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Fate. When Charlie had first written that on his hand, there had been no reason. No specific meaning. It was just something he did. Maybe because that plane crashing was fate. It had to be. The fact that forty-eight surviving such a crash was fate. But it was only now that he realized what it really meant. His deep blue eyes gazed over to where Sayid and Shannon sat on the sandy white beach, talking in whispers, sneaking innocent kisses and looks of romance at every chance they could. Who would have thought? Shannon was a spoiled brat who expected the world delivered to her on a golden platter. Sayid was a former Iraqi soldier who yearned

A painful, ear-shattering scream was enough to wake everyone at the beach, no matter who it was. Sawyer sat up with a jolt. It was probably Shannon; screaming after a bug at touched her body. But it didn't sound like Shannon. He froze for about a second as he grabbed the gun he had hidden from underneath a pile of clothes he had collected. It had sounded like Kate. He got up, running toward the beach where a group of others had gathered. His eyes instinctively scanned for Kate, but she was no where in sight. "What happened?" someone from the group asked. "Someone was attacked." Michael said. Sure enough, spots of blood tinged the otherwise