Everyone Has Their Routines
Disclaimer - Despite my begging & pleading, somehow, I still don't own Lost.....
Dedication - baileymag : You gave me the sparatic little bit about how Boone could be all "Hello? Shannon! He beat me up!" and all that jazz. Spurred an idea.Go you! dances and sing-songs You get a dedication! You get a dedication! .............. Ok, I'll stop now. LOL!
Notes - Not a one-shot anymore. Someone mentioned in a review that I should continue and, well, a little idea ran through my head after a random IM with a freind (DUH! She got a dedication, hello?) . This might not make complete sense, but I figure I'll do my best with it. grinAlso, the rating was upped because of Boone's mouth. (Yes. I decided that he can be mouthy and curse quite the lot when...well....you'll see.....)

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Everyone Has Their Routines - Ch 2
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I can't believe this. There is no fucking way that I saw that happen just last night. But I did. I was there. I saw it. I just can't believe it. I guess that, in part, it's because I like to have this....innocent persona around her since she's my sister, but I still don't see how--why--she would condesended herself to such a low standing point to do this! And with him? What the fuck is going on in her brain? Appearantly, nothing. There's no way that, in her right state of mind, she would do that. With him of all people. No. Not possible. I'm simply going to go on in false blissful ignorance and act like this never happened.

Ok, so that's not going so well. Especially with Shannon just lying there on the beach. Obviously, she's not the most intelligent person in the world, and really, I don't expect that out of her, but can't she at least tell when something's wrong with her own brother? Guess not. Of course, this might have something to do with the fact that we're about fifty feet from each other and she has her eyes closed and is over there being completely oblivious to everything, but....that would defeat my point, so...I get to over look all that.

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Shannon opened her eyes. She felt someone watching her. Studying her, maybe? She sat up and looked around and found no one nearby except Boone. Of course, it didn't make much sense to Shannon as to specifically why he was watching her. Did he happen to forget that he was her brother? Shannon shuddered at that thought. That was just creepy, and she seriously doubted that was it. If Boone was staring at her like that, he was bound to have a good reason for it. Shannon decided she would go find out just exactly what this reason was.

She walked over and sat down in front of him, looking at him curiously for a moment before saying, "All right...how long have you been watching me sunbathe? And why? And....you're my brother!" She decided that would definitely get his attention, as he seemingly had hardly noticed she had even sat down with him.

Boone blinked. "What the hell? I know I'm your brother...where the hell did that come from?" He seemed to be throughly confused.

Shannon rolled her eyes, "Forget it. What do you want?"

"Who said I wanted anything?"

"You only study people when you want something from them, Boone." Shannon said matter-of-factly, "Now, what is it?"

"I don't want anything."

"Uh-huh." She said in a dismissive, disbelieving tone that she knew Boone hated. It was the only way she could get him to tell her what she wanted to know most of the time. There were a few rare occassions that it hadn't worked, but it was a fairly reliable technique.

"Shannon." He warned.

"Oh, don't worry, I believe you. Really. I do." Shannon kept the same tone as before. She liked having something to hang over her older brother's head.

Boone rolled his eyes, "All right..." He shook his head, "Can't believe I'm actually going to bring this up..."

"Well, do it already, I've got places to be. People to see."

Boone arched an eyebrow at her, "People? Like who?"

"Don't stray off subject just because you don't want to talk about it, dear brother."

"People like...Sawyer?"

Shannon stiffened slightly. How the hell did he know? "No." She scoffed, "What makes you think I'd talk with him?"

"I don't know, Shan, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I stayed up late last night and heard something I'd rather not have head. Ever." Boone answered her, his voice dripping with the heavy sarcasm.

"What are you talking about?" Shannon asked, still trying to play oblivious. She knew perfectly well what he was talking about. He was talking about her latest escapade with Sawyer. But she wasn't about to just admit her fling with him to her brother. Boone had always been really good at the overprotective brother role. That was one thing Shannon both liked and disliked about him. It had come to use in her advantege with a couple of her ex-boyfriends, but that was a rare happening. And she didn't need an overprotective brother right now. What Shannon needed--and wanted--was the kind of brother that might know about something, but just lets it go however it turns out.

Boone looked pointedly at his sister. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, Shannon. I'm talking about how I saw Sawyer go into your make-shift house. How I heard various pieces of your conversation. Two weeks? This has been going on for two weeks already?"

"Well, three weeks tomorrow night." Shannon commented quietly.

"Three? Shannon, why?"

Shannon turned to glare at him, "Well, you can't blame me, can you? I don't know if you've noticed yet, but there's nothing to do on this damn island, Boone! This....thing with him...it gives me something to occupy my time with, ok?"

"Oh, God. You honestly think that some fling with a guy like him is going to occupy your time for long, Shannon?"

"Guy like him? What's wrong with him, Boone? Tell me. Give me a reason why I shouldn't have a fling with him." She challenged.

"Well...for starters, he beat me up. Secondly, he could have made it a lot easier on us all if he'd just have said that he didn't have your medicine. Let's see, what else is there? He's an asshole and you know nothing about him." Boone gave her the start of a list he'd formed just then, "Would you like me to continue?" He asked sarcastically, but seriously enough to let her know that he had several more reasons in mind.

"Know nothing about him? Boone, no one around here knows anything about anyone! We bare even know each other any more. You realize that?"

"That's different."

"How?" Shannon asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"For starters...you know what kind of background I come from."

Shannon rolled her eyes. "Boone, if the world went by that kind of shit, we would never...make friends, go on dates, or, quite frankly...do anything that involved people. Come on, think about it. How many things could you really do if you simply decided that if you ddin't know a person's background, youl wouldn't associate with them? What could you do?"

"Not much, but Shannon, that is beside the point here. I'm just trying to--"

"Protect me. I know. Believe me. I know. We've had this speech before, Boone. I get it. I'm your little sister, you're my older brother. You have some sort of natural instinct to protect me or something. But you know what? I don't need protection any more! I can take care of myself, all right? So....just leave me to my own thing, ok?"

"Does your own thing involve Sawyer?"

"Maybe."

"Then, no, Shannon, I'm not going to leave you to it!"

"What if it were someone else? What if it was Charlie? Would you object to that? Or Jack? Or Sayid? Or...hell, you'd probably be able to come up with a reason that I couldn't be bisexual or lesbian, couldon't you?" She rolled her eyes, "Just...stay out of my affairs, Boone!" With that, Shannon stood up and stormed off away from him.

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I can't believe this. She can't do this. I won't let her. This is riddiculous. She's actually going to keep this up. She's being naive. I'm not going t let her do this to herself. I'm going to stop this before they have a chance to get much farther into this...relationship. I'm going to break it up. I just need a reason that would be good enough for Shannon and Sawyer.I need a catalyst.....

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Notes - Oh. That was kind of an odd chapter. Oh, well. I thought it fit. In an odd sort of way that you could only understand if you were inside my head. And, as you aren't, and I suck at explaining things, you will never truly understand how I see that this fit. Hell, I don't even really understand, so, yeah. just....just....

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Later days,
-PFB-