Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of its characters.
Boone was searching through the wreckage, looking for his and Shannon's belongings. It was getting late, the light was fading quickly and he knew he needed to find it all before night came. He'd already managed to find most of Shannon's Versace suitcases, but there were still two missing, as well as his own small, budget, single travel case.
Grabbing an overturned passenger seat that had broken free from the plane, he lifted it up to check underneath.
A plain black suitcase greeted him.
With a sudden burst of excitement, he pushed the seat aside and checked the little tag attached to the handle. His name was printed, in his own neat hand, along with all the necessary contact details. God, he was predictable.
He couldn't believe it, he had found his belongings.
His fingers wrapped around the handle as he lifted it from the sand, inspecting it for damage. The case was in perfect condition, except for a few scratches and scrapes.
He turned to take it back to where he had left Shannon with her luggage, but paused. His gaze fell to the suitcase in his hands, then moved up to spot Shannon's reclining form, some ways up the beach, then back down again.
He turned around and, with all the strength he could muster, threw the black bag out into the water. His aim must have been pretty good, the case appeared to be caught in a rip as it was slowly dragged out into the deep blue infinity.
Boone looked back at Shannon, an almost-smile creeping onto his face. His last ties with his own conflicted reality gone, he continued down the beach, searching for her last two bags.