Flash
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't know the folks who own it, yadda, yadda, yadda.
AN: I just started watching Lost last week, and I finally reached the end of the fifth disk...only to have one of my favorite characters, Boone, die. Although I've never seen the episode where Shannon (another of my favorites) dies, I know that she is shot by Ana Lucia (whoever that is), and, as I bawled my eyes out, I wrote this. It was the only thing I could do to make myself feel a little better. So here it is, my first ever Lost fic. Enjoy.
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They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Shannon's life hadn't flashed before her eyes as she felt the bullet from Ana Lucia's gun enter her. Only one moment had, and only one feeling. She saw the moment that she had seen Boone dead. That one instant, the single most defining moment of her life. It was the moment she realized that she had lied to Sayid just hours before. She loved Boone. Always had. Always would. She had loved him even more than he had loved her, she had just had her own stupid beliefs about right and wrong. She had known, on some level, that she loved Boone, but she had pushed that knowledge down, farther down than she had even pushed the knowledge of his love for her. She hadn't accepted it as possible, because she had always thought of him as her brother. Possibly even forced herself to think of him as her brother because she was too terrified of what she felt for him, pure love. She used him to stamp the feelings down farther. Then she had barely talked to him before he died. When she had told Sayid that she didn't have the same feelings for Boone that he had for her, she had believed that to be the truth. And she knew that now, even if she'd never shared it with anybody.
As her body arced back and hit the ground, she saw Boone's face. Bloody, and still, and she felt the overwhelming love she had felt for him fill her. She tried to fill her mind with rage, with anger at Ana for killing her, she wanted to give Sayid at least that, but she couldn't. She could only make herself thankful, relieved. She was going to a place where a marriage in this world didn't mean anything. A place where she could express her love, and stop running from it. She didn't feel the pain, her mind was numbed to the outside world. She was going to Boone.