AUTHOR'S NOTE1: This is one of those Annoying Remembering Sequences that always happens in the middle of an action-packed scene when you least want them to. Her goes nothing...
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I do not own LOST or anything remotely like it. Except maybe these Fan Fictions.
-HAVING A BLAST-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER FOUR-
Lying on his deathbed, Boone was thinking just one thing: "Just let me die already. Stop making me suffer."
"Jack..." he croaked. It sure was fun being dramatic.
Jack bent down over Boone. "Hey."
"Let me go, Jack." Boone moaned. "Let me go..."
"Sorry Boone, I can't do that. See, if I do, Kate will think I am a loser of a doctor and I can't save lives. And loser doctors aren't incredibly sexy."
"Yes, you're right. Loser doctors aren't incredibly sexy. But I am. Even when I'm dying."
"Eh, I don't know, I'm straight, for the most part. But I think Sayid has taken a liking to you." Jack remarked.
"Oh," Boone blushed. "Let me go, Jack..." he croaked.
"Eh," said Jack. He tapped his chin, like he was thinking about it. "Okay."
"All right," said Boone. He prepared to say his big finishing line. "Tell Shannon... tell Shannon... tell Shannon..."
"Let's hurry it up here, Boone, I haven't got all day," said Jack. He tapped his foot impatiently.
"Oh, okay. Tell Shannon that the key to the secret trapdoor is wrapped in my Tweety Bird boxer shorts that she gave me for my birthday."
"What?"
"The key to the secret trapdoor is wrapped in my Tweety Bird boxer shorts that Shannon gave me for my birthday," Boone repeated slowly and clearly. For a doctor, Jack sure was slow.
"Oh," said Jack, like it make perfect sense. "Right. Yeah. Okay, goodbye, Boone."
"Later days, Jack," said Boone. Then he died.