Chapter 13- Midnight Champagne

Boone watched as Isabella came back inside. It was too late for dinner now, because it was ten at night.

Isabella gave him a smile, "Waiting up for me?"

Boone shrugged, "Shannon's locked herself in my room, so I don't really have a choice."

Isabella placed down her many shopping bags, and then walked over to him. "Why is she locked in your room?"

"Because she's upset."

Isabella smiled, and then sat down in his lap. "Upset about what?"

Boone resisted a kiss from her, "She's always mad, what's new, and by the way where were you?"

Isabella scowled, "Are you kidding me Boone?"

Boone stared back at her straight faced with a clenched jaw.

"I thought we were working on this jealousy issue of yours." Isabella said smoothing down his hair which was still damp.

Boone reached for her hand, "Who says I'm jealous?"

Isabella tilted her head to the side, "Well aren't you?"

"The only reason I would have to be jealous is if you're cheating on me."

Isabella gasped, "What!"

Boone nodded, "Yeah, I mean how can I trust you after…"

Isabella stood up, "It's her, it's that sister of yours! Putting these ideas in your head."

"I don't need Shannon to put ideas in my head, we had a problem with this before!"

Isabella shook her head, "Look at how she's getting to you,"

"Sawyer,"

Isabella's mouth dropped open, "Boone he was a friend!"

Boone stood up, "Forget about it."

Before Boone could walk away, Isabella grabbed onto his arm. "I cannot believe your going to take her side over mine, and Boone for Heaven's sake were in The Hamptons, if I was really going to see my 'friend' why the hell would I drive back to the city?"

Boone shrugged, "Just forget about it."

"Is that all you can say to me, where is your sister, I want to talk to her, I want to know why she is trying to destroy our relationship."

Boone placed his hands to his forehead in frustration. "I'm leaving."

"Wait, what?" Isabella said.

"I'm leaving." Boone walked into the kitchen and grabbed his coat.

Isabella scowled, "Where are you going! You're not getting a drink are you…"

"What if I was?"

"Boone, c'mon, why do you let her get you so worked up?" Isabella asked placing her hand against the side of his face.

"I'll be back,"

Shannon sat in Boone's room. She had since taken a shower, and got changed into a pair of his mesh shorts and thrown on a tee-shirt. Now she stood at his mirror, brushing her blonde locks, and debating whether she should apologize. She immediately torched the idea. Why should she apologize to Boone, she didn't do anything wrong to him. From outside of his room, Shannon could hear Isabella and Boone arguing. A satisfied smile crossed her face. Their relationship was rocky because of her, and she would have it no other way.

"I'll be back," Boone yelled.

Shannon went towards the window and watched as Boone walked outside. She pushed open the window, and then with much difficulty the screen. Shannon was going to go after him. From outside, Isabella knocked on the door.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

Shannon smirked evilly. Please bitch. Hoisting herself over the ledge, Shannon swung one long well tanned leg out the window. Thank God, Boone's room was on the first floor. As she swung her other leg over the ledge, her hair got caught in the screen. Dammit!

Shannon winced as she picked up the small piece of hair that had gotten caught, and then tried to unlatch it from the screen. Her attempts proved futile. Shannon watched as Boone walked towards the docks. He was probably going for a night sail. She had to go with him. Frustrated Shannon pushed her head outwards. She was thrown forward, screaming and yelling. Shannon fell on the ground, tangled in plants, and who knows what else.

"Well isn't this lovely?" She groaned.

Angrily Shannon forced herself up, and then ran towards the docks. She didn't have her inhalers, but she knew Boone did.

"I'm back!" Charlie exclaimed running up the stairs. "Hey Claire! Muffin I'm back!" He said with a cheerful smile. Charlie's eyebrows furrowed low over his eyes. He walked upstairs to Claire's room, and then pushed open the door. Claire was passed out on the bed, and Aaron was sitting next to her, with a brush.

"Hey kiddo," Charlie said.

Aaron cooed.

Charlie immediately went over to him, and then picked him up his arms. "It looks like you wore out your mum."

Aaron laughed.

Charlie grinned, "You think it's funny turnip head,"

Claire opened her eyes, "Charlie, your back," She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Oh god, are you calling Aaron, turnip head again?"

Charlie smiled, "It's a cute name for him."

Claire sat up, "Yeah, how did everything go at the studio?"

Charlie nodded, "Manageable,"

He sat down next to Claire, she rested her head on his shoulder, "What do you mean by manageable? Can I expect a platinum CD from Charlie Pace and his Driveshaft band?"

Charlie sighed, "I hope,"

"What do you mean?" Claire asked.

"We've been arguing a lot over song selections, and it just doesn't seem like we can agree on anything anymore."

"Give it some time," Claire said giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, time,"

"You worry a lot you know that Mr. Pace."

Charlie grinned, "Do I?"

Claire nodded, "Yes, we need to relieve some of that tension."

Charlie tilted his head back, "Ohh, a massage, and candles, and maybe even a nice hot bubble bath for me and my lady?"

Claire kissed Aaron on top of the head, and then tucked Charlie's hair behind his ear affectionately. "Turnip Head is still up, we can do that when he goes to sleep."

Charlie smiled, and then kissed patted Claire on the back. "So what are you suggesting love?"

"Bumper cars!" Claire exclaimed.

Charlie grinned, "Bumper cars…as on the PS2, the new game I got?"

Claire shook her head, "No Charlie, Aaron and I need excitement. Well I mean Aaron can watch while I do bumper cars!" She was giddy and laughing.

Charlie found Claire's effervescent behavior, adorable, which was one of the main reasons why he was in love with her. "So what are we going to do with Aaron while we go out for a night of…" Charlie smiled. "Bumper cars,"

"Fine, Charlie I'm a nut, I want to go out in the middle of the night to drive bumper cars, I've been in all day, and I want to do something fun."

Charlie stood up, "You're right Claire, you need to get out."

"Yeah!" Claire said with a smile.

"And if you want to find a place with bumper cars in the city then I'll find it for you. You know I'll bring you the world to you if I could." Charlie said leaning forward to kiss Claire. "And in a matter of fact I'll hold Turnip head while you you go on as many bumper cars as possible."

"Can we close down the place?"

Charlie grinned, "Sure Claire, I'm going to go find a phone book."

Sawyer walked towards the bar where Kate worked at. He pulled out his cell phone just in case the beautiful woman wasn't working tonight and he had to get his kicks elsewhere. Sawyer smiled at the thought of bringing Kate back to his Brooklyn apartment and having his way with her. Sawyer dialed in a number, he hadn't dialed in a while and then placed the phone to his ear. She answered immediately. He knew she would. "Hey, where are ya?"

"Why are you calling me?"

"A guy gets lonely sometimes sweetheart, you mind if I pay you a little visit over by your place?"

"Actually I do."

"You always say that, but I know you'll come back. You can't resist my southern charm, the way I talk slow, my accent, the way I…"

"I'm not coming back to you, I'm happy where I am now."

"With him?"

"Yes," She said.

"You're lyin' right through your teeth, you never loved him, it was the money you were after, and you know it."

"I don't have time for this Sawyer, we've been over for a while, don't call me again, because I'm not picking up."

"Fine, I'll just wait for you to come back to me like a dog with his tail in between his legs wantin' more."

She hung up.

Sawyer smiled. She would be back, and now onto his next conquest of the night.

Kate threw back an aspirin, and then washed it down with a glass of water. She was tired and stressed out, and even worse it seemed as if all of her customers sensed that, and they felt a need to give her a hard time. Kate tilted her head back, and then closed her eyes as she tried to relieve some of her tension.

"Hey, can I get a soda."

Kate rolled her eyes, and then glared back at the customer that had the nerve to interrupt her during her only 'mini break' that day.

Her anger washed over quickly. He smiled back at her warmly, and as usual he was dressed in business attire. It was Jack, the handsome man she had given the wallet to the other day, that lived in the expensive loft.

"Um hi." Kate said.

Jack smiled and gave her a wave. "Hi, tough day huh?"

Kate nodded, "Yeah, really tough. So did you say you wanted a soda?"

Jack nodded, "Yep, I'm not to big on drinking and I think I've overdone myself already for this week."

Kate smiled, "I feel like I could use a couple drinks."

"Busy week?" Jack inquired.

Kate sighed, "I don't ever get a break, my whole life is one big mess…kind of like the city streets."

Jack nodded in agreement, "And the city streets are definitely a mess so…"

Kate handed him a soda, "You didn't specify so I gave you a Mountain Frostee, it's our special blend soda."

Jack took a sniff, "Are you sure there is no alcohol in this?"

Kate nodded and then handed him a straw, "Here you go, you look like the type to drink from a straw."

Jack smiled, "What does that mean?"

Kate watched as Jack pulled off the paper on the straw, and then lowered it into the soda.

He took a sip, "Ahh, this is good."

"I told you," Kate watched as the man she had thrown the beer at the other night stepped in. "Oh God,"

"What?" Jack said off guard.

"I cannot stand this man coming over here."

"He bothers you?"

Kate shrugged, "I can handle him,"

Jack smiled, "I see that."

Sawyer sat down next to Kate, "Hey there freckles, you owe me a date."

Shannon boarded Boone's yacht. The engine started up. She figured that he was on the other side of the deck. Since she didn't want to be sent back she was going to lay low. The yacht pulled away from the docks, and headed out. Shannon smiled satisfied, She had what she wanted. Isabella was no where in sight and it was just her and Boone.

Shannon's legs itched. She scowled. Hopefully she didn't fall in poison ivy because if she did she was going to kill Boone!

"What the…"

Shannon looked up in surprise, and stopped scratching her legs.

Boone stared back at her, "How did you get on the boat?"

Shannon shrugged, "I just followed you, how dare you leave me in that house with her, we would end up killing each other…do you have any champagne on this yacht?"

"I haven't touched alcohol since…well you know that."

"Sparkling cider?" Shannon asked.

Boone shrugged, "Maybe, I came out to get away from you and…"

Shannon placed her hand against his mouth, "I'll play nice tonight, because believe it or not, I'm bored and I need someone to talk to, if we were back in Manhattan, I would go to Claire because she's a good listener, but…"

"Claire's not here, and I'm the next best thing right?"

Shannon nodded, "Yeah, so what's going on in your life Boone?"

Boone shook his head, "I'm going to go look for some apple cider."

"You don't want to talk to me?"

"I need a drink first."

Shannon smiled, "Am I driving you to drink again?"

"You don't have to drive me, because I'm going to have one beer, just one…"

Shannon looked down, she felt like she should stop him, but then again she wasn't going to. Just one beer wouldn't hurt. "Do you have any champagne?"

"Vintage,"

Shannon clapped her hands, "Well let's have some of that, and just kick back and talk, just you and me Boone like the old times, before our lives became one big effing disaster."

Boone nodded, "I accused her of cheating and I don't know why I did it, I was just being stupid and…"

"Jealous, but she probably was cheating Boone, I have an idea, why don't you have someone follow her."

Boone smirked, "You got to be kidding."

Shannon placed her hands on her hips, "No, I'm serious. You have enough money catch that ho in the act."

Boone headed downstairs, "No, this conversation is finished."

Shannon followed him, "Are we going to like wake up in Scotland or something, because your not steering this thing."

"It's on auto," Boone replied.

"Oh, well that means there is more time for you and me. So tell me Boone are you ready for an adventure?"

Boone grinned, "Yeah, okay what the hell are you talking about Shan?"

Shannon dimmed the lights, "We're alone, with champagne, candles, oh…and a bed, I want you so bad right now Boone, so bad."

(Hey guys thanks for the reviews!

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