Authors Note: Just a small one-shot with the same idea as '10 things I hate about you' but with Boone reflecting on all the things he hates about Shannon. Except it isn't 10 things and it isn't a poem. Just an idea that popped into my head in the bath.

All the things I hate about you.

I hate the way you look at me. How your mouth curls into a sneer whenever you say my name. How your eyes hold no warmth for me, your saviour.

I hate the way you sit around like you own the world. I hate it when you laugh as people scamper around, so willing to do whatever you say. You manipulate and control and I hate that you never think you're wrong.

I hate your flirty ways, how you look at every man for what he can give you.

I hate how, whenever I try to be kind, you throw it back at me. I hate that I never matter to you and you would listen more to strangers than me.

I hate all the years that we shared a house. All the years we lived together as brother and sister.

I hate that you treated me like an outsider. How you always looked at me with such spite, like I was the one who threw you from the pedestal your father held you on for all those years.

I hate the way I always come running when you ask. How I would die and thousand deaths to find you and keep you safe.

I hate the way you used the newest flavour of the month to make me jealous. How you always craved my attention but were too proud to ask for it.

I hate the way that all those men were allowed to touch you like I wanted you. Hold you how I dreamt of doing. Kissed those lips I craved every second I breathed.

I hate the fact that you look like such an angel when you sleep. The cruel scowl is wiped from your face and you like so peaceful.

I hate how beautiful you are, so beautiful I want to cry knowing I can never have you the way I want.

I hate how much you hate me, and how much it breaks my heart that you do.

I hate what you told everyone on this island. I hate you for taking away that chance for a new start, to be the way we should be.

I hate this island for I'm damned to live here everyday knowing the pain of not having.

I hate how easily Sayid can love you, while I am left in the dark.

But most of all, I hate the fact that I don't hate you, not one bit. Not at all.

I love you. And that is the greatest hate of all.