Author's Note: First time I've written for Lost, but hopefully not the last. Spoilers for "The End."
Shannon couldn't put the feeling into words; it was something intangible, some sort of spark flickering between the two of them. She hadn't felt anything like it in so long - too long.
The last time had been on the island, that damned island, the island that brought the two of them together, the blessed island, the place she - okay, so it was more damned than blessed. She felt herself tumbling back into memories of that life, memories she had forgotten until his hand touched hers.
Even after her and Sayid were no longer touching, and simply sharing a private glance every now and then, she felt the spark lingering between them. It was all in the way his eyes flicked over her, almost as though he was trying to memorize how she looked for fear he'd forget. She wouldn't let him forget, though, if she had any say.
"Are you ready to leave?" he asked her, his voice just above a whisper, the brilliant white light shining in some distant corner of their vision, "Everyone else has already left."
She could only find herself nodding in reply and grasping his hand in hers. "I'm ready."