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laniew1This is a short companion piece for The Rescue. You do not need to read one in order to read the other.
TITLE: Left Behind
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: They were three days late. Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS: mentions of Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Sayid/Kate
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
Left Behind
They were three days late.
Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
It truly wasn’t their fault though. Their first day out the forest had ceased being quiet and what passed for normal and had suddenly lashed out at them.
They’d taken refuge in a cave that Sayid had found, huddling together as they listened to something they still, after all their time on the island, hadn’t managed to identify.
Whatever it was, it was on a rampage, trees falling, an inhuman screeching filling the air.
It had been terrifying. And Boone knew everyone felt the same way. He’d watched Sayid flinch and shake, watched Sawyer bite his lip and mutter incomprehensible words under his breath. Watched Kate pray, face white and drawn and he’d wondered if sitting on the beach waiting for Jack to die might not have been a better choice.
He couldn’t watch Jack die, he just… he couldn’t do that. So he’d left him with Shannon knowing that by the time they returned there was a very good chance that Jack would be dead.
The morning of the second day the forest had finally silenced and they’d ventured out of their safe haven. There’d been a half-second where going back to the beach had been bandied about, but if they showed up without food they had maybe days left before Sawyer started joking about eating Hurley again and Hurley was still traumatized from the third time he’d done that so instead they’d decided to finish what they’d started.
Finding the boar had been easy enough. A baby, it had been easily killed. Unfortunately its sibling wasn’t so easy and Kate had been tossed.
Boone had glanced at the wound, bound it tightly to try and stop the bleeding and they’d moved on. He could treat her when they got to the beach.
If they ever reached the beach.
The third day had been spent wandering in circles. Hopelessly lost and Boone wasn’t sure how that had happened. Sayid had always been excellent tracker, sometimes better than Locke, but the points of reference that had allowed even Boone to hunt and manage to get back to camp had seemingly vanished overnight.
So they’d spent the third night huddled together for warmth, the forest eerily quiet around them. Sayid had refused to light a fire unwilling to draw an attack when they were tired and clumsy in their movements.
Boone had slept maybe ten minutes total, shivering, worrying.
Jack had been fading fast when he’d left that first morning, he wondered if he was already dead or if he would still be alive when they got back. Boone wasn’t sure which he wanted more.
Shannon had hissed at him, calling him a traitor when he’d left because he couldn’t watch someone he’d kissed and touched suffer his way into death.
When the sun had rose that fourth morning Sayid had clambered to his feet with that determined look on his face. That one that told them all that he knew exactly where they were going finally.
They’d looped vines to use as makeshift ropes around the legs of the boar and Boone and Sawyer dragged it behind them, not caring that they were probably destroying the meat and the fur.
At that point Boone just hadn’t cared, he just wanted to get back to the beach in one piece. If they were attacked again he was dropping the fucking rope and they could eat berries for all he cared.
It was getting late, the sun was setting and Boone was wondering if they were even going to make it to the beach or if they were going to spend another night in the forest when sand suddenly appeared under their feet. Seeing the familiar break of trees Boone wanted to cry.
He didn’t know how much longer he could do this.
Hunt and kill and survive and hope that someone was going to find them before there was no one left to find.
He almost protested when Sayid stopped them with one hand motion, they were so close. Fifteen more steps and they would be home.
Beside him Sawyer dropped his vine and leaned against a tree. Panting, like Boone was. They were all tired, they were sore and Boone just wanted to find Jack and Shannon and collapse and sleep knowing that he, for a little while, was safe.
“What…” Kate started and Sayid’s hand flew up silencing her.
They crept forward, fifteen steps, leaving their kill where it had fallen.
The beach was quiet, still. Charlie wasn’t standing at the edge of the beach allowing the water to cover his feet; Hurley wasn’t humming to Claire’s baby.
Shannon wasn’t pacing outside the tent where Jack was housed, cursing Boone under her breath and Jack wasn’t moaning in agony as he slowly died.
He could see the others doing what he was, looking around to make sure they were at the right beach… and they were. The tent was a sure sign of that.
But all signs of life, all signs of activity were just… gone.
Charlie and Hurley and the baby that nobody had named and Shannon and Jack were all… gone.
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: They were three days late. Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS: mentions of Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Sayid/Kate
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
TITLE: Left Behind
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: They were three days late. Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS: mentions of Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Sayid/Kate
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
Left Behind
They were three days late.
Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
It truly wasn’t their fault though. Their first day out the forest had ceased being quiet and what passed for normal and had suddenly lashed out at them.
They’d taken refuge in a cave that Sayid had found, huddling together as they listened to something they still, after all their time on the island, hadn’t managed to identify.
Whatever it was, it was on a rampage, trees falling, an inhuman screeching filling the air.
It had been terrifying. And Boone knew everyone felt the same way. He’d watched Sayid flinch and shake, watched Sawyer bite his lip and mutter incomprehensible words under his breath. Watched Kate pray, face white and drawn and he’d wondered if sitting on the beach waiting for Jack to die might not have been a better choice.
He couldn’t watch Jack die, he just… he couldn’t do that. So he’d left him with Shannon knowing that by the time they returned there was a very good chance that Jack would be dead.
The morning of the second day the forest had finally silenced and they’d ventured out of their safe haven. There’d been a half-second where going back to the beach had been bandied about, but if they showed up without food they had maybe days left before Sawyer started joking about eating Hurley again and Hurley was still traumatized from the third time he’d done that so instead they’d decided to finish what they’d started.
Finding the boar had been easy enough. A baby, it had been easily killed. Unfortunately its sibling wasn’t so easy and Kate had been tossed.
Boone had glanced at the wound, bound it tightly to try and stop the bleeding and they’d moved on. He could treat her when they got to the beach.
If they ever reached the beach.
The third day had been spent wandering in circles. Hopelessly lost and Boone wasn’t sure how that had happened. Sayid had always been excellent tracker, sometimes better than Locke, but the points of reference that had allowed even Boone to hunt and manage to get back to camp had seemingly vanished overnight.
So they’d spent the third night huddled together for warmth, the forest eerily quiet around them. Sayid had refused to light a fire unwilling to draw an attack when they were tired and clumsy in their movements.
Boone had slept maybe ten minutes total, shivering, worrying.
Jack had been fading fast when he’d left that first morning, he wondered if he was already dead or if he would still be alive when they got back. Boone wasn’t sure which he wanted more.
Shannon had hissed at him, calling him a traitor when he’d left because he couldn’t watch someone he’d kissed and touched suffer his way into death.
When the sun had rose that fourth morning Sayid had clambered to his feet with that determined look on his face. That one that told them all that he knew exactly where they were going finally.
They’d looped vines to use as makeshift ropes around the legs of the boar and Boone and Sawyer dragged it behind them, not caring that they were probably destroying the meat and the fur.
At that point Boone just hadn’t cared, he just wanted to get back to the beach in one piece. If they were attacked again he was dropping the fucking rope and they could eat berries for all he cared.
It was getting late, the sun was setting and Boone was wondering if they were even going to make it to the beach or if they were going to spend another night in the forest when sand suddenly appeared under their feet. Seeing the familiar break of trees Boone wanted to cry.
He didn’t know how much longer he could do this.
Hunt and kill and survive and hope that someone was going to find them before there was no one left to find.
He almost protested when Sayid stopped them with one hand motion, they were so close. Fifteen more steps and they would be home.
Beside him Sawyer dropped his vine and leaned against a tree. Panting, like Boone was. They were all tired, they were sore and Boone just wanted to find Jack and Shannon and collapse and sleep knowing that he, for a little while, was safe.
“What…” Kate started and Sayid’s hand flew up silencing her.
They crept forward, fifteen steps, leaving their kill where it had fallen.
The beach was quiet, still. Charlie wasn’t standing at the edge of the beach allowing the water to cover his feet; Hurley wasn’t humming to Claire’s baby.
Shannon wasn’t pacing outside the tent where Jack was housed, cursing Boone under her breath and Jack wasn’t moaning in agony as he slowly died.
He could see the others doing what he was, looking around to make sure they were at the right beach… and they were. The tent was a sure sign of that.
But all signs of life, all signs of activity were just… gone.
Charlie and Hurley and the baby that nobody had named and Shannon and Jack were all… gone.
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: They were three days late. Boone could already hear Shannon shrieking at him.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS: mentions of Jack/Boone, Charlie/Sayid, Sayid/Kate
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
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Date: 2004-12-04 11:38 pm (UTC)