Hey guys new story I know, but writing the same old story can get boring and then you don't write as well. Besides I got some inspiration because I thought more about this story and what do you know, I have 10 pages written in one night! Jinkies! And I know this first chapter is like eating white bread with cream cheese and mashed potatoes…yeah bland! But I guarantee you it gets so much better.
Another
Chapter 1
Sparkle of Hope
Shannon lay on her beach towel in the sand, just as she did yesterday, and the day before, and everyday for the last three months since the stupid plane had crashed. Each day she grew increasingly bored with this island. The fact that there was no where to go shopping, or no bar to pick up cute guys at.
She sighed angrily and pulled the ponytail holder from around her wrist. Taking her shoulder level dyed blonde hair, she brought it up in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. She couldn't help but wonder if she was going to stay on this island long enough for her hair to grow in its natural color.
She adjusted her bikini top and her sunglasses and rolled over onto her stomach onto the towel. The sun seemed to be at full effect that day. So she had to keep switching her position. She placed her chin on her hands that lay crossed in front of her and watched the ocean.
"Congratulations Shannon, you have the best tan on the island. Now you can get up and actually do something," Boone explained as he carried an armful of chopped firewood and placed it in the pile located near her.
"Like you? All you do is gather wood all day, other then that you are useless," Shannon explained looking over her shoulder at him.
Boone's face turned strict, "I guess its better you don't help, you'd just screw things up anyway," he said hurtfully then began to walk away.
She scoffed and turned her attention back to the endless blanket of blue that separated them from the rest of the world. Suddenly a small sparkle caught her eye, and she squinted at it through her sun glasses.
Something was glistening on the horizon of the water, Shannon immediately sat up and ripped off her glasses, "Boone!" she screamed.
"What?" he yelled while tidying up the messy pile of wood, he looked over to see Shannon was still looking out at the ocean, "Shannon, what is it?"
"There's a boat!" She yelled back, they tiny glimmer had grown larger and Shannon could identify that it was in fact a boat, "There's a friggin' boat!" She yelled standing up.
"What?" Boone asked, other's were beginning to gather around and started to cheer when they saw the small vessel. Boone excitedly ran to the signal fire and began to throw more wood on.
Jack and Sayid took this moment to emerge from the jungle, when they noticed the cheerful hysteria, they began to ask questions.
"What's going on?" Jack asked placing the backpack of fresh water down into the soft sand.
Boone looked over to them, "There's a boat coming," he replied happily, still adding wood to the ferocious fire.
"What?" Sayid asked skeptically, then looked to where everyone's hopeful staring eyes sat. The boat was now obvious in shape and headed straight for the island.
"What should we do?" asked Boone frantically, obviously excited about going home.
Jack didn't respond, still amazed that they were going to be rescued, that they'd get to go back to their homes, "Well, umm, I guess someone should be there to meet them for when they come ashore, and somebody has to go get everyone who's not here."
"I'll run to the caves to tell them," Boone suggested, and before Jack could agree, he was off, running through the jungle.
"Now he's full of energy," Sayid smiled, "What are you going to tell them, when they get here?"
"I have no clue," Jack answered, his eyes scanning the crowd of cheering people at the beach.
"What are you looking for?" Sayid asked noticing his wandering eyes.
"Kate," he answered, "I don't see her on the beach."
"She said she was planning on spending the day collecting fruit," Sayid answered.
"Do you mind taking over here, while I go find her?" Jack asked.
"Not at all," Sayid answered smiling as Jack rushed off to find her.
Kate grunted as she strained her arm for that last piece of unpicked fruit. Sure it was only one passion fruit, but that one passion fruit could mean the difference for someone between contentment and starvation.
She shimmed up more and the rough bark of the tree scraped against her blue jeans, which used to be denim, but now the material was so thin is imitated the density of silk.
"Kate," at the sound of her name she glanced over her shoulder to see Jack on the ground twenty feet below her.
"Just a second," she yelled back moving up further still, her hand slipped over the smooth skin of the passion fruit and she missed grasping it again. Kate narrowed her eyes to tiny slits of determination.
"Kate you have to come now," Jack shouted back up, it sounded like a warning.
"I just need one more piece of fruit," she replied grabbing it quickly, but it wouldn't break from the tree.
"Kate, that doesn't matter anymore, a boat's approaching the island," he replied, grinning.
"What?" Kate yelled back to him still pulling on the fruit, suddenly it snapped and she was hurled backwards.
"Are you okay?" Jack asked, contemplating climbing the tree to drag her down.
"Yeah," she rubbed the sore part of the back of her head where the tree had come in contact with it. Quickly she wrapped her arms around the enormous trunk and slide her way down to the bottom, "So this is really it?"
"Yeah," Jack replied, "We're really going home."
Yeah not much Jack/Kate but it gets really intense really quick, and there's one scene I wrote and I'm absolutely in love with it! So don't give up hope on me yet! And don't worry I'll still update the other story too!
And I just had to have Shannon find the rescue boat because irony of all ironies, she's the one who did nothing to help the whole 3 months on the island!
