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TITLE: The Rescue
AUTHOR: Melanie
PAIRINGS: mentioned: Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Kate/Sayid
RATING: PG - For language.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
WARNINGS: Character deaths mentioned, not spoilery
The Rescue
Rescue came on a cloudy Wednesday afternoon. For some reason Shannon had always assumed it would be a Friday but she wasn’t going to complain.
It was just her and Charlie and Hurley and Jack.
And a knife.
And Claire’s baby.
The knife had come from Sawyer. He’d pressed it into her hand and gave her a meaningful look, glancing over at Jack’s still form.
She wasn’t sure what he’d wanted her to do with a knife made from metal from the plane and part of a tree branch.
Actually she’d had a damn good idea what Sawyer had wanted her to do, but if she did that Boone would kill her.
Claire’s baby had been crying. But then she always cried… unless she was sleeping.
Hurley cuddled the baby to himself and Shannon was glad that they hadn’t looked at her and decided she would be the baby’s surrogate mother.
She didn’t really like kids, although she had liked Claire.
Claire herself had died giving birth to her and Shannon had been sure that the baby would follow shortly after.
She hadn’t though and Jack had fought like a banshee to keep her alive. He said only once that he’d promised Claire to do his best for her and Shannon knew he would.
She shuddered to think what would happen to the baby once Jack died.
Jack had been injured in the woods. There were the hunters and there were the non-hunters. Jack had been a hunter till about a week prior when he’d been attacked by something that had killed Locke and left Jack a bloody mess.
Boone had said quietly, before he’d left with the last hunting party, that his wounds were infected and that there was nothing more they could do.
Sayid had taken him, Sawyer and Kate into the woods three days prior. Shannon thought they might be dead. They’d never before failed to come back within a day of leaving.
Charlie had seen the boat, had waved and cheered and Hurley had fell to his knees. Shannon thought he might have been praying but he could have just collapsed.
She held her head an inch from Jack’s face and was somewhat gratified to feel small puffs of air against her cheek.
Boone might have been the good son, might have volunteered and taken classes and generally made her life miserable because he ‘helped people’ and Shannon didn’t but she was no slouch.
She’d taken health in high school and she’d paid attention when Jack was showing Boone what to do.
Except for when they disappeared into the woods, she didn’t need to see Jack show Boone gay sex. People already thought they were close enough and that would just… Maybe if it had been Jack and someone she wasn’t related to by blood.
Like Charlie, or Sawyer, she would have even taken Sayid. Not Hurley though, she had to draw a line somewhere.
And not Kate. She didn’t like Kate for one thing and had no desire to see her naked.
Besides she was pretty sure that Kate was fucking Sayid and Shannon wondered if Charlie had any idea that was going on behind his back. Of course maybe that was the reason that Charlie had stayed back this time. Maybe he knew what was going on.
Possibly the only reason that the hunting party hadn’t come back yet was because they were having some big old orgy somewhere in the forest.
If she was as evil as Boone thought she was she would have whispered that into Jack’s ear. The fact that Boone had disappeared with the other three and had not returned.
She wasn’t as evil as Boone thought she was though. She could be the good girl sometime and kicking someone when they were down as far as Jack was down really wasn’t her style.
Besides he wasn’t conscious so it wasn’t like he was going to hear anything she had to say.
“Shannon?” Charlie could barely contain the glee as he raced up the beach. She could barely see the little boat that was racing towards them. She wondered how they’d found them finally.
“I see it,” his happiness was contagious and she grinned at him.
They were going home.
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They loaded Jack slowly into the boat.
A makeshift stretcher and a blanket tucked around him, Shannon sitting beside, Hurley held the baby and Charlie kept glancing towards the forest like he was expecting the others to come crashing through it.
She wondered if he’d fooled himself into thinking he was in love or if he’d just been in it for the sex.
She thought Jack might have been in love, maybe Boone. She didn’t know any of the others well enough to really judge.
One of their rescuers leaned over Jack, listening to his heart, talking into his little radio.
She could hear a crackle of static and then the boat moved. Shifting in the water, engine revving up as they pulled away from the beach.
She wondered if she should speak up and tell them that there might be four people alive in the woods.
Remembered that they’d been gone for three days and that they were all probably dead and bit her tongue.
Boone, Sayid, Sawyer and Kate were gone.
They were still alive but if they waited they might not be.
A glance over showed Charlie gnawing on his bottom lip, arms wrapped around himself as if he were cold, eyes locked on the beach. She touched his arm, letting Hurley hover over Jack for a minute and smiled at him.
His returning smile was watery, and his voice shook. “Goin’ home,” the smile was weak. “Wonder if the bands replaced me.”
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Jack was stable although he hadn’t woke.
The baby had been judged in excellent shape and returned to Hurley. Shannon wondered if now that they knew the baby was going to survive if they should name it.
It was easier to let things die if you didn’t name them they had decided.
She sat on the deck of the boat, ignoring the scuttle of activity around her. Her eyes were locked on the beach much the same way that Charlie’s had been when they pushed off.
It had been hours, the sun was setting, the crew was moving around like they were getting ready to leave.
“Jack looks better,” Charlie sat next to her. Blanket over his shoulders, a glance at him showed that he’d showered and changed and looked fairly respectable now.
Although he still needed a haircut.
“They say he’ll be okay,” Shannon shrugged. An expression of indifference on her face although Charlie knew by now that it was just a façade.
They sat silently. Waiting for people to crash through the brush, the trees. To run up on the sand screaming and waving hands.
They swayed and Shannon bit her lip as they felt the engines start up. Charlie clutched at her hand as the boat began moving, Shannon felt the telltale sign of tears and blinked quickly. Squeezing Charlie’s hand back.
“I don’t think I’ll fly home,” Charlie said softly.
Shannon laughed. “A cruise sounds really nice.”
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TITLE: The Rescue
AUTHOR: Melanie
PAIRINGS: mentioned: Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Kate/Sayid
RATING: PG - For language.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
WARNINGS: Character deaths mentioned, not spoilery
The Rescue
Rescue came on a cloudy Wednesday afternoon. For some reason Shannon had always assumed it would be a Friday but she wasn’t going to complain.
It was just her and Charlie and Hurley and Jack.
And a knife.
And Claire’s baby.
The knife had come from Sawyer. He’d pressed it into her hand and gave her a meaningful look, glancing over at Jack’s still form.
She wasn’t sure what he’d wanted her to do with a knife made from metal from the plane and part of a tree branch.
Actually she’d had a damn good idea what Sawyer had wanted her to do, but if she did that Boone would kill her.
Claire’s baby had been crying. But then she always cried… unless she was sleeping.
Hurley cuddled the baby to himself and Shannon was glad that they hadn’t looked at her and decided she would be the baby’s surrogate mother.
She didn’t really like kids, although she had liked Claire.
Claire herself had died giving birth to her and Shannon had been sure that the baby would follow shortly after.
She hadn’t though and Jack had fought like a banshee to keep her alive. He said only once that he’d promised Claire to do his best for her and Shannon knew he would.
She shuddered to think what would happen to the baby once Jack died.
Jack had been injured in the woods. There were the hunters and there were the non-hunters. Jack had been a hunter till about a week prior when he’d been attacked by something that had killed Locke and left Jack a bloody mess.
Boone had said quietly, before he’d left with the last hunting party, that his wounds were infected and that there was nothing more they could do.
Sayid had taken him, Sawyer and Kate into the woods three days prior. Shannon thought they might be dead. They’d never before failed to come back within a day of leaving.
Charlie had seen the boat, had waved and cheered and Hurley had fell to his knees. Shannon thought he might have been praying but he could have just collapsed.
She held her head an inch from Jack’s face and was somewhat gratified to feel small puffs of air against her cheek.
Boone might have been the good son, might have volunteered and taken classes and generally made her life miserable because he ‘helped people’ and Shannon didn’t but she was no slouch.
She’d taken health in high school and she’d paid attention when Jack was showing Boone what to do.
Except for when they disappeared into the woods, she didn’t need to see Jack show Boone gay sex. People already thought they were close enough and that would just… Maybe if it had been Jack and someone she wasn’t related to by blood.
Like Charlie, or Sawyer, she would have even taken Sayid. Not Hurley though, she had to draw a line somewhere.
And not Kate. She didn’t like Kate for one thing and had no desire to see her naked.
Besides she was pretty sure that Kate was fucking Sayid and Shannon wondered if Charlie had any idea that was going on behind his back. Of course maybe that was the reason that Charlie had stayed back this time. Maybe he knew what was going on.
Possibly the only reason that the hunting party hadn’t come back yet was because they were having some big old orgy somewhere in the forest.
If she was as evil as Boone thought she was she would have whispered that into Jack’s ear. The fact that Boone had disappeared with the other three and had not returned.
She wasn’t as evil as Boone thought she was though. She could be the good girl sometime and kicking someone when they were down as far as Jack was down really wasn’t her style.
Besides he wasn’t conscious so it wasn’t like he was going to hear anything she had to say.
“Shannon?” Charlie could barely contain the glee as he raced up the beach. She could barely see the little boat that was racing towards them. She wondered how they’d found them finally.
“I see it,” his happiness was contagious and she grinned at him.
They were going home.
They loaded Jack slowly into the boat.
A makeshift stretcher and a blanket tucked around him, Shannon sitting beside, Hurley held the baby and Charlie kept glancing towards the forest like he was expecting the others to come crashing through it.
She wondered if he’d fooled himself into thinking he was in love or if he’d just been in it for the sex.
She thought Jack might have been in love, maybe Boone. She didn’t know any of the others well enough to really judge.
One of their rescuers leaned over Jack, listening to his heart, talking into his little radio.
She could hear a crackle of static and then the boat moved. Shifting in the water, engine revving up as they pulled away from the beach.
She wondered if she should speak up and tell them that there might be four people alive in the woods.
Remembered that they’d been gone for three days and that they were all probably dead and bit her tongue.
Boone, Sayid, Sawyer and Kate were gone.
They were still alive but if they waited they might not be.
A glance over showed Charlie gnawing on his bottom lip, arms wrapped around himself as if he were cold, eyes locked on the beach. She touched his arm, letting Hurley hover over Jack for a minute and smiled at him.
His returning smile was watery, and his voice shook. “Goin’ home,” the smile was weak. “Wonder if the bands replaced me.”
Jack was stable although he hadn’t woke.
The baby had been judged in excellent shape and returned to Hurley. Shannon wondered if now that they knew the baby was going to survive if they should name it.
It was easier to let things die if you didn’t name them they had decided.
She sat on the deck of the boat, ignoring the scuttle of activity around her. Her eyes were locked on the beach much the same way that Charlie’s had been when they pushed off.
It had been hours, the sun was setting, the crew was moving around like they were getting ready to leave.
“Jack looks better,” Charlie sat next to her. Blanket over his shoulders, a glance at him showed that he’d showered and changed and looked fairly respectable now.
Although he still needed a haircut.
“They say he’ll be okay,” Shannon shrugged. An expression of indifference on her face although Charlie knew by now that it was just a façade.
They sat silently. Waiting for people to crash through the brush, the trees. To run up on the sand screaming and waving hands.
They swayed and Shannon bit her lip as they felt the engines start up. Charlie clutched at her hand as the boat began moving, Shannon felt the telltale sign of tears and blinked quickly. Squeezing Charlie’s hand back.
“I don’t think I’ll fly home,” Charlie said softly.
Shannon laughed. “A cruise sounds really nice.”