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 Notes: Okay, I know I said I'd wait 'till I got 8 reviews, but I can't wait that long! Plus I'm bored and just wanna update!
Faran1078: I never said he didn't remember ;)
But confessing that she didn't love Sayid proved even harder than she had thought. She tried to drag him away for just a minute, not wanting the rest of the group to hear what she had to say, but he would not abandon his post as the leader and wouldn't even listen to her fully when she tried to explain what she felt. She eventually gave up, storming away to find Boone, all her well practiced bitchiness returned in full glory. Sayid felt sorry that he hadn't listened properly, but he was still feeling resentful about the way she had acted yesterday. He knew that she would want to spend time with her brother, she had been so shaken by his death and it came as no surprise that she would be pleased to have him back, but she had practically ignored him every time he had tried to talk to her, and even he wasn't immune to the green eyed monster.
Shannon tried to find her ex-brother, wanting to gain some comfort in his presence, knowing he would not ignore her like Sayid had. What was his problem? She thought angrily. Just because I wouldn't spend time with him yesterday. Jesus, my brother came back from the fricking dead. He's acting like a little kid. She stopped suddenly as she realized that was exactly how she used to act. Now she knew how Boone had always felt. She doubled her effort to find Boone, but he was nowhere to be seen. She marched up and down the party, searching every face, stopping every now and then to ask someone if they had seen him. It was Claire who told her that she had seen Boone wandering off into the jungle earlier in the morning. He had taken Vincent and she had assumed he was taking it to let the dog do its business. Shannon appeared stricken by this news and Claire tried desperately to console her, pointing out that if he had the dog, he would be able to use it to find his way back. Shannon tried to smile at this and eventually gave up on her search to fall in step with Claire and Charlie, trying very hard to ignore the two love birds' constant looks and gestures to one another. It was exactly the thing she wanted to be doing with Boone, and she didn't even know where he was.
The day passed so slowly, Shannon thought it was going backwards. She kept looking for some sign of Boone, half expecting him to come striding out of the jungle, beautiful eyes sparkling, his smile warming her till she thought she would burst into flame. But he did not appear and by lunch she was distressed beyond belief. Sayid still would not talk to her and it didn't look as if he would start again any time soon. She became moody and reclusive once more, snapping at anyone who tried to make conversation. This is all Boone's fault. She thought grumpily as she sat apart from the rest of the survivors, refusing any company. The stupid idiot is always making things hard for me, he just wants me to suffer for what I did to him with Sayid. But as soon as she had thought it, she regretted doing so. She knew he wouldn't do that to her. He was in love with her, hopelessly so, and would never do something if it would make her angry. That was her job, making things difficult for everyone else. Her life was a party, and it was everyone else's job to clean up afterwards. Stop thinking like that! She shouted to herself. You're not like that any more.
Her bad mood continued through the rest of the day. Claire tried to cheer her up, asking if she wanted to hold little Aaron, but Shannon was determined to remain angry at everyone, her promise to change her attitude all but forgotten. It wasn't until Boone returned, striding confidently from the jungle surrounding the group's latest camp-site just like Shannon had predicted, that there was any change in her attitude. She was the first to spot him, the sun blazing at his back as it set behind the island, lighting him up like some kind of divine vision. She ran towards him, all anger and frustration momentarily forgotten, and threw herself into his arms, breaking down and beginning to sob uncontrollably. He let go of Vincent's leash and hugged her back, totally baffled by her reaction.
"You stupid prick." She choked out, lifting her head to stare at him through red eyes. "I thought I'd lost you again. If you ever do that to me again, I'm gonna r-" But Boone put a finger to her lips, halting her mid-sentence.
"You thought I'd disappeared again?" he asked with a slight laugh. "Geez Shan, I just went for a walk." She stared at him, his light-hearted reaction had caught her off guard.
"You didn't tell anyone where you were going. You just wandered off without a word. I looked for you all day. Do you have any idea how I felt? I thought you had been captured by the Others, or taken by the monster, or, or," her voice trailed into silence, choking on the horrific images playing through her mind.
"Shannon, I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone, but I had a good reason. You see, I found something I want to show you." His face broke into another smile and all her anger disappeared.
"Really? What is it?" If he has something for me, I want to see it before I decide whether it's a good enough reason or not. She thought quickly.
"I can't tell you yet, it's a surprise." He told her mysteriously. "Tonight, when everyone's asleep, I'll take you to see it." and he walked away without another word, leaving Shannon stunned into silence.
Author's Note: OOOHHHHH! What has Boone found for Shannon I wonder? Well, I don't 'cause I wrote it! But you all will, and you will have to wait a bit longer to find out because I feel that I really should try to get some more chapters done before continuing (I work very slowly) so hang in there and while you're waiting, leave a review! (it'll make me write faster, I promise!)