DiorNicole2882 (diornicole2882) wrote in sayid_shannon,

When Choices Are Lost ~ Chapter 6: Break-Out’s & Shoot-Out’s

Title: When Choices Are Lost

Author: DiorNicole

Beta: Faithfulwriter‏

Main Characters: Sayid & Shannon

Minor Characters: Ben, Nadia, & Oceanic 6

Pairings: Sayid & Nadia, Sayid & Elsa, Sayid & Shannon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1932

Disclaimer: Lost is owned by: J.J., Damon Lindelof, Touchstone & ABC. No money being made but after all the work my beta put into this project, I’ll own her money.

Spoilers: Season 1 – 4

Note: AU (Follows Cannon until “The Economist.”)  

Summary: When Choices Are Lost, What Will A Man Do To Get Them Back? (Sayid - Centric)


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Chapter 6 (Sayid POV)


Santa Rosa, California ~ Santa Rosa Mental Health Institute: The Same Day


After Shannon’s abrupt departure, I decided to take anther look around the perimeter to see if I could find any unguarded access points to the Hospital. I found an entrance on the South wing of the Hospital that the staff uses for smoke breaks and the security in this area is very light. Walking back to the car, I notice that the figure still hasn’t returned yet. Twenty minutes later my phone rings.

Looking at the display, I see that it’s Sun. “Sun, are you guys okay?”


“We’re fine, Sayid.” With a sign of relief, Sun continues to talk. “Lucky for us, my friend was planning on leaving the states today for business. He has no problem taking us to Hawaii first. We’re in the air now and be at the safe house in a few hours.” I feel better knowing there safe and on the way. “When should we be expecting you and Hurley?”


“Tomorrow. Sunday at the latest. Be safe.” With that I cut our connection. It’s time to go get Hurley. I check the perimeter once more before I enter the Hospital. As I make my way through the Hospital I wonder how I’m going to convince him that he needs to return to the island.


Hurley will be the hardest to convince; after all he did check himself into a Mental Institute so he would not have to deal with the guilt of leaving the others on the island.


Walking silently towards Hurley’s room I almost miss him sitting in what seems to be an all purpose room. His back is to me and he doesn’t notice me at first. I check the hall once more before I walk over to the window and look outside.


He finally takes his attention away from his checkers game which he’s playing by himself. “Sayid?” Hurley seems surprise to see me but it doesn’t last long before his back to his game.


“Hello, Hurley.” I can already tell that this is going to take a lot of convincing.

Looking at me Hurley say, “I think visiting hours are over, Dude.” I do believe this is his way of telling me to leave.

I start to get an uneasy feeling. I turn so I’m standing next to the window and facing the entrance of the room. I glance outside the window once again. I don’t see anyone but the unease remains. “This isn't a visit. I want you to come with me.”

Hurley finally gives me his undivided attention. “Go where with you?”


Now isn’t the best time to tell him we’re going back to the island. “Someplace safe.”

“And why would I go anywhere with you?” He goes back to his game of checkers. “I haven't seen you in, like, forever.”

“Circumstances have changed Hurley.”

In a laughing tone, “What circumstances?” He doesn’t plan on making this easy at all.

I have a feeling we’re running out of time. “He has had you under detailed surveillance for some time now.”


“What do you mean "he" has had me under detailed surveillance? I haven’t seen anyone new or different around here. And who has been watching me and for what?” I give him a stern looking, clearing letting him know who I’m talking about. “You not talking about W…”


“Don't say it. We're being watched.”


Hurley just gives me a bemused look before he starts to talking again. “Dude, I've been having regular conversations with dead people. The last thing I need now is paranoia.”


“I'm finding paranoia keeps me alive.” It does not surprise me to find out Hurley is talking to the dead. “I’ve been having regular conversations with her for weeks.”


Hurley gives me a sad smile. “Sorry, Dude.” I think I’ve finally reached him. “We're not going back, are we?”

“No.” Well at least not today. “Just somewhere safe.”

“Okay then. Hold on a sec.” I notice Hurley move one last piece on the checker board.


“Checkmate, Mr. Eko.” A few weeks ago I would have thought he was completely crazy and needed to be here in the Hospital. I know differently now.

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We make it to the South wing unnoticed by any hospital staff and hopefully will we can continue to go unnoticed. Once we step through the door I know that’s not going to be possible.

The man from earlier was about to use same door to gain entrance to the Hospital. With one look at us comprehensive dawns on his face. “Sanchez, Jarrah’s here at the Hospital—” I raised my gun and with one shot to the heart, he’s dead.

I can hear Hurley draw in a sharp breath. “Dude, what’s going—”

“Run, Hurley!” As we run across the large field in front of the Hospital I pray that he was alone. Running in the open like this is makes us easy targets. I can hear Hurley breathing heavily behind me but when I turn to check on him, he’s keeping up with me.

As soon as we reach the car we both in and driving away from the hospital in less than a minute. “Dude, what’s going on?” Hurley’s yelling at me.

“He was the man Widmore had here watching you.” I can tell Hurley wants to know more but we don’t have time for that right now. “Once we’re safe I’ll explain everything but right now we need to get to Nevada.” He makes no comment so I take that to mean he’s going to trust me. For the moment anyway.


I see headlights up ahead and my unease from earlier returns in full force. I have a feeling we’re about to meet who ever was on the phone. “Hurley, get the gun from the black bag in the back seat.”

I can see him looking between the car and me. “You know, maybe they’re not after us, Dude.” He still hasn't made a move to get the gun. “They probably just ride right past us. Yeah, that's right. They’re not even thinking about us.” I believe Hurley is about to go into shock.


“Hurley.” My tone is my firm but I hope it will calm him back down. “I need your help. You're right they might not be after us but it's also a chance that they are. So please… remove the gun from my bag.”


“Okay, I can do this.” Hurley keeps repeating to himself as he reaches into the back. The car is at the point where it's about to pass us and I hope maybe Hurley's right. The car passes us and quickly makes a u-turn. “They’re following us.”


“I know Hu—” And before I can finish my sentence bullets start hitting the car. I pick up speed and swerve hoping to miss some of the bullets.


“They’re shooting at us!” There’s a loud explosion when several bullets hit the back window. “What are we going to do?” Hurley’s hyperventilating now.


“You’re going to calm down, get the gun and start shooting. Now!” I’m practically yelling at him now. That seems to do the job. Hurley finally gets the gun and starts to return fire. “Aim for the tires.”


We’re almost at the highway when I feel a pinch on my arm. I know it’s a bullet but we can’t stop now. Hurley fires two more shoots and the person driving the other car loses control and slams into a tree. We finally make it to the highway and without stopping I make a left heading towards Nevada. “You did very well, Hurley.”


I’ve been driving for forty-five minutes before he says anything. “We going back aren’t we?”

“Yes, we’re going back.” I think he can handle and deserves the truth now. “It’s either go back with us or go back with Widmore. An as you just saw, he really doesn’t care which way we go back.”

“It’s okay Dude, I believe you. So where is this someplace safe and how are we getting there?” The pain in my arm has gone from a pinch to fire running up an down my arm but we having to keep driving. “Sayid, you’re bleeding. Pull over and let me drive.”

Without comment, I find somewhere to pull over. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“You needed to remain calm until we were safe.” As we switch sides, I hope that we are safe. There hasn’t been anyone following us since we left the hospital. I wished we could changes cars but it would take to long to find a replacement. It’s dark so hopefully no one will notice the shattered window.

“Do we need to stop so you can see a doctor?” I shake my head no. It hurts like hell but we can’t take any chances. “So, where are we headed?” I’d forgotten Hurley was unaware of our destination.

“Red Rock, Nevada. There’s a small airport there Shannon told me about. Apparently, an ex-boyfriend owns an airplane and will be willing to fly us to Hawaii if the price is right.” Hurley has an amuse smile on his face. I choose to ignore it and continue talking. “The directions are behind the visor.”

I remove one of my tee-shirts from my backpack to wrap my arm with. Once I wrap my arm, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It’s been an extremely long day and I think it’s finally catching up with me.

I feel a soft breeze on my face and I know Shannon’s with me. “Go to sleep. Everything’s going to be fine.” With that I close my eyes and let sleep overtake me.


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Red Rock, Nevada ~ Empty Parking Lot: Four Hours Later


“Sayid, wake up we’re here.” I feel Hurley shake me slightly. When I open my eyes I expect airplanes and hangers but instead all I see is an empty lot. I turn and look at Hurley waiting for an explanation. “Dude the windows busted, I’m still wearing my Hospital gown and theirs dried blood all over your shirt.” These are all valid observations. “I found the airport and it’s only about ten minutes from here. We can change and walk back.”

“You are correct. I brought you some clothes and I hope they be okay.” We both get out the car so we can change clothes. I tell Hurley that he will need to wipe down the car so it will not be traced back to us. Half an hour later with Hurley carrying the bulk of our stuff we set out for the airport.

A short time later we’re standing in front of Fallston Private Airfields. We walk towards the only building we see. Once we enter the building there’s one man sitting at a desk reading a magazine. He looks up at us but says nothing.

“We’re here to see Brad Atkinson.”

“Brad’s not in right now. He took some people on a week long trip. Should be back next week some time.” My feelings are caught between relief and dread. Relief that I don't have to meet Shannon's ex and dread of not knowing how we're going to get to Hawaii. I know Shannon wouldn't send us here for no reason at all. "Names Ken. Where you trying to go?"


"We need need to get to Hawaii today.”


“That'll cost $20,000.” Ken tells us the price as if it will change our minds. The price is less expensive than I would have thought. I open the bag I'm carrying and remove the money. Ken's eyes grow wide “That will not be a problem. When do we leave?”


“Give me an hour.”


TBC..............................Enter Lost Music


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