Little Sister
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating: PG
Summary: Boone's head is filled with dreams.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or Serenity.
Author's Note: Based on a request by cilly , who requested a Lost/Serenity crossover with Boone and River. This kind of fits g It's where the muse went. I think I'm the only person so far who is crossing over Lost and Serenity, but they work, at least in my brain. Yay team me!
His dreams were filled with nightmares, but they were more pleasant than his reality.
He dreamed of Earth-That-Was, a place that he'd never seen with his own eyes. He'd read every book and had every single shred of information he could wrangle from the Cortex onto his high-speed source box.
His dreams never made any sense; but that was all right, for his reality made even less.
He dreamed of a place, an island far away from authority and control. A place where life was boiled down simply to wrong and right, alive and dead.
He filled his fantasy with people he'd known, his childhood sweetheart Claire, who he'd kissed under the honeysuckle plants near the playground at recess; the Shepherds Locke and Sayid from the monastery two blocks from his family's estate. His older brother Jack- who had died in the war against the Independents- was there along with his fiancé Kate, who was raising their son Aaron alone. His best friend Sawyer who always seemed to be getting into trouble with the law was on the island; even his dog Vincent- the one who had died nine years ago- made it into his dreams.
Shannon filled his dreams. Shannon was a Companion. They would never be together, never be together the way he dreamed, as a husband and wife. Even if she would leave the guild, an ex-companion did not make a suitable wife in Ariel society.
He dreamed often. He dreamed hard. Whatever they did to him in the chair, it made him dream.
Sometimes he died in his dreams.
He never died in reality. No matter how man needles they stuck in his head, no matter how they cut into him and fiddled around with his insides, he didn't die. He was alive.
Dying would have been a relief.
One day, the tests stopped.
They gave him clothes, clothes without sweat and blood and the goo that covered the ones he'd worn for so long. He had underwear now, and a suit, a suit like the ones in his closet back on Ariel. The doctors gave him food, actual food, not the protein paste with the taste of rosemary to sweeten it. They cut his hair, and he contemplated taking the scissors and plunging them into his head, squish, end game.
After he was clothed, fed, and groomed, they put him in a new room, large and white. He'd never been in here before.
"Boone?" The two men wore blue gloves. "We have a mission for you."
The blue gloves pushed a button and activated a hologram.
The hologram was of a girl, with dark hair and haunting eyes. He recognized the girl. Her name was River. She'd been a student at the Academy, too, a long time ago. It had been a long time since her screams echoed down the hall towards the sleeping quarters.
"She's not dead?"
"Little sister ran a long way away from home." One of the blue gloves said. "Time for big brother to bring her home."