I don't own "Lost" or any of the characters in this story except for Isabella and Seth. I also don't own the songs "Simple Kind of Life" by No Doubt...or "Wonderwall" which belongs to the one and only band Oasis.

Chapter 18- Wonderwall

The sunlight streamed through her window. Shannon stirred in the bed. The pink sheets tangled around her long legs, and the comforter was thrown down onto the floor. She let out a low moan, as cool air from outside wafted in. Shannon groggily wiped her blonde locks away from her hazel eyes and then looked around. She forced herself up.

"Where am I?" Shannon asked. A mirror was across from her. "Gross, I look sick," She mumbled. She forced herself up and her feet trailed across the beautiful persian rug on the shiny wooden floors. As she took a deep breath of the crisp Hamptons air, Shannon remembered where she was. Now that she remembered she wanted to forget. Last night had been a nightmare, she and Boone had nearly died after she had accidentally burned down his boat.

Shannon's mouth twisted into a scowl. She didn't usually feel regret, but she did now. Boone's boat was gone and it was all her fault. Maybe she should check on him, and apologize? But what good would that do.

With all these conflicting thoughts circling through her head, Shannon rested her arms against a white bookshelf right underneath the window. Would Boone want her to leave now…well he always wanted her to leave, but now would he actually do something about it? Shannon sighed. No matter what she did, she always made a mess of everything.

"Shannon,"

The door opened and Boone stepped in.

She turned around and smiled back at him hopefully.

He glanced down at her dark purple lingerie with golden trim, "It's amazing you were able to get sleep, and get changed into that after last night,"

Shannon ran her hands through her disheveled blonde hair, only making it more of a mess. She wanted to say sorry to Boone, but sorry wouldn't come out. Her mouth opened.

"Did you want to say something?" Boone asked sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"It was a mistake,"

Boone nodded with a disappointed expression, "My boat is at the bottom of the Atlantic…."

"Boone why do you have to make it sound so dramatic?"

"What did I say wrong, my boat caught on fire thanks to you, and we nearly died yesterday, it's gone," He leaned forward and then placed his arms against his khaki pants.

"I'm…"

"You're sorry!" He yelled.

Shannon gasped. Her eyebrows furrowed low over her eyes, and she crossed her arms in order to appear stronger than she was feeling right now.

Boone shot up, his face was an angry shade of red, and his eyes stared accusingly back at her. "How did you manage to do that Shannon! Did you do it on purpose, did you do it just because you want to destroy my life? Did you do just because you like to fck with me? Mess me up more than I already am, thanks to you…"

"Shut up, how dare you blame me for…"

"Because it is all you're fault! I came to Manhattan to get away from you and you followed me here,"

"I didn't follow you!" Shannon screamed back at him. She wanted to cry, because she knew she was wrong, but she couldn't admit it because she was too proud. "It's not my fault that you want to marry that whore Isabella,"

"Excuse me!" Isabella came into the room. "Listen bitch, you came back into Boone's life when…"

"No one is talking to you!" Shannon screamed loudly.

"Isabella, can you just leave me to talk with my sis…" Boone paused and then turned to look at Shannon with disgust. "Her,"

Shannon's mouth started to quiver. Yes, she had burned down his boat, but it was because she was trying to do something nice. Oh No, the tears were actually starting to fall.

Isabella closed the door, but not without giving Shannon one last dirty look.

As soon as Boone turned around, Shannon lashed out, her hand smacked him soundly across the cheek. His head jerked to the left, and he stumbled backwards.

Shannon placed her stinging hand back down to her side.

"Get out,"

Shannon bit her quivering lip, "And go were,"

"To hell,"

"Boone," She cried.

He looked down, "At the rate I'm going dealing with you…I'm going to start drinking again, and I'm not going to let you take me back down that path."

Tears were streaming down Shannon's reddened face. So much for her pride. "It wasn't my fault,"

"So it was mine as everything always is," He said quietly.

Shannon reached out, "I'm sorry for touching you," She tried to remove his hand from his face, but he jerked away.

"Don't fcking touch me,"

"Fine," She quickly wiped away at her tears. Boone always got mad at her after she did something, but never this mad. It looked like it was all over for them. Her eyes started to brim with fresh tears once again.

"Even if it was an accident, the fact that you're so callous about it is sick, Shannon, we almost died."

"I know!"

Boone clenched his jaw, "I just can't trust you, if I'm going to stay sober, and try to live a somewhat happy life, I got to…"

Shannon looked down, and then back at him. "You have to what Boone…marry Isabella."

"I am going to marry her,"

Shannon bit the inside of her cheek, "I was trying to cook dinner for you."

"What?"

Shannon placed her hand over her mouth, and then turned her face to the side, so Boone couldn't see her still crying. "I messed up as usual, but when the boat burned down I was trying to cook for you, but what difference does that make," Shannon pushed him out of her way, and then started to grab her clothes. She reached for a pair of jeans. "If you want me to leave, then I will,"

Boone remained silent.

"I hope she makes you happy," Shannon tried to slip on the jeans, but her hands were shaking so badly, the jeans fell to the floor. "Shit!" She screamed.

Boone sat down on the bed once again and clasped his hands together.

"What are you still doing here huh? Just leave you coward,"

Boone shook his head, "Coward,"

Shannon snatched up the jeans, and successfully put them on this time. "Just go,"

"I will, bye," Boone stood up and then walked out.

"You want me gone, I'll leave, and I'll never come back."

Boone paused at the door, "Bye,"

Shannon stared at him in a comatose state as Boone closed the door behind him. She grabbed her clothes and started to stuff them into her suitcase. As she closed the suitcase she looked around, making sure that she had left nothing behind. Shannon placed her hands on top of the Coach suitcase, and then closed her eyes. He didn't want anything else to do with her. Although she would like to think that she didn't care, she did. She cared about Boone so much, and she loved him.

As she started to cry again, she grabbed her suitcase, and then brought it onto her shoulders. If Isabella tried to say anything to her, then she knew she was going to kick her ass. Why did Boone want her? As Shannon reached for the door, she paused and grabbed her Ipod, she needed a distraction…or else she would walk out of the room looking defeated, hurt and angry. Shannon quickly slipped on her ear phones, and put on a determined, "I don't give a shit", "Marry her, and have ugly kids with her" expression on her face.

Shannon opened the door, and then turned on her Ipod, Lucky for her the first song that came on was "Simple Kind of Life," by No Doubt.

Oh c'mon! Shannon thought saddened.

As she suspected Isabella the bitch was on the couch talking to Boone, Boone was obviously upset.

Shannon was about to turn the song but then Boone glanced over at her. If she drove him to drink again, it would be her fault. Shannon flipped her hair off of her shoulder. She had to act like she didn't care. She walked towards the door, and slid her flip flops on, and walked out of Boone's Hamptons mansion, in jeans, and her short purple lingerie gown still on over her jeans.

I don't care about Boone, I don't care. Let him drink. Let him!

Shannon stomped her pink flip flops on the grass as she stormed towards the road. People in BMW's and Mustang's, glanced at her as if she were some freak. Maybe she should give them something to gawk at.

Angrily she stuck up her middle finger at her on lookers, and then continued to walk on. She wasn't sure where she was going but she knew that she had to get away. How could she have broken down in front of Boone, Shannon shook her head angrily at the thought of Isabella comforting him.

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
I always was the one with all the love
You came along, I'm hunting you down

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

The winds shifted, and small droplets of rain started to fall. Shannon felt empty inside, what was she supposed to do when Boone didn't want her anymore, he didn't want to fight with her, or even kiss her, he just wanted her gone. Shannon pouted. She refused to go back to him like some damsel in distress, but where was she going to go with no money except for Boone's credit card?

Okay, she could use his card to at least get her back to the city, but then what? If she was lucky then Charlie and Claire would let her stay with them. The rain started to fall harder soaking Shannon to the bone. Boone would come after her…he had to.

"I should go after her,"

Isabella ran her hands against Boone's reddened cheek. "She smacked you, why did she smack you?"

"Shannon doesn't need a reason to react." Boone stood up.

Isabella lunged out and grabbed him by the sleeve of his blue and white Abercrombie button down shirt. "Where are you going."

Boone looked helplessly towards the window, "It's raining…"

"No you don't, Boone what else does your sister have to do to prove to you that she's not worthy of your time? Does she have to kill you…oh wait, that might not even work because she left you for dead that night you almost died."

Boone's arm relaxed in Isabella's, "How is she going to get back to the city?"

"Who gives a damn, I don't like the way she treats you…and look at you Boone, so eager to chase after her after she burned down your boat, called you names, and then smacked you? How come you let that girl walk all over you like that,"

"She needs someone to depend on."

Isabella laughed, "Oh she does? I think she is fine all by herself, and if she does need someone then left her find someone else. Boone I am not going to let her destroy you again,"

Boone sighed.

Isabella smiled back at Boone, and then placed her hand underneath his chin. "How about we stay here for an extra night?"

"I have to get back to the city to…"

"For your new business?" Isabella asked.

"I have to start painting and…"

"Hire some people."

"I want it to be special, so I have to do it." Boone glanced towards the window hoping that Shannon would come back to him. His heart was too weak, and damn him for loving her, and excepting her back into his arms, every time she needed him.

Isabella kissed Boone's nose, and then his lips. "Just let me take care of you…forget about Shannon, let her go Boone, just let her go."

Charlie got up, he slid down the last end of the banister like a child. He smelled breakfast, Claire was cooking! His feet landed on the soft cream carpet, he glanced out the window and smiled at the sight of the Brooklyn Bridge congested with traffic as usual.

"Is that you Charlie?" Claire asked.

"Who else could it be? Aaron?"

Claire stepped from the kitchen. Her stunning blue eyes were filled with excitement, and her golden locks were tossed up into a ponytail behind her head.

"I guess Aaron had a busy night, the kiddo is still sleep,"

Claire's eyes widened, "Hmm…Aaron never sleeps in,"

"No need to be worried love, I already checked up on him." Charlie placed his hands on Claire's shoulder and then brought her close so he could kiss her on the cheek.

Claire ruffled Charlie's hair, "Do I have to go out and buy you a hairbrush?"

"I like my hair wild, and unruly," Charlie paused to playfully raise his eyebrows up and down at Claire. "Kind of like me,"

Claire laughed, "Okay…rebel,"

"You know it,"

Claire playfully pushed Charlie and then moved towards the omelets she was making. "You like cheese in your omelet?"

"Yeah, it smells good, do you have any bacon?"

Claire moved back to open the stove, and then pointed towards some bacon sizzling inside a pan. "I've taken care of everything,"

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome, so I was thinking after we eat maybe we could take the subway to Central Park and fit in a little run with Aaron, before the big night."

"Yeah, of course and we have to go shopping for a dress for you,"

"Charlie, I could wear the last dress you got me,"

"Are you kidding Claire!"

"It's a beautiful dress,"

"But the soon to be Ms. Pace, can't repeat dresses, I want you to have a new beautiful dress, that is as gorgeous as you."

Claire pouted, "Stop spoiling me Charlie,"

"I'm lucky to have someone to spoil, and not just any someone, but this beautiful…"

Claire tilted her head to the side and stared back at Charlie adoringly.

"Amazing, life-saver, reason for breathing…have I out mushed myself yet?"

"You can never be too mushy," Claire placed down her cloth and then placed her hands on Charlie's cheeks, "Do you think Shannon will mind watching Aaron for us?"

"I'd be scared to ask her," Charlie said.

"Why?" Claire asked removing her hands from Charlie's cheeks and then resting them on her waist.

"Because she's scary, she might go all exorcist on me…and her eyes might bulge out, and turn bloody red…oh and did I forget the scary, demon voice?"

"She's nice," Claire defended.

"Ha, and I'm an elf,"

Claire smirked.

"Hey, that was supposed to be a joke,"

"You are kind of short Charlie, but if you ask me it adds to your charm."

Charlie leaned against the counter, "Charlie Pace has charm? Yeah, I think I found the right girl,"

"You better believe it." Claire said with a wink and then returning back towards her omelets which she had nearly burnt while playing around with Charlie.

Sawyer woke up the next morning…at least he thought it was morning. His shades were drawn, and all he could see around him was his mess of an apartment. Pizza boxes were on the floor, along with clothes, and groceries that he had left on the floor two days ago.

He smirked, "I'm going to get fired, never showing up for work. Ha."

Someone snored next to him.

Damn he brought someone home too? Sawyer turned around and his face wrinkled in disgust. This woman he brought home wasn't what he would call "purdy" in the south. Reaching for a pillow he placed the pillow over her face, and then turned back around.

Sawyer smiled. "That's better,"

He grabbed his cigarettes on his lamp stand and quickly lit one. Sawyer took a quick fix of the nicotine, and then blew out a cloud of smoke. He felt like shit for getting that Kate girl fired, and he felt like he had to at least talk to her manager. Why he cared, he wasn't to sure, Maybe it was because she was hot?

"Mmm…Sawyer?" The girl said reaching out to grab ay Sawyer's waist.

Sawyer smacked her hand away, "Get offa me woman,"

The girl sat up, "Are you serious?"

Sawyer stood up, he tripped over his shoes and went crashing down to the ground. "Hell, who put that there!"

"You," She stood up and grabbed Sawyer's sheets with her. "I must have been really drunk to sleep with you,"

"I could say the same sweetheart, now get out, I got things to do," Sawyer opened his curtain and then stared out at the sidewalk as he smoked.

A little girl walked by with her mom. The little girl gasped, "Mommy, that man is naked!"

"Oh Caroline cover your eyes!" The mom exclaimed.

Sawyer shrugged, and then slowly walked back towards his bed. He sat down, and then searched around for some clothes to wear to the bar that Kate used to work at. He didn't pay attention as the woman left. He grabbed some boxers, and then thought it over. He did just sleep with that woman, and there was nothing too sexy about her, so he was going to take a shower…and then get Kate her job back.

Kate walked down the stairs of Jack's Manhattan loft. She was taken aback by the size, and she couldn't understand why a single man like Jack would want such a big place. Kate stepped into Jack's poorly furnished den. She found him wearing a wife beater, some black sweat pants, and punching a punching bag.

This man had saved her life yesterday, and although he barely knew her…he even allowed her to stay over. Kate crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

Jack didn't notice her, he kept on punching away. His face was troubled and he was clearly bothered by something.

Kate opened her mouth to announce her presence, but then stopped. Last night she had been so scared, and thrown off guard that she hadn't even noticed how handsome Jack was. A smile crossed her face. Something about him reminded her of her old flame Tom.

Kate sighed. Maybe she should just leave?

Jack stopped, and then sighed. He tilted his head backwards, and then glanced outside at the adjacent sky scraper where a couple was arguing on the balcony. He couldn't hear them, but there frantic hand motions, was a dead give away.

"Morning," Kate said with a quick wave.

Jack stepped back surprised. "Oh good morning," He nodded his head in her direction, and then looked at the punching bag embarrassed. "Sorry about that I…"

"Oh it's okay, Is that a morning ritual of yours?"

Jack pushed the punching bag towards the wall. "Only when I'm not working."

"I just wanted to say thank you again," Kate said.

"No problem, are you hungry, do you want breakfast? I'm not that big of a cook, but I do have some sausage, and french toast…"

"That's okay,"

"You're here already…why not?"

Kate smiled, "Oh…oh okay,"

"Follow me," Jack walked into the kitchen.

Kate walked after him, she was wearing one of Jack's light blue button down shirts. She ran her hands through her curly brown hair and then took a quick glance around Jack's kitchen. His kitchen was empty like the rest of his house.

"Did you just move in?"

"Yeah,"

"How do you like Manhattan?" Kate asked.

"A little big, but with the right tour guide I think I could get to know the place a little better," Jack pulled out bottles of apple, orange, and kiwi-strawberry juice. "Do you want something to drink until I'm finished cooking for you?"

"Apple juice please,"

Jack nodded, and then grabbed a plastic cup from the cabinet. "I'm living like a college student until I get used to this place."

Kate smiled, "Donuts for breakfast, and Roman noodles for dinner."

"Exactly, especially on work days, so what do you say about showing me around Manhattan?"

Kate looked back at Jack surprised. "You um…want me to show you around?"

"If you could?" Jack placed the cup of apple juice in front of Kate, and then looked back at her hopefully.

"Jack, I live in Brooklyn,"

"You could show me around there too… sorry, I guess I never considered the fact that you might have something else to do. I'll make you breakfast quickly so you could leave….not saying that I want you to leave, because company is nice."

Kate looked down, and then traced her hands along the marble counter. "I…I guess I can show you around."

"Really?" Jack asked.

"Sure, you saved my life yesterday, it's the least I could do."

"Thank you Kate..."

"Kate Austin," She extended her hand for Jack.

Jack placed down the package of sausages he was working on opening, and then shook Kate's hand, "Jack Shepard, nice to meet you Kate."

Kate blushed.

Shannon could barely see. The rain was pouring so hard.

A car pulled up next to her. The horn honked.

She kept on walking.

"Get in!" He yelled.

She knew Boone would come after her, he always did. But she wasn't going to get in his car because she deserved this. Shannon kept on walking, her flip flops frequently got caught in the mud, but she kept on walking.

"Get in Shannon!" Boone yelled again.

In order to step up the dramatics, Shannon threw down her bag, and then pulled off her flip flops.

"What are you doing!" Boone beeped the horn.

"Making your wish come true, going away!" She screamed.

Lightning streaked the sky up high. The late September winds whistled, and on the beach the waves crashed angrily on shore. Shannon wanted Boone to chase after her, even though he had done nothing wrong, she needed him to chase after her. So she could convince herself, that he would love her no matter how much of a screw up she was.

Shannon's bare feet graced the damp soil as she ran towards the beach. Boone couldn't follow her with the car on the beach. She ran towards the sea, and then did a sudden detour…she was crazy, but not crazy enough to go out into the pounding surf…especially when Boone was a bad lifeguard.

She was playing games with him. She wanted him to chase after her. Boone turned on his signals to turn around and head back towards his mansion. Isabella was right, why was he even chasing after Shannon. The rain let up for a couple of seconds, he could make out Shannon running in her lingerie and jeans, she kept on turning around.

Boone sighed, and then killed the engine. Why couldn't he shake Shannon, no matter what she did?

He had to stop thinking like this, because even though he loved Shannon he didn't want to be with her. Boone opened his door, the rain started to pick up again. Why was he doing this again, if he didn't want to be with her?

Boone closed his door, and then jumped over the rail. He pulled off his dark brown dress shoes, and tossed them on the sand. "Shannon!" He yelled.

Boone then started to run. His khakis were damp and heavy, and his shirt suddenly felt like a body suit. He ran as fast as he could, Shannon had stopped.

"Shannon!"

She turned around to face him.

Boone felt his heart melt, just at the sight of her. He was starting to believe that he was sick…maybe he was crazy, he was obsessed with Shannon.

"Why did you come after me?" She screamed.

Boone ran towards her and then collapsed onto the ground in front of her.

"Get up," Shannon said icily.

Boone looked up stunned.

"You want to be hurt don't you, you finally fixed me…and you come after me,"

"I don't want to be with you, but I have to know that you're safe."

"I am,"

"Where would you go?"

Shannon shrugged, "I would find a way."

Boone held out his hand, he expected Shannon to leave him hanging, but she helped him up. He went crashing into her.

Shannon placed her hands on his damp shirt, "I don't understand why you keep on coming back…are you stupid."

"I think I am," Boone sighed. "Let me at least take you back to the city…you don't have to leave the loft, but we can't do this anymore Shannon…I need to move on, I need to be with Isabella…"

Shannon wrapped her hand around Boone's arm tighter. "Even if I killed her I think you would still love me."

Boone looked down.

Shannon cupped her hand under his chin. "I'm a time bomb just waiting to explode, you can't help me Boone."

Boone looked up, "Maybe that's why I always come after you Shannon, if I don't take care of you then who will."

Shannon bit her lip. Despite the rain, somehow she still had her Ipod on, she didn't even notice, because she had been so wrapped up in running away from Boone, and now talking to Boone, but it seemed as if the right songs kept on playing.

"Wonderwall" by Oasis was currently in rotation.

Shannon stared back at Boone unable to speak. How could he care about her so much, How! She let go of him, and then pulled back.

Lightning flashed, and Boone's eyes widened. "What?"

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how

Shannon brought him close to her again. He stared back at her in confusion. "I'll never tell you this again…but just so you know, I love you too…after everything you're still standing here."

Boone stared into Shannon's eyes. "I'm crazy,"

Shannon stroked his cheek. "Last time I'll kiss you."

"No…" Boone started.

"Shh," Shannon silenced him immediately by pressing her lips against his own. She could taste the rain on his lips.

Boone tried to push her away, but she jumped on him. He caught her, and placed his hands around her lower waist in order to keep her up. They were both crazy, kissing in the pouring rain, and not to mention Shannon was listening to an Ipod in the pouring rain? But despite it all, he continued to kiss her.

Shannon ran her hands through Boone's damp hair, and then wrapped her arms around him. She loved this guy, she loved him so much.

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

They fell to the damp sand. Boone on his back, and Shannon on top of him. He would never be able to shake her and he knew it. The waves came in a little further and cascaded over Boone's feet.

Shannon continued to kiss him like a mad woman. A woman mad for Boone. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she couldn't shake him either.

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

(Hey guys, thanks for the reviews last chapter! It was an intense chapter, and this chapter was kind of crazy too, but it was long…it might be the longest, and I made sure that everyone was in it! I will update soon…probably in October, the first or second week. Thanks once again!)