Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of it's characters (obviously or this story wouldn't have happened! stupid Shoone killers!)
Author's Note: Hey all! I am so excited about this, my first time submitting a fanfic! YAY! This is basically what I think should happen after the end of season 1, inspired by the death of poor Boone. If people like it, I will continue to post more, if not, well, I'll post the rest anyway 'cause I just want to! So, read and enjoy and PLEASE tell me what you think of it (I don't mind bad stuff either, I will just hunt you down and murder you for it! lol, just kidding, ENJOY!)
PS: special thanks to Faran1078 for helping me fix this thing up! Words cannot express my gratitude!
Shannon had been walking along, as quiet and moody as she always was these days, dragging the heavy suitcase that held Boone's things while trying to keep hold of the dog she had been given by Walt. God! She thought. She missed him so damn much! Why did the stupid idiot have to go with Locke that last time? Why had she gone with Sayid that night and missed her brother's last painful moments alive? She just wished that she could have been with him at the end, that she could have told him how she really felt. But he was gone. She had missed her chance to tell him she loved him. He had died thinking he was nothing but a toy to her, when in truth he was so much more. She hated herself for the way she had made him feel. She had known he loved her, known it before he had probably, and had used it against him ever since. She had toyed with him, always making him chase after her, wasting away his money to get rid of the guys she seemed to attract but was secretly hiring. It had been a game to her, much like everything was, a fun way of filling in her time. She knew he would always come to her apparent rescue as soon as she asked. But no more. Now she had to get herself out of trouble, had to deal with things on her own, without the knowledge that Boone was always there to save the day. Sayid was there, but he would never compare to her brother. She liked him, of course, he just wasn't the same.
Damnit! She thought as the suitcase snagged on a large root, becoming stuck and causing her to fall backwards on her rear. At the same time, the dog gave a loud bark and ran off into the trees to the side of the path the group had been following. She tried to keep hold of its leash but lost it when she had fallen over. Scowling, she hauled herself to her feet, trying to retain as much dignity and poise as she could whilst trying to keep her skirt from ending up stuck beneath her breasts. She glanced back at the suitcase, hopelessly wedged in place, before turning to look for the dog. What was its name? She wondered as she peered through the thick shadows beneath the trees into which it had run.
"Here boy." She called as she began pushing through the many bushes growing beneath the trees. She decided she had better go after it, seeing as it was the only being on this stupid island that didn't look at her like she was a spoiled and selfish brat. Which, of course, she thought bitterly, she was. She could still hear it barking not far off and began moving towards the sound, calling for it to come back.
She found it a few minutes later, standing at the edge of an embankment that fell into a dry river and barking down at something in the riverbed. She hurried over to it, taking the lead and wrapping it around her hand. She knelt down beside it and tried to gain its attention but it would not stop barking into the gorge. She shifted her gaze to follow the dogs and let out a cry. There, at the bottom of the riverbed, was her brother. She flew into the gorge, landing awkwardly because of her heels and kicked them off in frustration as she hurried to Boone's side. Collapsing beside his prone form, she gazed down at him with tears in her eyes. He was completely naked, lying perfectly still on a flat, dusty patch of ground. She stared at him in disbelief, not sure whether she was dreaming or if it were real. Slowly, cautiously, she reached out to place her hands on his chest as if to confirm that he was real. His skin was warm beneath her palms. She stared at his face, searching for some sign of life.
"Boone?" She whispered, choking back tears. "Boone, can you hear me?"
The young man stirred at her words, moving fretfully as if it were costing him everything to wake up. Slowly, he opened his eyes and once more she found herself captivated by their shining blue brilliance.
"Shannon?" He gasped, trying to sit up and failing. She bent closer to him, lifting his head gently.
"I'm here Boone." She told him, her voice still a tender whisper. "It's okay, I'm here now." Her eyes strayed across his body, looking for some sign of the injuries that had caused his death. He was completely whole. She looked back at his face to find that his eyes were closed again.
"Boone?" She called anxiously, afraid he was not as well as he looked. His eyes snapped open again and he looked around.
"Where are we?" He asked, his voice becoming stronger.
"We're still on the island." She told him. "The group is moving to a safer location further inland."
"Why?" He questioned, locking his eyes on hers.
"The Others are coming for us." Her voice shook as she said it. Boone sat up slowly, testing his strength and surveying his once again whole body.
"Where are my clothes?" He asked suddenly, wondering whether she was playing one of her stupid games.
"I don't know." She replied. "I just found you like this. Walt's dog led me to you."
"You trained the dog to find me?" He joked, forgetting he had been dead previously. Shannon just shook her head slowly.
"Boone? Don't you remember what happened? You were out with Locke and you found a crashed plane stuck in a tree. You went up in and it," her voice broke as she struggled with the memory of seeing him lying on the mat, cold and lifeless, "it fell and you were hurt. Jack tried to save you but," her voice faded into silence. Boone thought for a moment, trying to remember.
"He said he had to take my leg." He said slowly, his memory coming back. "But I knew it was no good. I told him to let me go. And, and you weren't there." He said, looking at her with hurt etched across his handsome face.
"I was with Sayid." She told him, now regretting her decision very much. "But I'm here now." She said, hugging him suddenly. He hugged her back, burying his face in her silken hair, breathing deeply the scent of her shampoo. Funny, he thought, how she always manages to keep herself so immaculate. It wasn't until he opened his eyes again that he saw the figures standing at the top of the ravine, drawn by the dog's barking. Shannon seemed to sense his distraction and turned to see Sayid and a few other members of their party watching them in shocked silence. She slowly stood, drawing Boone up with her.
"Could someone get my suitcase?" She asked awkwardly.