Boone knew he was a lot of things; stubborn, impulsive, sometimes a bit rash. He also knew he had a tendency to care too much for things he shouldn't. But, the one thing no one could call him was a bad brother. Would a bad brother drive through a thunder storm to pick up Shannon when her boyfriend dumped her after prom? Would a bad brother personally carry around a spare inhaler in his jacket pocket for when Shannon lost hers? Would a bad brother show up at his ass of a stepfather's funeral just because he knew Shannon needed him?
Of course not. Yes, Boone knew he was a lot of things, but he was not a bad brother. Yet here was Shannon, standing in front of him in the Oceanic airport, screaming about how awful of a brother he was for not getting them first class tickets on 815.
"They were sold out!" he cried in exasperation. "What do you expect me to do? Steal two tickets from someone?"
"Yes!" she pouted with her arms across her chest.
Boone rolled his eyes as they made their way over to the airport's restaurant. "Do you always have to be so difficult?"
"I am not being difficult! If you would just get us first class tickets…!"
"There are none left, Shannon! If you want to go steal one, be my guest."
"Fine. Maybe I will."
Boone snorted. "Yeah; maybe if you pretend your boyfriend is abusing you, he'll just give them to you."
Shannon glared at his reference to her conning him out of money. "You're such a jerk!"
He heaved a sigh. "Whatever you say, Shannon."
She huffed angrily when they reached the restaurant. "Great. There are no seats left. Just like in first class."
"Well, maybe we would have gotten here sooner if you had stopped complaining," he grabbed an empty seat at a table being used by a couple. "Can I take this?"
"Of course," the man said.
"No. I don't want to eat here. Let's just go," Shannon said stubbornly.
"Shannon…!" Boone complained.
"Let's go, Boone!"
He sighed and let go of the chair, following her out. "If we had gotten there earlier…"
"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy flirting with other guys, we would have!"
Boone often enjoyed the idea of strangling Shannon when she acted like this. Especially recently. But he would never do it. Because Boone was a good brother.
Shannon hated flying. It made her nervous and triggered her asthma. She began to hyperventilate as the plane was taking off, frantically searching for her missing inhaler.
Boone reached into his pocket and passed her the spare. Because he was a good brother.
When the plane went down, Shannon passed out. Before even doing his own, he fastened on her oxygen mask.
Yes, there were a lot of things you could call Boone Carlyle. But a bad brother wasn't one of them.
(Note: I wrote this during my free time in a few classes today… opinions are appreciated. I was in the mood to write about Boone, because I really, really miss him. Is it any good?)