Title: The Game
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Spoilers: Hearts and Minds, Do No Harm
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters from LOST. I wish I did though because I would never have done what J.J. and Damon chose to
Note: This story takes place near the end of Do No Harm as Shannon looks at Boone's body. It is darker and sadder than my previous Shoone stories. I'll always love Shoone. It was my main reason to watch the show and I am heartbroken over what happened.
The Game
You sit and stare at the body before you, so peaceful and still.
There are no happy memories for you. Not at this moment when the pain clouds your mind, devastating the very heart you had denied him. The blows you dealt to his own heart so cruelly match the wounds that cover his poor battered body.
You remember the look in his eyes after you had stopped Bryan from attacking him. Those blue eyes were filled with blame and you knew that you had hurt him worse than any angry hand ever could.
You pray for his eyes to open and look at you again even if they are filled with anger or hate. You just want them to open so you can see the clearness of their blue and the love always so closely hid when he looks at you.
His eyes stay closed.
You touch his body and it is cold.
You remember the heat of it as you allowed him to have you. Oh how he had loved you then. How much you had wanted it though you would not let him know, the closeness to him. His lips on yours, his hands holding you, loving you with a passion and tenderness, a fierce love no other man you would ever meet could equal.
You had made it a defeat for him. A game just like the one you played with those men you hadn't truly cared about. A game to trick him into bringing the money but more importantly to rescue you and take you away with him. So you had turned making love to him into just another game, though you had done it willingly. Just another chance you had to triumph over him, leaving him vulnerable.
The weapon you used so brutally against him was always the very love he felt for you; A love you secretly felt proud to possess. But you hid that well too for you couldn't let him know your own frailty though you knew his so completely. Love was a weakness and you could never admit to such a fault. You had to win.
How many games had you created with the intention to be the victor? And now all the victories, the times you had managed to control him and force him into playing your game, have become null and void. Did you realize that the prize you always wanted was the very opponent you had defeated? The object of the game is gone, stolen from you maybe forever. The game is over and you have lost.