Disclaimer: I don't own "Lost" or the characters used in this story.

(I'm not sure of what Shannon and Boone's real parents names are so I made my own.)

Chapter 16- The Goodbye Girl

Elizabeth Carlisle stepped into the hospital in Germany. She stopped at the desk, and then asked to see Chandler Rutherford in Room 114. The German woman pointed down the hallway.

Elizabeth nodded, and said thank you, as she walked down the foreign hallway. She straightened her jacket, and then fixed her hair, which was in a classy bob which ended at her neck. It had been a while since she had scene her ex-husband, and she was slightly nervous, especially under these conditions. Elizabeth bit her lip, she was a strong woman, and the last thing she wanted to do was fall apart, especially after moving on. She tapped on the door.

A nurse was inside the room. She looked up and then held the bowl away from Chandler Rutherford. He looked weak, and tired, and Elizabeth could understand…because he was going through chemotherapy. Shannon should be here for her father, but just like she wasn't there for Boone she wasn't there for him. Elizabeth shook her head, A visit from Shannon would mean the world to him but where was she, probably ruining Boone's life anyway she could.

"Elizabeth," Chandler said.

The nurse smiled, and then walked out. "If you need help remember…"

Chandler pointed towards a red button by his bed, "I know…I will press the button."

Elizabeth looked down, and then looked back up with as pleasant of a smile as she could muster. "Where's your daughter Chandler?"

He sighed, "I don't know where Shannon is."

Elizabeth's heels clanked on the floor as she walked over to Chandler, "Well I know where she is, she is in Manhattan and she's living with Boone."

Chandler closed his eyes, "What happened to James?"

"The man she married? Who knows she probably pushed him away like she has done to every person in her life, but that isn't important, if she knows what you're going through then how come she isn't here?"

"Because she doesn't know,"

Elizabeth's blue eyes widened, "What?"

"I didn't tell her because I don't want to worry her…or bother her for that reason."

"You have to tell her…"

Chandler shook his head, "Not until I get better."

Elizabeth sighed, "What if you don't."

Chandler smiled weakly, "I'm too tough not too,"

Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, "Why don't you just tell Shannon,"

"She's never gotten over her mother's death….I don't see any reason to scare her…especially when I am going to recover."

Elizabeth smirked, "I guess you shouldn't tell her, she might just leave you here like she left my son that night…the Goodbye Girl, that's all she knows."

"My daughter is scared…Elizabeth if anyone should know it's you, she never forgave me for marrying you so quickly after her mother died, and…"

"People die everyday…I know it was hard on Shannon, but Chandler can you really blame that on death alone…she walks around being mean and nasty…"

"Elizabeth, she's a good person deep down…and whether you approve or not, Boone brings out that side in her."

Elizabeth's eyes widened, "They are step sister and brother!"

"They were, only for a short time…and before I even married you, they liked each other," Chandler shifted in his bed, and then placed his hand against his chest.

Elizabeth reached out, "Are you okay?"

He nodded, "Yeah, just a little uncomfortable,"

"Do you want me to fluff your pillow?"

Chandler shook his head, "No, but thank you."

"I think this love they have for each other is foolish…and I don't approve."

"Boone helped Shannon through the death of her real mother more than I could, and when she was scared or upset she never came to me…she always went to him."

Elizabeth nodded, "You're right…but…"

Chandler sank down in his bed, "I'm feeling a little tired…the chemo is demanding." He forced a smile. "When do you have to get back to the states?"

"I'll stay here as long as you need me," Elizabeth got up, and then crossed her arms.

"Don't tell Sh…"

Before he could finish, he drifted off to sleep.

Elizabeth bit her lip sadly. "I won't tell her."

Shannon placed her hand against her cheek. Boone made her want to be a better person…but yet it was so hard. Shannon sighed, and then leaned forward, the yacht was gently bobbing in the waters off the Hamptons coast, and everything was so calm. The night was slightly chilly, because September was rolling in. Shannon covered her arms, and then looked out at the moon, which was casting its light downwards. Hopefully Boone would appreciate the dinner she was making for him. She had been such a bitch to him, and sometimes she felt so horrible, but she could never say sorry, because it was to easy to walk over him.

Shannon smiled at the thought of kissing him. After she succeeding in breaking him up with Isabella, what was she going to do with him? Marry him, Shannon smiled at the thought…the world wouldn't understand their love. Shannon bit her lip. But who cared, it didn't matter what anyone else thought of them, as long as she knew it was meant to be, and she was meant to be with Boone. After all no one had ever been able to soothe her worries, like Boone, and at the same time put her in her place after a fight. That's what she loved about him after all, sometimes he could be so weak that she just wanted to kick him, and abuse him…but then his heart was so pure, he would do anything for anyone, and she admired that. Shannon felt tears stinging her eyes at the thought of Boone taking care of her as a child after her mom's death. He had been so sweet, and he knew all the right things to say, even as a child. What would she do without him…and even her father.

"Shannon!"

Boone was yelling at the top of his lungs. He sounded like he was in desperation.

"Boone?" Shannon said quickly wiping at her tears. She knew if Boone saw her crying then he would immediately put her through 21 questions, just to make sure she was okay.

Shannon's eyes widened. Yellow and orange blazes licked at the windows. The sound of fire crackling, overpowered the bottom deck. Oh God, the place was on fire! Shannon ran towards the bottom door, "Boone, where are you!"

Shannon placed her hands to her mouth as she realized that he was trapped.

"Hold on! I'm going to get you out…Oh mi god." Shannon stared back at Boone with fear. He was looking around frantically for a way out.

"I'm going to get you out…Boone what should I do!"

He ran towards the stairs, but the fire was holding him back.

Shannon pointed towards the sink, "Get some water and throw it on! Oh god, can I call 911!"

Boone was focusing on finding a way out.

The fire was tearing apart the yacht.

Shannon started to cry worthlessly, because she didn't know what to do.

Boone was starting to cough.

Shannon's hand dropped down from her mouth. No she couldn't let him die. But what the hell could she do! What could she do!

Shannon looked around frantically, Boone had to have a fire extinguisher somewhere.

The curtains caught fire, and then the couch.

Shannon stepped further down the stairs, the fumes were powerful. She started to cough, and then she struggled to hold her breath.

Boone waved her away, "No, don't come down here! Shannon, I'll find a way out of here." Boone looked around, "Dammit, where is that fire extinguisher?"

Shannon continued to step farther down.

"Shannon!" Boone yelled.

Shannon's eyes traveled towards a chunk of the top deck, which was now giving way due to the fire. "Boone, watch out!"

Boone looked up, the deck gave way, and landed on him, trapping him underneath a mass of wood.

Shannon screamed.

The fire intensified.

If he died, it would be all her fault. She couldn't let him die. Because she loved him too much. "Boone, hold on!" Shannon stared back at the fire in fear, and then at Boone on the floor, his eyes closed…and the fire so dangerously close.

Shannon kicked off her high heels, and then looked on the other side of the steps. The pathway down was blocked by fire, but not the side…if she jumped, then maybe she could get to him. But then how would she get him back up?

Shannon swallowed down a wad of nervousness in her throat. "Oh God,"

Beads of sweat fell down Boone's face. He could feel the fire on his skin…it was so hot, and his breathing was growing shallow. Boone's eyes fluttered open, just in time to see Shannon jump off the side of the stairs. She landed dangerously close to the couch which was already being devoured in angry flames.

"No…Shannon," Boone whispered. His eyelids were growing heavy, and he could tell that he was dying. The last thing he felt was Shannon place her hand behind his head, and then whisper in his ear, "I'm going to get you out of here, just please hold on Boone, just hold on."

Claire sat down on her bed, Charlie was taking a shower.

Claire was flipping through the television stations and then stopped on "The Goodbye Girl" the original from 1977. Claire smiled, she kind of felt a resemblance to Marsha Mason's character, who was left by her husband in New York City with a kid. Except Claire was left in Australia, and unlike Richard Dreyfuss, the romantic lead, Charlie was a singer, not a performer on Broadway.

Charlie came out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Claire smiled.

"Do I look that funny?"

Claire shook her head, "No Charlie, your insecurity is baffling sometimes."

Charlie scowled, "You think I am insecure?"

"Sometimes, but aren't we all."

Charlie glanced at the t.v. "Oh this is a classic."

Claire smiled, "Yes it is,"

Charlie walked towards the closet.

Claire sunk down in her bed.

"You can look if you wanna." Charlie joked.

Claire got up, "I'm going to go and get some tea."

Charlie smiled, "Okay,"

On the way to the door, Claire linked her arms in Charlie's.

Charlie smiled, "I can't get dressed love?"

Claire shook her head, "We'll turn up the heat…besides I still haven't gotten used to this big house."

"Me either, but I love it."

Claire snuck past Aaron's room. "Shh, Charlie, you have a habit of knocking down vases and…"

"I'm not that big of a klutz…" Charlie tried to walk past Aaron's room quietly, but he ended up tripping over his feet, losing his towel, and doing a roll right in front of Claire.

Claire stared down at Charlie, his head was resting on her foot, and he looked embarrassed.

"Whopsee Daisy,"

Claire helped him up, "Charlie, I told you!"

They both listened to see if Aaron was going to wake up, but he remained silent.

Charlie grabbed his towel, "Sorry love,"

"It's okay Charlie, so…."

There was a ring at the door.

"I'll get it," Charlie said.

Claire placed her hand against Charlie's chest, "Look at you Charlie…I'll get it."

"Oh right, I am half naked."

Claire shook her hand at him, "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,"

"Claire, Claire,"

Claire placed her hands on her hips, "Charlie!"

"Okay, I'm going." He said.

Claire looked after him, and then took the steps two at a time. On her way to the door, she glanced out the large glass window, which boasted a breath taking view of the city. Claire smiled. She loved Manhattan.

Claire first looked out the peephole, she scowled when she recognized Charlie's band mates. She wasn't trying to be selfish, but she wanted to spend the night with Charlie…alone, just watching movies, sharing jokes, and cuddling. Really cheesy stuff, but things that Claire enjoyed.

Claire opened the door, "Hey guys,"

"Hey, is Charlie here?"

Charlie who had gotten dressed in record time, came down the stairs in pajama pants and a wife beater. "Hey fellas,"

"Hey bud, we're going out on the town tonight, before the big black and white party tomorrow…we figured we could let loose, before slipping into tuxes and meeting the suits."

Claire stepped back as they all came in.

Charlie glanced at Claire.

"Go ahead Charlie," With that she disappeared into the kitchen.

Charlie's eyebrows furrowed low over his eyes, "I don't know guys…"

"Charlie…you're engaged to her! She's not going anywhere, and besides don't you wanna have a little fun before you get tied down?"

Charlie was going to say "No", since falling for Claire, he had grown tired of his old ways, like his brother Liam…well not exactly like him, but close.

His band mate Michael pulled a bag out of his pocket.

Charlie's eyes widened, "What are you bloody mad, Claire is in…"

"You know you want it Charlie, just one more night, before we get down to the heavy work on our album…and the promotion."

Charlie shook his head, "Nah, I…"

Michael shoved the bag in his pocket, before Charlie could take it out, Claire came back into the den.

"Would anyone like some tea?" She asked.

Charlie looked down. "We're fine Claire,"

Claire looked at everyone oddly, "Well more for me,"

Charlie clenched his jaw as he stared back at Michael, "I told you about my addiction, and you still go and bring this to me!" He whispered harshly.

Michael looked towards the kitchen, "Then give it back, we'll go out on our own, pick up chicks, and you go on ahead and settle into married life."

Charlie reached for the heroin in his pocket, "I used to take this to make me feel complete, because I was empty inside, but I don't need it…I don't need it."

Michael looked down at the heroin in Charlie's hand, "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

"I'm convinced." Charlie handed him back the heroin.

"We'll see you tomorrow at the studio." Michael smirked.

His other band mates followed after Michael, and then closed the door behind them.

Charlie sunk down on the couch. Claire came from the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around him, and then kissed him ontop of the head.

Charlie closed his eyes.

"You don't know him," Sawyer said.

Kate frowned, "Excuse me? You don't know me."

"Wanna bet," Sawyer smirked.

Kate ignored him. "So Jack…"

Sawyer stood up, "You still owe me a date, whether your dating this guy or not."

"I don't owe you anything,"

Jack placed his hand on Sawyer's shoulder, "How about you find another victim…Manhattan is full of…"

Sawyer shot up, and then turned around to face Jack, "How about you don't lay a hand on me Bud,"

Jack raised his hands, "Calm down, I'm just saying."

"You're just getting in my way." Sawyer growled.

Kate watched interested. "Okay that's enough."

Sawyer pushed Jack, "You just rubbed me the wrong way…and I don't like to be rubbed the wrong way…" Sawyer pushed Jack again.

Jack stood up to Sawyer, "Well you're an angry guy aren't you."

"Only when I have to be," Sawyer growled.

"Can I ask you why you're so angry, do you even know? Is it because your bothering that poor woman over there, that doesn't want anything to do with you and…"

"You've opened your mouth to much." Sawyer raised his fist.

Jack grabbed Sawyer's arm before he could punch him. "A little slow there,"

"Hey guys stop," Kate said getting from behind the bar, and walking towards them.

Sawyer brought his knee to Jack's stomach.

Jack groaned.

"Stop!" Kate screamed. She tried to pry Sawyer off of Jack. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" The manager yelled coming from the back.

Sawyer immediately let Jack go, he wasn't really sure why he had attacked him.

The manager pointed to Jack and Sawyer, "You too out, before I call the police…and you Kate, I need to talk to you now!"

Kate raised her chin, "I had nothing to do with this,"

Sawyer nodded, "Yeah, she did."

Kate gasped, "What?"

Sawyer smiled, "She started all of this,"

"No she didn't. We had a little too much to drink and it was between us," Jack replied.

"I don't care what the story is…just both of you leave my bar, before I call the cops."

Sawyer smiled as he watched Kate, and then stalked off.

"It really wasn't her fault…it was all me, I was acting like an idiot and she came to tell me to leave, and I provoked that man…and…"

"Just go," The manager growled.

Jack shook his head. If Kate lost her job because of him, then he was going to have to live with that, and he didn't think he could.

Kate watched as Jack walked off.

"You're fired." The manager said simply.

"What!" Kate exclaimed.

"Your fired, after tonight's shift, there is no tolerance for aiding behavior like this at…"

"No, but you don't understand I…"

"I understand, you brought those two into the bar, and they nearly chased away all the customers…"

"Fighting always happens in this bar!"

"But bartenders aren't supposed to be in the middle of it."

Kate placed her hand over her mouth, she was about to give up, but she needed this job! She had rent to pay, and not to mention she was on the borderline of loosing her apartment. "Please Dan, I…"

"This discussion is closed, there is plenty other women that would like to have your job."

This job is not a prize."

Dan paused, "Good, because your fired."

Angrily Kate went to the back to grab her belongings. After she gathered them she stormed out of the bar in tears. She had lost her job, and now how was she going to pay her rent.

"Kate!" Jack yelled after her. He had been waiting outside.

Kate wiped at her tears. "What do you want?"

"I'll go back and talk to him," Jack pleaded.

Kate shrugged, "What does it matter, that's only going to make things worse. I lost my job, and I'm not saying it's your fault because it's not…" Kate placed her hand to her forehead, "I'm going to go."

"Can I drive you…or…"

"No, I'm fine," Kate said quickly.

"It's late," Jack said.

"I'll be fine," Kate repeated, with that she stormed off.

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets, and then slowly walked towards his apartment.

Still upset, Kate walked down a dark street towards the subway.

As she reached for a tissue in her purse, someone grabbed her.

Kate opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, a hand was over her mouth.

"Well aren't you a pretty one, it's not safe to walk by yourself at night…all alone and vulnerable…"

Kate tried to scream, as her purse was ripped from her and tossed onto the ground, and she was dragged down the alley kicking and screaming.

Shannon struggled to stand up, she bent down to pick up Boone's shoulder's in her hands. "Boone, I need your help, you're too heavy!"

"Sh…"

Shannon bent down and then smacked him on the face.

His eyes fluttered open.

"Boone!"

"I can't…"

"Yes, you can, I can't carry you! And I'm not leaving you!"

Shannon reached for Boone's hands, and then tried to pull him up, but he wasn't cooperating. What if he was dying? Shannon shook her head, "No, you're not going to die Boone, you're not!"

Shannon coughed, and shielded her eyes from the black cinders that were flying all around. She placed her hand to her mouth. She had no idea how to get out of this…she was going to die…and so was Boone.

(Hey guys thanks for the reviews! A bit dramatic this chapter…but I love the drama so…thanks once again, and btw…the lost Dvd comes out September 6! I'll update soon.)