Summary: Boone reads Claire's diary.

Characters: Boone.

Pairings: Claire/Boone friendship.
Distribution: lost-forum
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue.
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AN: I'd just like to thank all my reviewers again, it's so great to see people reading this story and actually following it. )

I know Faran1078 mentioned that the last part was short, but that one, this part and the next two are really just fillers until Claire returns, like on the show. Just wanted that to be clear.

Boone scavenged through Claire's bag, his mind on one clear thing. Her diary. He'd seen her place it in the side compartment more times then he could count on both hands. Finally, he felt the cool, hard cover on the tips of his fingers and he grasped it, yanking it out of it's confinement.

"Gotcha," he hissed as he slid down the wall behind him and opened the diary. As he flipped through it, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. This book held all of Claire's secret thoughts, he shouldn't be intruding. But temptation won over when he glanced his name on a page. He stared down at the words in shock.

Dear Diary,

You remember how I wrote about fainting yesterday because I was de-hydrated? Well it turns out Boone (that girl Shannon's brother) stole the water. Yes I know that was bad, but it was very sweet of him to come to me, even though everyone was just a few metres away, and try to sneak me some. Then I went to see him and he was actually very nice.

Boone smiled at Claire's words, remembering clearly the night she came to him and they just talked, just for a few minutes. He remembered her kindness, a kindness he was sure he didn't deserve considering he'd stolen the water. He turned to the next page and kept reading.

Dear Diary,

This afternoon, Boone came to see me. He was still really upset about stealing the water. I feel really sorry for him, he tried to do a good thing and it turned out bad. Well, we ate a late lunch together and he told me abit about himself. He's from Los Angeles, were he's lived since he was a boy. He's the CEO for his mother's wedding company, which I think is so amazing. And his sister Shannon is actually his step-sister. This didn't come as a big surprise. Not only do they not look very much alike, they're also not alike in personality. Boone is sweet, kind and gentle, Shannon seems kinda mean.

Boone chuckled at this as he raked his fingers through his dark locks. He breezed through the next couple of pages but an interesting one caught his eye.

Dear Diary,

I had a really strange dream this afternoon diary. I was minding Walt while Michael went off to play golf and I drifted off (yes, I know, bad baby-sitting). The dream was just flashes really. I was running in a dark forest. And I remember whispers, whispers about a black rock. It was really strange. Thankfully, Boone was there when I woke up. And guess what diary, he brought me some sunscreen. Boone is definitely my best friend.

A soft pang of regret echoed in Boone's chest. How could he betray his friend's privacy by reading her diary? He sighed. He'd have to get rid of it, but just temporarily while Claire was gone.

An idea struck him suddenly and he clambered to his feet. He hurried out of the caves and down to the beach, clutching the diary to his chest for dear life.

As he neared Sawyer's tent, he glanced around for nearby life, but it seemed everyone was too busy to pay him much mind. Slowly, so not to attract attention, he laid the diary in front of Sawyer's tent. He softly sighed as he pulled away and stared down at the diary in the sand. Then, he turned his back and walked away. For some reason, it felt as if he was saying goodbye.