I'm Calling, I'm Falling

Warning: Rated for slight gore, smut and strong language

Pairings: Claire/Boone, with some Shannon/Boone and Charlie/Claire

Summary: After the camp is violently attacked by the Others, Boone is left with a Claire in extreme agony and cannot find Shannon anywhere. Claire/Boone, with Shannon/Boone and Charlie/Claire. WARNING: Gore, smut and strong language

CHAPTER ONE

All that filled my ears was the sound of screaming. I did not register it, I had to run. My pulse quickened as my breathing became more and more laboured. But I had to find her. I had to find Shannon.

None of us had seen it coming. No warning. Not even the slightest clue. How had the Others infiltrated us so easily? You would have thought we would have known. You would have thought we'd have a plan.

Boone laid in his tent, daydreaming. About Shannon. He knew it was wrong. She was his step-sister. Family. He was supposed to care about her, but not like this. He wasn't supposed to yearn to touch her. He wasn't supposed to get jealous whenever she dated another man. He wasn't supposed to orgasm when she kissed him and pulled him down on the bed, like that night in the hotel room. No, he certainly wasn't. Yet, step-sisters weren't supposed to fuck their step-brothers either. He wasn't the only one in the wrong. Yet, he was the one who was in love.

He had cared about her in this way for almost as long as he could remember. He had always known he had loved his sister more than his friends loved their siblings, he always knew their relationship was different. Boone guessed she had always known too. She had told him that she knew he loved her. Did she have feelings for him too? He had wondered this on that fatal night in Sydney. It wasn't a sisterly act had she pressed her breasts up against his chest. It wasn't a sisterly act when she kissed him. It certainly wasn't a sisterly act when ripped off his clothes. But, as soon as the sex was over, Boone knew that, to Shannon, it was meaningless. She had told him to forget about it. Nothing happened. And she felt nothing.

He had always known she was twisted. She wasn't necessarily a bad person, Boone just thought her to be lost. Yet, on that night, Boone realised how wicked she could really be. It was bad enough that she had conned so much money out of him, but then sleeping with him, using him like that. He couldn't believe it as soon as it had happened. Yet, when Boone looked back, he realised that he should have known and shouldn't have gone through with it. Now, all that was different, was he was hurting more than he had previously thought possible. The event didn't seem to affect her in the slightest. She still treated him the same: like her slave. This is what he was, really. And the worst part was, Boone enjoyed it. He would forever be her slave, if he had the choice.

That was when Boone had heard it. The screams. The sound of gunfire. The sounds of struggle. Boone had sped from his tent, into No Man's Land. In the dark of the night, it was hard to distinguish faces, but he knew, it was the Others. He could see some of his fellow castaways being dragged away, into the jungle. Some screaming and struggling, some motionless. Some were firing guns at who they thought were the attackers, panicked and their aim extremely off course. Boone ducked to dodge a bullet as it roared over his head and pierced the roof of his tent. Some of the castaways lay on the ground. In the dark of the night, their blood was almost luminous, as it stained their clothes and their faces. Boone knew, he had to get out of here. He had to find Shannon. Where would she be? Was she alright? Was she hurt? Been taken away? Or worse?

Why hadn't someone prepared a plan for if the Others attacked? They had always known that it was a possibility. And now it was happening. No one knew what to do. And the consequences were already devastating.

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