Don't worry everyone; We're Saved! is not going to be put on hold. It shall progress as usual. I just had to get this one out here.

I don't have any warnings just yet, and it's rated T for some possible violence that might be in later chapters. I'm not really positive where this is going, but I have a very vague idea.

Please r and r.

Romen

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do you hear me? I do not own anything.

Chapter One:

Cause and Effect

Shannon took a deep, shuddering breath, her throat burning as another sob escaped her lips. She didn't know how long she had been crying. She didn't know how long she had been sitting next to him, staring into the lifeless eyes until Jack came to take the body away. The only thing that she knew was that Boone was no longer alive.

"I am so sorry," Sayid whispered, his voice tender and deep. He took her hand, holding it between both of his. Shannon didn't pull away. She didn't have the strength left, but she did not accept the comfort that he was trying to offer. He didn't know her pain. He didn't know what she was feeling. He couldn't possibly understand all of the emotions welling up inside of her, screaming to be let free. She shut her eyes, trying to keep back tears.

"It's not your fault," she finally managed to croak. "There was nothing that you could have done."

She could feel Sayid's hesitation as he breathed. "I shouldn't have taken you so far from the caves," he said at last, coming closer to her. "If we had been here, if you had been able to come to his side"-

"I said forget about it, okay?" Her eyes flew open, her voice as cold as her heart. "It doesn't matter anyway. He's dead and you can't do anything about it." She swallowed, flinching as she turned away from him, shakily rising to her feet. "So just drop it, okay?"

"Shannon, I know how you feel." He stood, once again taking her hand, his voice empathetic, his eyes conveying the sympathy that he felt. "I too have lost one that I care about."

"Listen." She whirled around, her cheeks red from all of the tears that had slid down them. "I don't want to talk about this right now, okay? It's none of your business how I feel, or about- about Boone. So just drop it."

Sayid blinked, his dark eyes cloudy. "But Shannon, I care about you. You know this."

She felt her face twitch. "Just leave me alone."

Dum dum dum. Shannon drummed her fingers on the table, staring at the dark blue nail-polish that she had recently chosen at her last manicure. She looked up as she felt a light hand on her shoulder. "What?"

Sabrina's eyebrows furrowed. "Shannon, you know that I don't like it when you do that."

The teenaged girl nodded. "I know." Dum dum dum. She smiled innocently before taking a sip of her water and pulling a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear, observing some of the people that were sitting at the bar.

Daisy Fern, a fashion designer who was a friend of Sabrina's, observed her distastefully before plastering on an overly-pleasant looking grin. "So, Boone, do you have any plans for your future?"

Boone, who had been attempting to fold his napkin, looked up at her. "I'm thinking of maybe going into the medical field. I'm really not sure yet."

Sabrina chuckled. "He's just joking. He's going to work for me, aren't you?"

"But college is in your future, right?" Daisy's eyes widened.

He nodded. "Of course. No matter what I do, I want to have a degree to back it up."

Shannon rolled her eyes. Goody-two-shoes Boone, always making her look bad.

"What about you, honey?"

"Hmm?" Shannon glanced at Daisy's huge fake-eyelashes, the deep wrinkles in her face. No wonder she hardly ever made any public appearances. "Well, I'm thinking of ditching high-school and college and changing my name to Daffodil Weed and drawing pictures of boxes and trash-bags and charging overly-high prices for people to wear them."

Sabrina began choking on her cocktail as Boone looked down, dabbing at the corners of his mouth to hide the smile that Shannon had seen creeping up his face. Daisy bristled, opening her purse and laying a tip on the table before standing.

"Well, I'll see you some other time Sabrina. I need to leave." She turned away without another word.

"What was that?" Sabrina snapped, turning on Shannon the moment Daisy was out of ear-shot.

Shannon could barely contain a grin of her own. Sabrina and Boone looked so much alike when they were mad! "Nothing," she replied coolly, pulling one of the straps of her dress over her shoulder. "I was just telling her what my plans for the future were."

Sabrina threw down her fork, her lips pursed. "You're going to have to find a ride home. I can't stand to drive back with you."

"I'll just call Dad." Shannon leaned across the table. "Boone, let me borrow your cell-phone."

"You will do nothing of the sort." Sabrina shook her head. "Come on, darling, we need to leave."

Shannon scowled, watching as they stood and moved to the exit. Boone always sided with his mother over her.

"That's fine," she muttered under her breath. "I have better things to do this evening than go home."

"Jack."

The doctor looked up. "Shannon? What are you doing here?"

Kate smiled concernedly, putting a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Why don't you lie down?"

Shannon ignored her, brushing the hand away. "Who was with Boone when it happened?"

Jack hesitated, biting his lip. "Shannon, he probably has nothing to do with it..."

"Who was with Boone?" She could feel her ears growing hot. "He's my brother; I have a right to know."

The surgeon sighed, turning away for a moment before facing her. "John."

"John?" Shannon looked down, her eyes staring at the small grains of sand.

"Locke."

She glanced at both of them before turning away. "Thanks. You were a lot of help."

"Shannon? Wait, where are you going? Shannon?"

Locke. The one that had become so attached to him. The one that Boone had looked up to. He had allowed this to happen.

"Where are you going?"

She felt her nostrils flare as she drew closer to the jungle. "To find John Locke."

TBC...

I know, it was kind of short. Please r and r! It will only hasten my updating. And remember, I have not forgotten about my other stories.