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Boone/Shannon/Sawyer Fic!
Hello! This is my first post here, though I come here often:) Lost is teh cool and Boone/Sawyer is teh sex. The idea for this fic came from my best friend Tasha (LJ- by-crikey). We we're ranting the other night and she'd said wouldn't it be funny if....so I ran with it. The title comes from the book/movie 'A Home At The End Of The World' by Micheal Cunningham for similarties in plot.
Title: A Home At The End Of The Island(1/?)
Pairing: Boone/Shannon, Boone/Sawyer, Sawyer/Shannon(sort of;))
Rating: PG-13/mild R
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort , Humor, Romance
Summary: After a BIG problem occurs as a result of Boone trying to comfort his sister, he goes to Sawyer to try and fix it.
Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah blah. If they we're Boone and Sawyer would be having a tripleX throw down regularly.
Cross-Posted at: lost_slash
(A Home At The End Of The Island)
“Boone, we need to talk.”
Boone looked up from the tattered, water damaged copy of ‘Pet Sematary’ he’d found amongst the luggage that had collected around and in the tree near the caves. Casually noting in his head that it looked like a Christmas tree he had seen once in the window of a very cheap looking two bit travel agency. He wanted to finish the book he’d been reading before, but it was currently… unavailable.
“Yeah, Shan?”. He replied noticing that she looked more than a little distresed. He began to rise, he features lacing with immediate concern and worry. “You ok?”
Shannon raised her head to meet his eyes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. “You know that ‘thing’ we’re not suppose to talk about?”
Ah, the ‘thing’. Boone felt the color slightly fade from his cheeks. Under normal circumstances, it never would have happened. Well obviously not. This though, was far beyond a normal situation. So normal circumstances some how didn’t apply. A few days ago Shannon was upset. He started to comfort her…and things just happened. There was really no other way to explain it. Definitely not, by any stretch of the imagination, their finest moment. It was just something that happened, brought on by the situation, that could easily be forgotten.
“What about it Shan?” His mouth suddenly becoming dry. Like someone had stuffed wads of cotton in his cheeks.
“I’m late.”
Boone’s brow furrowed. “Late? Late for wha…”
All color had left his face.
“I’m late.” Shannon repeated in no more than a whisper, wrapping her arms around herself.
Boone felt his entire self go numb. His stomach began to knot. He needed to sit down. This was not happening. No, it was too unreal. Trying to wrap his mind around it was like trying to put on the breaks while driving on a sheet of ice. His head was spinning.
But it all came to a sudden halt when he looked over at his sister. She looked scared and confused. And at the moment he saw her chest give the first hitch, everything he was feeling suddenly didn’t matter. He walked over to her drawing her into his arms.
“Everything’ll be ok Shan, I promise. I‘ll make it better ” He spoke as he stroked her sun blond hair, rocking her in his arms. “I’ll make it better.”
Shannon sniffled, snuggling in her brothers safe, warm embrace. “You always do Boone.”
‘Yeah, I always do.’ Boone thought. ‘I always make it better. I will make it better.’ He felt the knot in his stomach begin to tighten again. ‘How do I make getting my sister pregnant better…’
TBC...
Feedback is always lovley and appreciated:)
Title: A Home At The End Of The Island(1/?)
Pairing: Boone/Shannon, Boone/Sawyer, Sawyer/Shannon(sort of;))
Rating: PG-13/mild R
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort , Humor, Romance
Summary: After a BIG problem occurs as a result of Boone trying to comfort his sister, he goes to Sawyer to try and fix it.
Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah blah. If they we're Boone and Sawyer would be having a tripleX throw down regularly.
Cross-Posted at: lost_slash
(A Home At The End Of The Island)
“Boone, we need to talk.”
Boone looked up from the tattered, water damaged copy of ‘Pet Sematary’ he’d found amongst the luggage that had collected around and in the tree near the caves. Casually noting in his head that it looked like a Christmas tree he had seen once in the window of a very cheap looking two bit travel agency. He wanted to finish the book he’d been reading before, but it was currently… unavailable.
“Yeah, Shan?”. He replied noticing that she looked more than a little distresed. He began to rise, he features lacing with immediate concern and worry. “You ok?”
Shannon raised her head to meet his eyes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. “You know that ‘thing’ we’re not suppose to talk about?”
Ah, the ‘thing’. Boone felt the color slightly fade from his cheeks. Under normal circumstances, it never would have happened. Well obviously not. This though, was far beyond a normal situation. So normal circumstances some how didn’t apply. A few days ago Shannon was upset. He started to comfort her…and things just happened. There was really no other way to explain it. Definitely not, by any stretch of the imagination, their finest moment. It was just something that happened, brought on by the situation, that could easily be forgotten.
“What about it Shan?” His mouth suddenly becoming dry. Like someone had stuffed wads of cotton in his cheeks.
“I’m late.”
Boone’s brow furrowed. “Late? Late for wha…”
All color had left his face.
“I’m late.” Shannon repeated in no more than a whisper, wrapping her arms around herself.
Boone felt his entire self go numb. His stomach began to knot. He needed to sit down. This was not happening. No, it was too unreal. Trying to wrap his mind around it was like trying to put on the breaks while driving on a sheet of ice. His head was spinning.
But it all came to a sudden halt when he looked over at his sister. She looked scared and confused. And at the moment he saw her chest give the first hitch, everything he was feeling suddenly didn’t matter. He walked over to her drawing her into his arms.
“Everything’ll be ok Shan, I promise. I‘ll make it better ” He spoke as he stroked her sun blond hair, rocking her in his arms. “I’ll make it better.”
Shannon sniffled, snuggling in her brothers safe, warm embrace. “You always do Boone.”
‘Yeah, I always do.’ Boone thought. ‘I always make it better. I will make it better.’ He felt the knot in his stomach begin to tighten again. ‘How do I make getting my sister pregnant better…’
TBC...
Feedback is always lovley and appreciated:)
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