Authors Note: I must say that I'm surprised that I haven't seen any Sayid/Nadia pairings yet. Though I am rather proud for this to be one to be the first… or one of the first anyway…

Sayid:

Then I'm going to hurt you.

Nadia:

I know.

Nadia found herself thrown out of her chair as Sayid slapped her hard across the face. She landed chest-first on the cold cement floor, supporting herself with her hands as Sayid stood over her. Nadia didn't look up at him, and she didn't need nor want to. She knew what she would be greeted with. She couldn't bear to look at Sayid's stone-cold expression.

"Will you tell me what you know?" He asked, his voice devoid of all possible emotion. Nadia didn't respond, and she didn't move from where she lay. If she had to go through this, then she would go through with this in silence. Nadia wouldn't allow these horrible men to hear or watch her break down.

Sayid reached down and seized the back of Nadia's dress, tugging the woman to her feet. Shoving her against the wall, he pinned her arms behind her back so that she couldn't try to push him away. Sayid leaned in so that his mouth was right next to her ear.

"Nadia," He whispered in an almost desperate voice. "I don't want to hurt you, but you're making it pretty hard not to. I'm giving you one last chance; Tell me what you know."

"I'm sorry Sayid," Nadia said, her voice slightly muffled against the wall. "I won't." Nadia didn't need to see Sayid to know that there was a pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry too." Sayid suddenly pulled back, taking Nadia with him. He let go and took a step back, paused, and then punched Nadia hard in the face. She stumbled back, her hair falling into disarray and obscuring her pretty features. Sayid regretted what he now had to do to Nadia, but it was his duty to both himself and his country. He had no choice. If Sayid were to refuse to interrogate Nadia in this fashion, not only would they both be killed, but so would their families. Sayid could not allow that to happen.

He hesitated as Nadia struggled to regain her balance, then moved forward and struck her again, slamming her against the wall. Nadia bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain, and slumped against the wall, tired already.

"Why are you being so gentle, Sayid?" She asked. "Your friends did worse to me the last time I was interrogated." Sayid ignored the question and launched an array of punches at Nadia's face. She made an attempt to shield her face from the blows, but her hands were just knocked away. Several welts rose on Nadia's cheeks, along with a myriad of cuts and bruises. Sayid was tougher than she presumed. He certainly wasn't the little boy she used to push into the mud in grade-school.

The punches began to increase in both speed and strength, making Nadia even more desperate to get away from Sayid. She pulled backwards as quickly as she could, scrambling back until she was pressed against the wall. Nadia was so preoccupied with her injuries that she didn't see Sayid stand up and approach her.

Sayid began to kick her wherever he could reach her; in her stomach, her arms, her chest, everywhere. Nadia attempted to shove Sayid away, pushing away his leg and crawling out of the way and standing up again. Sayid approached her and punched Nadia so hard that she tripped over the chair, slamming her head with a frightful bang against the hard floor.

Sayid stood, stunned, staring at Nadia for a moment as she groaned on the floor. Nadia swallowed hard, waiting for another barrage of punches to befall her. She remained perfectly still, even though her head throbbed with pain.

That was when something unexpected happened.

Nadia heard Sayid walking towards her again, and she tensed for the oncoming blows, when the footsteps stopped. A hand brushed through her hair in a loving manner. Nadia tried to lift her head to look at Sayid, but felt that she could only raise it halfway. She felt Sayid's arms wrap around her and lift her carefully into a sitting position.

Nadia avoided eye contact with Sayid, somewhat frightened as to what expression he would have on his face. It was always calm before the storm. Sayid carefully lifted her chin so that her eyes were level with his. His eye held a compassion that Nadia had never seen before. He slowly caressed her cheek with his hand, his face hovering a few inches from hers.

Slowly, he bridged the gap between their faces with a kiss. It was fairly gentle, suitable of the Sayid that Nadia had once known. She was tense and surprised for the first few seconds of the kiss, but steadily, Nadia relaxed. Eventually, she began to kiss him back, returning the same affection he showed her.

After a few seconds, they broke apart for air. Nadia's leaned forward and rested her forehead against Sayid's. She flicked her dark eyes up to meet his, gradually steadying her breathing. Sayid wrapped an arm around Nadia's waist and pulled her closer to him.

This time, the kiss was more passionate, more deeper than the previous one had been. Sayid's arm, still around Nadia's waist, was relaxing and tightening alternately as the session reached its pique.

Once everything had slowed down again, they pulled apart for the last time. Nadia stared into the dark orbs that served as Sayid's eyes, trying to find out why that little make-out session had occurred.

"I'm still not telling you anything," She whispered into his ear. Sayid paused, but then nodded.

"I didn't think so." He replied softly, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "I don't like hurting you Nadia." He added.

"Then don't." Nadia whispered. She saw unfathomable sadness in Sayid's eyes.

"I won't. But you know that that means someone else will." He said. "And they won't be as gentle as I have been."

"It still won't hurt as much if it's done by someone I don't love." Nadia leaned forward, resting her head onto Sayid's shoulder, willing the hurt to go away.

Fin