Hi fellow LOSTies! I thank each of you who've commented on my one shots "I'm Not Ready To Die", "There Is No Easy Way To Say This" and "You're To Blame" but I've decided to delete them and put them all in a short 'multi' chapter story. I feel like there's even more potential to get out of them this way.

I really hope you'll like it!

Warning: Character death.

Disclaimer: I do not own LOST, its characters or any of the plot line.

PART 1 - I'm Not Ready To Die

Boone had fallen in and out of concious every minute for the past few hours and was finally coming together when he heard a horrible sound. It sounded like metal met metal in a way that metal shouldn't be met in.

The next second, he felt his leg lie between the two pieces of metal, and he saw Jack holding the handle, apparantly ready to pull it down on his leg any second. Why? He didn't really know.

"Wait." Boone managed to choke out. Jack turned his head around to look at Boone. "Wait." He said again, why on earth wsa he going to pull that shit down on his leg?

"I have to." Jack said, his breathe was fast and out of order. "If I don't.."

"I'm all messed up inside." An almost unbearable pain coursed through his body. "You know it." It even became harder to breathe, to talk.

"This is our best chance."

"There is no chance." Boone said, looking around him. Some of the things coming from his mouth was impossible to hear, and Jack had to listen carefully to understand. "Really, I mean.. look where we are."

"I'm not going to let you give up." Jack shook his head, he had never been good with patients who died under his care. He felt like he failed them, by not being able to make them better, to save them. And Boone wasn't an exception.

"I know you made a promise. I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go, Jack." Boone's breaths were getting raspy, making his words come out slow and sloppy.

Jack fell down on his knees beside Boone, staring in front of him. Tears welled in his eyes, making his sight slightly blrry. This was not how this was suppose to go. Boone was suppose to be okay.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Boone says. Even if this wasn't what he had hoped for when he climbed into that plane, hoping to get them all rescued, and even if he wasn't ready to die, he had accepted that he was in fact going to. Even if they did amputate his leg, like Jack was going to, he wouldn't survive. His insides were ruined, beyond saving. There was no miracles left for him, his was used when he survived the crash.

In his last moments, which he knew had come, Boone reflected on his life. There wasn't really anything he had done in his life that he regretted. He had experienced a lot of things. He had a business of his own and was a successful, wealthy man. He could do whatever he wanted. But one thing he would have wanted to experience, which he hadn't, and wouldn't be able to, was to have a family someday. He wanted a life to share with someone, and he wanted a little daughter.

Pain coursed through his body suddenly, giving Boone a sign that his body was shutting down. There was one thing he wanted to do before he died. She had to know. Boone took one final look at Jack, holding his gaze..

"Tell Shannon.." Pause. He took a deep breath and tried again, "Tell Shannon.. Tell.."

Silence. Tears escaped Jack's eyes and rolled down on his cheeks. He reached forward, putting his hands over Boone's eyes, closing them. He silently prayed for Boone to rest in peace, he deserved that.

Jack sat there for a moment, before pulling himself together and walked away from the caves. It had been more than enough for one night, he would deal with the rest later.

Thoughts? Be kind & review :)