Summary: Boone writes Claire a letter.

Characters: Boone.

Pairings: Claire/Boone friendship.
Distribution: lost-forum
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue.
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Boone sat comfortably down on the airline seat a few metres off from the signal fire. He pulled out the sheet of paper and pen he'd found and leaned the paper against his knee.

The idea had been Locke's. Locke had asked him why he found it so easy to let go of Shannon and he told him the truth. He thought of Claire as more of a sister then Shannon. So, Locke had told him that maybe he should find a way of communicating with Claire. Since she wasn't there to talk to, he should write to her.

He stared at the paper blankly for a moment, then started writing.

Dear Claire,

Hi! It's been a week since you disappeared, and every day your gone I feel a piece of me slip away, as corny as it sounds. You should know, Charlie's been pretty devastated, and even Sawyer seems more subdued then usual. But I'm sure that wherever you are, you're just waiting for us. I promised you I'd protect you, and I let you down. Now I promise you I'll save you, and this time, I won't go back on that.

There's something else you should know, something I was too scared to tell you before. I slept with Shannon. I know I've probably disgusted you, or freaked you out. She's my step-sister, it's wrong. But it was just a one-night thing, just before we crashed actually. The thing is, I never felt for her what I feel for you. With Shannon, it was a childish lust. With you, it's love. Not the lover a husband has for his wife, a love between a brother and sister. I may not have the best track record with brotherly love, but we both know our feelings for one another I'm sure.

"Boone!"

He glanced up to see Locke waving him into the forest, waiting to go back to the caves for the night. He nodded in understanding and hurried to finish the letter.

Well, Locke's calling me over so I have to go.

I love you,

Boone.

Boone hurriedly folded the note and stuffed it in his pocket, certain that one day soon Claire would get his note.