AN: Written for the one year anniversary of Boone's death.
He was dying, and he knew it. As certainly as he'd known his father had been dying, even though they'd tried to conceal it from him.
"Let me go, Jack." He pleaded, knowing the other man thought he'd be letting him down instead of doing him a favour.
John Locke may have started him on his Shannon Rutherford twelve step programme, but Jack Sheppard was going to finish it for him.
"Tell Shannon, tell……." His consciousness slipped away as his spirit left his flesh.
"I'll be waiting." He'd meant to say. Not even aware of how short a time that would be.