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: WOW! Thanks to all who reviewed, it means so much to know that my work is appreciated! And to all those chicks who like Boone's nakedness, sorry, but he is going to have to put some clothes on! Please don't kill me!
Okay, this chapter is a little shorter, but it kinda builds the plot so I appologize for the lack of juicy stuff. I promise it will get better later on! But for now, just enjoy it and PLEASE review at the end! It only takes a few minutes, and I know you are all capable of stringing a few words together so please do so!
The group made their way through the island, finally stopping at nightfall. They made camp in a clearing that had a small stream nearby, setting down their things and laying out bedding close together. Boone and Shannon had talked the whole time, Shannon filling her brother in on everything that had happened after his death. He was pleased to hear that Claire had finally had her baby and even made an effort to look happy when he heard that Michael had gotten the raft finished and had set off to find help. But something was troubling him. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not explain how he could have been dead for a week then suddenly be found alive and whole miles away from where he had been buried.
Shannon did not question him about it, she was just happy to have him back. Every moment they were together, she was holding his hand or gazing at him or making little movements against him. It was the chance she had wanted, a chance to make things right again between them. But before she could reveal her feelings for Boone, she had to do something about Sayid. He was in love with her too and she couldn't just dump him without warning. She didn't want to be that person anymore. She wanted to be someone with standards and morals and feelings. She was determined to change.
Boone noticed the change in his sister, he saw it in the way she moved, heard it in the way she spoke and felt it in the way she touched him. She was different, he could tell. His death must have affected her more than he could have imagined. He felt inexplicably to blame for the anguish she had gone through. He had chosen to go with Locke, had chosen to go into the plane, had chosen to let Jack stop his efforts to save him. It was all his fault and his sister had suffered for it. He didn't care that he had died; just that she had been hurt by it.
Now, sitting with Shannon, he felt as if anything was possible. There was still a chance for them to be together, he could still confess his feelings for her. Deep down, he knew she was aware of how he felt, but he wanted to tell her anyway. He felt it would make her feel the same way, or at least accept that he was in love with her and stop tormenting him.
She had not left his side since finding him; as if afraid he might disappear again if she let him out of her sight. He was in no way complaining, Boone very much enjoyed having his sister's undivided attention. Not even when Sayid tried to drag her away for a moment to discuss what had happened would she let Boone go. The man had left her to enjoy having her brother back, but did not look comfortable with the way she had begun acting around Boone.
Since he had been dead for a week, Boone's bedding had been shared out among the rest of the survivors. This meant that he had to share with Shannon, an arrangement to which neither of them objected. When everyone settled down for the night, she curled up against him, letting his warm body enfold her. To the rest of the survivors they looked exactly like a brother and sister trying to find comfort in each other's presence, but Boone could tell Shannon no longer thought of him as just her brother, through the slight touches of her hand, the way she brushed his skin with her soft lips and the way she seemed to sigh with delight at the thought of once again having this man to herself. Wondering vaguely what Sayid would think of Shannon's actions, he settled into the comfort that he had found in Shannon's new attitude towards him, wrapping his arm around her delicate shoulders and pressing his face into her hair.