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: YAY! Updates! I told myself that whenever a new chapter reached 5 reviews, I would put in another. At this rate, I'm gonna run out of chapters! Maybe I'll increase it to 8 reviews? (more incentive for you wonderful people to review!)
Sorry to those who complained about the last chapter not being long enough, but if I included this one, then it would be extremely long. Plus I think it just worked better this way.
Steam rolled harry potter: Sorry, but Sawyer is on the raft, so you won't hear much from him. I may write those guys back into the story later on, but probably not any time soon. Again, sorry! Please don't stop reading out of anger!
As soon as the sun was up, Sayid was urging the survivors from their slumber, wanting to cover as much ground as possible that day. He approached the sleeping pair, trying to look as though the sight of them together did not tear his heart to shreds. He crouched down beside them and gently tapped Boone's shoulder. The boy woke with a start, looking blearily up at the man who was in love with his sister. Sayid didn't say anything, not trusting his own mouth. Nor did he look at Shannon as she lay curled into her brother, snoring softly. He moved off to wake the next group, leaving Boone to stare after him. Shannon came awake then, and Boone turned his attention to her. She smiled upon seeing him, breathing deeply of his scent. Not wanting to leave the comfort of her brother's arms, she laid her head back upon his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Tell him! Her heart screamed. Tell him how you feel. Get it over with now. But her mind was not so easily swayed. You have to let Sayid go first. It taunted. You can't do anything with Boone until Sayid is out of the picture. It's not fair to either of them. She wished more than anything that she had never gotten together with Sayid. It had been a mistake. Another one of her attempts to gain Boone's attention through jealousy. Even after narrowly surviving a horrific plane crash, she still hadn't changed. And now he was in love with her and she had to find some way to let him go. Why did everything have to be so damn difficult!
After a minute of lying with her brother. No. she corrected herself. He's not my brother any more. We're not related. She just had to remember to pretend whilst around the other survivors. Expressing her true feelings for Boone in their presence would lead to difficult questions. Damnit! Everything's so confusing! After a minute of lying with Boone, she slowly moved out from his embrace, silently wishing she could have stayed there for ever. He smiled at her again and she resisted the urge to lock her lips on his. Getting up, she looked around the camp, watching the other survivors as they prepared to move on. She'd have to find some time to talk to Sayid. The sooner she did, the sooner she could confess her feelings to Boone. But it was unlikely that she would be able to talk to him without Boone there. He would be expecting the same attention she had shown him yesterday. She looked back down at him, only to find that he had moved off to wash his face with some water being carried by one of the others. She smiled at him, enjoying the view of his rear almost as much as she enjoyed the front. Not until you've spoken to Sayid. She reminded herself.
"Hey." Came a voice behind her, making her jump. She turned to see Claire standing behind her. "Oh, hi." She replied quickly, hoping the other girl had not seen where she had been looking. It was no use.
"I guess you're pretty glad to have him back, huh?" Claire asked, looking past Shannon to where Boone was now sitting down for a quick bite to eat.
"Yeah." She replied, trying to sound casual. "I never realized how much I would miss him until he was gone." What did I just say? "I mean, I know we fought, but he's still my brother." That was smooth. She thought sarcastically. Claire looked down at the sleeping child she was holding, lost in her own thoughts.
"Um, I was just wondering, does, does he remember anything from between, that night and yesterday?" Shannon had been wondering the same thing.
"I don't think so." She replied, looking back at Boone. "We haven't really talked about it. I don't think he wants to. But hey, how have you been going with getting your memory back?" the other girl gave her a crooked smile, aware of Shannon's attempt to change the subject.
"I've gotten almost everything back. I still don't remember what happened with Ethan, but I don't think I want to." Shannon tried to smile knowingly, secretly wishing she could forget the image of Boone, cold and still in the makeshift medical centre.
At that point, Boone wandered over, having finished eating, carrying some fruit for Shannon. He smiled at the two girls, and handed the food to Shannon without a word.
"Thanks." She said quietly, attempting to hide the feelings from her voice.
"Hey Boone, how're you feeling?" Claire asked, trying to draw his attention from the obvious look on Shannon's face.
"Better." He replied simply, watching the small bundle of blankets cradled in her arms. "I still have no idea how I got here, but I'm glad I am." Claire smiled back and left as Charlie called her over. The two watched her leave, each one secretly thinking about the other.
"I need to talk to Sayid today," Shannon said after a minute, deciding she had better get it over with, "so, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like some time to do that." She tried to inject some of her old spite that used to come so naturally when she spoke to Boone, but it wasn't there.
"Oh, okay." Was all he said before busying himself with packing up their bedding.
Shannon stared at him for a second, unsure of whether she had managed to instil some malice after all, then moved off to find Sayid, determined that she talk with him as soon as possible.