the past 7 years. But the more I hold on, the more I pull away from those around me. The only way out of this, this place, is with their help." As he spoke he move slowly closer to her, she turned away ad knelt on the ground. Tears had started to form in her eyes, Sayid knelt beside her and continued speaking, "come with me." She shook her head, "you don't have to be alone, Danielle."

She gentle placed a hand on his shoulder then suddenly stood up and walked away from him as he watched her. She looked over her shoulder at him as he slowly stood up.

"Your people, the ones you're determined to get back to, watch them, keep them close."

"Danielle," Sayid called after, she stopped walking but didn't turn around, "who is Alex?"

"Alex was my daughter," she said sadly then left him.

Sayid begins his walk back the beach, he listened the wind as blew gentle through the leaves and to the birds as the chirped happily in the tree tops. He had finally moved on after 7 years of mourning and he felt good for it. As he listened he noticed another sound, the sound of whispering.