No Escape
Shannon lay in the heated sand, her hand covering her closed eyes to block out the sun's rays. As she lay sunbathing, she could hear voices. Locke and Boone. Boone. Boone. Boone. She had tried to avoid thinking about him at all since that night at the hotel, but it was impossible. He was always there. Haunting her. Reminding her that she couldn't always have everything she wanted. And even if she could, it would be snatched away from her just as quickly as it had come.
When Shannon was a girl, Boone had done everything in his power to protect her, and, she thought ironically, he was the perfect big brotherly figure. But that wasn't all she thought of him as. And while she had tried countless times to dismiss her feelings, and proclaim them fake, that night she had realized, that it was impossible.
She could hear him now, and his voice brought unwelcome shivers to her body. She wasn't supposed to feel like this. It wasn't right. Since when had Shannon done what was right?
Unable to stand it anymore, Shannon stood from her position in the sand and went back to rest in her tent; the feelings would be less intense there where his voice was unable to be heard.
By the time she was fifteen, Shannon had been officially proclaimed by all she met as 'that bitchy girl'. She had few friends, and those she did have weren't the kind of people you were close enough to actually be friends with. Which, she realized later, was probably the reason she had turned to Boone. Kind, protective Boone. Her stepbrother. It had started as a sibling relationship, but by the time she was seventeen, Shannon knew there was something between them that was not ordinary for siblings to have. No moves had been made to realize or deepen this connection until the night in Sydney. It didn't seem right at the time, being lovers. They weren't even now. Shannon had spoken very little with Boone since their arrival on the island, and those times she did, sexual tension got the better of them and they were forced to keep their conversations short.
Shannon shivered remembering Boone's rough hands gliding over her smooth skin…his lips on her neck…his fingers tangled in her hair.
Shannon shook her head. What was she doing? It was over. Hell, it had barely begun. One night, that was all it had been. Just one night. One night that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Shannon groaned and slipped her eyes closed. And as sleep took her, her dreams were dominated solely by Boone. There was no escaping him, just as there was no escaping the island.
I will probably continue this, but if I decide not to, it will simply be a one-shot. Please review, tell me what you think.