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laniew1A sequel to The Rescue which should probably be read first.
There is also a companion piece here.
TITLE: The Rescue 2
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: The survivors wait for Jack to wake..
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.
The Rescue 2
Shannon had always hated hospitals. She wasn’t sure why.
It wasn’t like she’d had a traumatic experience in one, at least not one that she could remember.
A therapist that she’d had at sixteen that was supposed to help her adjust to being moved into her seventh new school in four months had speculated that it might be because of her asthma. But she’d never had an attack that had forced her to be hospitalized so she’d told her parents that he was an idiot that spent more time looking at her legs (which was true) than helping her to become the well-adjusted, dutiful daughter that they wanted and her parents had fired him.
She still hated hospitals though. The smells and the sounds and the fact that somewhere in the big white building someone was undoubtedly dying all put together made her want to be anywhere other than where she currently was
In a hospital sitting beside her dead brothers lover waiting for him to wake up
She glared at him, wake the fuck up Jack.
She, Charlie and Hurley took turns sitting beside him.
She didn’t know what the others did during their turns but she read fashion magazines. She was currently 15 months behind the current fashions; supposedly the white, demure look was in.
She wondered if she was dead and in hell, because white and demure. The minute Jack woke up she was going to have to replace her entire wardrobe… unless she designed her own line. She’d call it Desert Island Chic and the clothes would certainly not be white and demure.
She looked up when the door opened, Charlie, face clean shaven, peered in.
“Brother made you shave huh?” she asked with amusement. It had been an on-going battle since Liam had arrived at the hospital. Once he’d hugged Charlie and cried for like twenty minutes.
Charlie nodded sheepishly, his hand rubbing absently over his jaw.
“’e threatened to tie me down and do it himself,” Charlie’s nose wrinkled and he let the door close behind him. He stepped forward, touched Jack’s arm gently before he moved around the bed to sit in the chair next to Shannon’s.
Shannon tossed her magazine aside and stretched slightly. Shirt raising up slightly and exposing a thin line of her stomach. She would have been angry at the lack of response if she hadn’t remembered that she was surrounded by gay men and one of them was still unconscious.
Her mother’d had a fit when she’d seen her, cursing tan lines and visible muscles and Shannon had rolled her eyes and hugged her father.
“Any word?” she asked quietly.
She knew, because she and Charlie both had mentioned numerous times that there might be four other people still on the Island.
She’d repeated (although she was sure Charlie had not) that they’d been gone for four days before the boat had shown up and that something on the Island hadn’t liked them and had killed 38 of the 47 survivors.
Charlie shook his head and she bit her lip. Glanced at Jack.
“Do you think they’re still alive?” she finally asked. Her voice barely a whisper because she wasn’t supposed to care and if someone heard her they’d know that she cared about someone other than herself and then she’d have to hurt people.
“I don’t know,” Charlie said. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the floor.
She knew that he knew about Sayid and Kate.
He also knew about Sayid and Sawyer.
And people called her a slut.
He’d broken down on the boat, voice a turmoil of emotions as he told them (even though they both knew he was lying) that he didn’t care that they were dead because Sayid was a fucking liar and a cheater. He’d told them that he’d caught Sayid and Sawyer even if he’d never confronted them about it. He hadn’t caught Sayid and Kate but he’d known something was going on.
It had been why he hadn’t gone on the hunting trip; Shannon hadn’t known that he’d been invited.
The movement of Jack’s hand was so slight that if she hadn’t been looking directly at him to keep from having to see the sadness on Charlie’s face she might have missed it.
She leaned forward, hand touching his arm as she waited, butterflies in her stomach. What was she going to tell him about the others? About Boone.
“Jack?” Charlie leaned over the other side of the bed, touching the other arm, a glance at him showed him staring at Jack expectantly.
Jack groaned, eyes fluttering under closed lids and Charlie spun. Grabbing and fumbling the call button for the nurse, finally gripping it tightly and pushing and holding the button.
The nurse was going to be pissed but Shannon didn’t say a word. Someone needed to call Hurley. And Jack’s mother.
“Jack?” Shannon kept her voice calm and light. She wanted to order him to open his eyes, she wanted to not be the one that would have to tell him that Boone and the others were most likely dead.
A doctor burst through the door, a nurse right behind him. The doctor not so gently pushed Charlie out of the way and the nurse yanked the call button out of his hand.
Jack’s eyes fluttered once more and then opened into slits. Blink, blink, blink a glance around that she knew was his way of looking for Boone without exerting himself and then she saw confusion when the other man wasn’t seen and he realized that he wasn’t in the tent on the beach.
“Where?” he croaked, his voice rusty from disuse, Charlie was grinning so widely that Shannon was surprised it fit on his face. She knew that the smile was mirrored on hers although she would deny it until her dying day.
Charlie stood next to the doctor, touching his leg. She leaned close, hand still on his arm, lips nearly touching his ear.
“We’ve been rescued.”
There is also a companion piece here.
TITLE: The Rescue 2
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: The survivors wait for Jack to wake..
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.
The Rescue 2
Shannon had always hated hospitals. She wasn’t sure why.
It wasn’t like she’d had a traumatic experience in one, at least not one that she could remember.
A therapist that she’d had at sixteen that was supposed to help her adjust to being moved into her seventh new school in four months had speculated that it might be because of her asthma. But she’d never had an attack that had forced her to be hospitalized so she’d told her parents that he was an idiot that spent more time looking at her legs (which was true) than helping her to become the well-adjusted, dutiful daughter that they wanted and her parents had fired him.
She still hated hospitals though. The smells and the sounds and the fact that somewhere in the big white building someone was undoubtedly dying all put together made her want to be anywhere other than where she currently was
In a hospital sitting beside her dead brothers lover waiting for him to wake up
She glared at him, wake the fuck up Jack.
She, Charlie and Hurley took turns sitting beside him.
She didn’t know what the others did during their turns but she read fashion magazines. She was currently 15 months behind the current fashions; supposedly the white, demure look was in.
She wondered if she was dead and in hell, because white and demure. The minute Jack woke up she was going to have to replace her entire wardrobe… unless she designed her own line. She’d call it Desert Island Chic and the clothes would certainly not be white and demure.
She looked up when the door opened, Charlie, face clean shaven, peered in.
“Brother made you shave huh?” she asked with amusement. It had been an on-going battle since Liam had arrived at the hospital. Once he’d hugged Charlie and cried for like twenty minutes.
Charlie nodded sheepishly, his hand rubbing absently over his jaw.
“’e threatened to tie me down and do it himself,” Charlie’s nose wrinkled and he let the door close behind him. He stepped forward, touched Jack’s arm gently before he moved around the bed to sit in the chair next to Shannon’s.
Shannon tossed her magazine aside and stretched slightly. Shirt raising up slightly and exposing a thin line of her stomach. She would have been angry at the lack of response if she hadn’t remembered that she was surrounded by gay men and one of them was still unconscious.
Her mother’d had a fit when she’d seen her, cursing tan lines and visible muscles and Shannon had rolled her eyes and hugged her father.
“Any word?” she asked quietly.
She knew, because she and Charlie both had mentioned numerous times that there might be four other people still on the Island.
She’d repeated (although she was sure Charlie had not) that they’d been gone for four days before the boat had shown up and that something on the Island hadn’t liked them and had killed 38 of the 47 survivors.
Charlie shook his head and she bit her lip. Glanced at Jack.
“Do you think they’re still alive?” she finally asked. Her voice barely a whisper because she wasn’t supposed to care and if someone heard her they’d know that she cared about someone other than herself and then she’d have to hurt people.
“I don’t know,” Charlie said. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the floor.
She knew that he knew about Sayid and Kate.
He also knew about Sayid and Sawyer.
And people called her a slut.
He’d broken down on the boat, voice a turmoil of emotions as he told them (even though they both knew he was lying) that he didn’t care that they were dead because Sayid was a fucking liar and a cheater. He’d told them that he’d caught Sayid and Sawyer even if he’d never confronted them about it. He hadn’t caught Sayid and Kate but he’d known something was going on.
It had been why he hadn’t gone on the hunting trip; Shannon hadn’t known that he’d been invited.
The movement of Jack’s hand was so slight that if she hadn’t been looking directly at him to keep from having to see the sadness on Charlie’s face she might have missed it.
She leaned forward, hand touching his arm as she waited, butterflies in her stomach. What was she going to tell him about the others? About Boone.
“Jack?” Charlie leaned over the other side of the bed, touching the other arm, a glance at him showed him staring at Jack expectantly.
Jack groaned, eyes fluttering under closed lids and Charlie spun. Grabbing and fumbling the call button for the nurse, finally gripping it tightly and pushing and holding the button.
The nurse was going to be pissed but Shannon didn’t say a word. Someone needed to call Hurley. And Jack’s mother.
“Jack?” Shannon kept her voice calm and light. She wanted to order him to open his eyes, she wanted to not be the one that would have to tell him that Boone and the others were most likely dead.
A doctor burst through the door, a nurse right behind him. The doctor not so gently pushed Charlie out of the way and the nurse yanked the call button out of his hand.
Jack’s eyes fluttered once more and then opened into slits. Blink, blink, blink a glance around that she knew was his way of looking for Boone without exerting himself and then she saw confusion when the other man wasn’t seen and he realized that he wasn’t in the tent on the beach.
“Where?” he croaked, his voice rusty from disuse, Charlie was grinning so widely that Shannon was surprised it fit on his face. She knew that the smile was mirrored on hers although she would deny it until her dying day.
Charlie stood next to the doctor, touching his leg. She leaned close, hand still on his arm, lips nearly touching his ear.
“We’ve been rescued.”
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Date: 2004-12-04 11:40 pm (UTC)