Pairing: Ana-Lucia/Shannon
She never even met the girl – never got the chance, and she didn't go to the funeral.
She just couldn't, y'know? It would've felt wrong, dirty; like bugs crawling over her skin: like the dirt being thrown over Shannon's body was being forced over her too. Murderers don't go to their victim's funeral. It's just polite, alright?
So when Ana-Lucia's eyes blinked open to see a blue gaze settled calmly on her, she froze.
Not 'cause there was a dead woman in front of her - gun-shot to the chest by Michael of all people; she knew she wasn't gonna survive that – but 'cause Shannon wasn't glaring.
She wasn't scowling.
She wasn't hissing out threats and promises of revenge.
She was smiling.
"God, finally. I thought I was gonna be stuck here with Boone for the rest of my afterlife," Shannon said, reaching out to take Ana's hand and yank her out of her dead body as Michael and Henry talked in the background; the two living men didn't notice for a second the ghosts standing in front of them.
Shannon stayed grinning at Ana-Lucia's bemused expression. "Welcome to the afterlife."