Chapter 17- Do me no Harm

Shannon felt her eyes starting to grow heavy. She coughed violently as the fumes invaded her throat. The fire crackled and lashed out at anything in it's way.

Boone slowly opened his eyes. He started to cough. "The fire…"

Shannon grabbed his shirt, "We're trapped," She placed her hand over her mouth.

Boone felt as if all his energy had been zapped from him. He struggled to get up, but his body wasn't cooperating.

"I don't know what to do!" Shannon screamed.

The fire had cut off any possible exit to the top deck.

"We're going to die! We're going to die!" Shannon screamed hysterically. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was frantically grabbing onto Boone's shirt.

"We're going to find a way out," Boone placed his hand to his throat. He felt as if it was on fire. "Hel…Help me up,"

"I'm so sorry for all the shit I put you through…what if we die like this, not even knowing…"

"Shannon help me up," Boone groaned weakly.

"The fire is everywhere, the exit is trapped, I'm going to die so young, and not even getting a chance too…"

The top section of the deck caved in.

Shannon screamed, she placed her hands over her head.

Boone winced. If he died, then so would Shannon. He didn't care about himself, but he had to save her. Boone raised his legs, and placed his hands against the floor. The fire started to grow with intensity.

The loud piercing shatter of glass echoed through out the yacht which was starting to sink.

Boone glanced over at Shannon.

Her eyes were starting to close, and she had seemed to calm down. Shannon fell forward.

"No," Boone closed his eyes. He reopened them, "I made you a promise…and I'm not going to let you die."

Breathing was becoming harder and harder.

Boone struggled to ignore the intense pain in his body. He used his hands to propel him up, and then bent down to pick up Shannon in his arm.

Boone stumbled backwards nearly dropping Shannon.

He was dizzy, the whole room had transformed into an inferno.

Sweat poured down his face, as he deliriously searched for any way to get them out.

A couple more windows broke.

Boone realized what he had to do, there only escape was through one of the windows.

As Boone looked around for anything to break the window, water started to come through the broken glass on the other side.

"The pressure…break the window before it goes…underwater," Shannon mumbled.

"I need your help Shannon, I need something to break the window."

"I'm too tired Boone."

Boone bent down and splashed some water onto Shannon's face.

Shannon screamed.

"Unless you want to die help me!"

Shannon wanted to cry, all her energy was zapped, and they were obviously as good as dead already.

Boone raised his arms and shielded his face from angry flames as he searched the boat for anything sharp.

Shannon stumbled forward.

The stairs gave way, and a large chunk of wood collapsed down into the low waters.

Boone snatched up the wood, and then ran over to the window.

Shannon sighed weakly, and then sat down. The water was around her waist as she sat, and her head started to bob forward.

Boone winced, "Come on!" He slammed the long section of wood into the glass. As he suspected the glass was strong. "Come on!" Boone yelled.

Shannon fell forwards into the water face down.

Boone continued to heave the wood into the glass, using all of his energy, and putting Shannon in the back of his mind. Seeing her face made him want to work harder.

"If we die now then you will never know how much I really care."

Boone looked down, "I'm not sure if I want to know, and fill my head with false beliefs,"

"I do love you, I just have a hard way of showing it."

Boone coughed. "I'm not going to give up, I'm going to save her I am! I am!"

"My name is Boone Carlisle and I am an alcoholic." Boone placed his hand to his chin, admitting it was the hardest. He took a deep breath and then looked around at the smiling faces. "I am here because I was not only addicted to alcohol, but also to a self-destructing relationship that…" Boone looked down and crossed his arms. "I cared too much about someone, and all she knew was how to hurt me."

Boone sounded weak and he knew it.

"I don't only want to let alcohol go, but I want to cleanse myself of her…I need to let her go, and move on, so I won't end up like this, an emotional wreck that…" Boone felt tears sting his eyes. God, he was so weak. "I can't live with her, but yet I don't know how to live without her, this is going to be harder than I thought."

The wood shattered the glass.

Boone picked at the jagged edges and pulled them out piece by piece. He cut his hands, but he ignored the pain. More water crashed into the bottom portion of the boat. The boat was sinking.

"Shannon!" Boone turned around. His eyes widened when he realized that she was laying face down in the water. "No, No, No!"

He dropped down, and gently cradled her in his arms.

She was still breathing!

Holding her, he walked towards the window, and then placed his hands against the ledge. The shore wasn't too far away, he just hoped he had enough energy to swim them both back to shore.

Boone took one last look at his boat, and then carefully hoisted himself up along with Shannon, and then fell into the ocean.

He surfaced gasping for air.

Shannon grabbed onto him, "We're going to die…you can't…we can't…"

"The shore isn't too far away, I can see it from here."

"Why does stuff happen like this to me?" She cried weakly.

"That was my boat, don't you think I should be asking that question," Boone shivered as a cool breeze blew past.

"I'm sorry," Shannon said.

Boone shook his head as he watched his yacht sink in confusion, loss and amazement. Did all of that really just happen.

"You saved my life Boone," Shannon held on tightly to him.

"Don't thank me yet," He said snapping out of it, and making his way towards shore with Shannon still in his arms.

"It's not always safe to walk the streets at night by yourself." Kate's attacker said. He ripped at her jacket, and then tried to take off of her shirt.

"No!" Kate screamed. She bit his hand.

"Oww you bitch!" The man threw Kate forward. She went slamming into a brick wall.

A groan escaped her mouth as she felt the impact.

"You're going to pay for that."

Kate searched frantically for a weapon, any weapon she could use to attack the man.

"It looks like I got you trapped." He threw himself onto Kate.

Kate struggled with him.

His hands fumbled around wildly.

"Stop! Help me! Help!" Kate clawed at his face and then kneed him in the stomach.

The man's power was unfaltering. As Kate continued to scream he lashed out at her, and smacked her across the face.

"Shut up!"

Kate continued to fight.

He grabbed her by her shoulders and then slammed her against the concrete.

Kate groaned.

The man ripped Kate's shirt, and then tried to get to her jeans.

Kate punched him, but he kept going.

"Help!"

Suddenly the weight was lifted off of her, and Kate saw the man fly through the air.

She sat up hysterically. Tears stained her cheeks and the only thing she could think about was running, she didn't care about how the man had gotten off of her, she just wanted to run. Kate ran towards the streets.

Cars whizzed past.

She could hear them fighting behind her.

Kate turned around. She grabbed her purse, and searched for her mase.

Jack was thrown against the wall.

The attacker picked up an empty trashcan and then used it to crash into Jack's stomach.

Jack doubled over in pain.

The attacker then slammed the trashcan over his head.

Jack slumped against the wall.

The attacker through the trashcan and then bent downwards, he grabbed Jack by the neck and then started to choke him.

Jack grabbed for the man's hands, as he felt the pain surge through his body. A choked whimper escaped his throat as his lungs started to close in on him.

"Ahh!" The man yelled.

Kate had appeared out of no where and was now spraying the mase into the man's eyes.

Jack struggled to regain his breath.

Kate quickly helped him up, and dragged him away quickly, and back towards the street.

"We can't let him get away, he tried to hurt you!" Jack said grabbing at his neck.

Kate gasped as the man ran away in the opposite direction.

Jack got ready to chase after him but Kate grabbed onto his arm.

"No!"

Kate stared back at Jack speechless, "If it wasn't for you then…" Kate looked down, "That was the scariest thing that ever happened to me."

"It's never safe for a woman to walk alone at night, no matter if we're in Manhattan or not."

Kate ran her hand along her bruises and winced, "I don't really have a choice."

"Tonight you do, You're coming back with me."

"What?"

Jack shook his head, "You have some open cuts, and I need to clean you up."

"I can take care of myself."

"He's still out here somewhere, I insist you come back to my place, at least until the morning."

Kate looked down, "But I…"

"I promise I'm a lot friendlier than that guy."

Kate nodded, "Okay sure, but I'm leaving first thing in the morning."

(Thanks for the reviews guys! I know this was a crazy and overly dramatic chapter, but things will return back to normal…and Charlie and Claire will be back next chapter! Until next update.)