Nimue's Lament (nimueslament) wrote in theodditorium,
Nimue's Lament

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Title: Concern
Genre: Lost
Characters: Boone and Shannon
Prompt: September 11
Word Count: Dun have one cause my computer sucks. *nods*
Rating: PG for brief language
Disclaimer: I, quite obviously, do not own Lost, Shannon or Boone. Too bad for me :(
Notes: Ha! I am first to post this week! I know my timing is probably way off and this is obviously if no one died. *sobs* Someone please slap me if I'm way OC!

The breeze was warm around her, blowing strands of blonde hair around her face as she started out to sea. Listening to other people's conversations, as she often did when people dismissed her as some brainless upstart, Shannon figured out that today was the eleventh of September. Back in the states, she imagined people were gathering all over the country to remember and revisit the memory of what had happened that day five years ago. Blue eyes fell to the sand at her feet and Shannon smirked to herself with a small shake of her head.

"What's so funny?" She didn't even have to look up to know Boone was coming closer. "Here I thought you were over here sulking all by yourself and instead you're laughing at yourself." He stood beside her and dropped the bag he was carrying, looking out at the blue horizon with his sister. "So?" Crossing his arms, Boone looked at her. "What's so funny?"

Shannon turned to him with narrowed eyes and asked coldly, "And what the hell would I have to sulk about?"

Boone shrugged and looked away, unaffected by her tone. He was far too used to it by now. "Since when do you need a reason to sulk?"

"Is there something specific you want or was your goal for the day to seek me out in the most remote location and annoy me to death?" He shrugged again but didn't answer her right away. This fact alone bothered Shannon even more and Boone knew it. "Seriously, Boone. What do you want?"

"I was worried about you, alright?" Though he was loathe to admit it, that much was obvious in the reluctance of his words. "You left pretty early this morning and when you didn't come back for awhile there was talk."

She blinked. "Talk? Like what? Like I had been taken by them or something?"

"I guess." He returned his blue eyes to her face. "Look, don't let it give you a big head or anything. If Vincent went missing for a couple of hours people would be saying the same thing."

"You're comparing me to the dog?" Shannon ran a hand through her hair and looked away from Boone in disgust. "Real nice, Boone. Not like it's any of your business, but I came out here to have some time alone." Her voice grew softer and took on something far away. "Do you know what today is?"

"Yeah," Boone answered, his tone just as somber.

"It's been four weeks to the day since we crashed on this god forsaken island."

For as long as they had known each other and as intimately, nothing she said should have shocked him. But Shannon had succeeded in doing just that. It was written all over his face when he looked at her for the third time. "'s September eleventh."

"Yeah," she spat. "Pretty ironic, don't you think? One month and no one's even come looking for us."

"You never stop thinking about yourself, do you? God, Shannon! Do you know how many people died that day? How many people went missing?"

"Do you know how many people died here, Boone? Who could still die if we don't get out of here? Forgive me for being a little more concerned with my present situation."

"You're such a bitch." He said it softly and with laughter in his tone, but there was no amusement to his words. "Someday, Shannon...someday you're going to put someone before yourself and it's gonna feel so foreign to you that you're not even going to know what to do with yourself." And that was all he had to say. Boone turned around and walked away. He was halfway down the beach when Shannon called to him, still in the spot he'd left her.

"Did you ever think that maybe it's easier for me to focus on this than what this day represents?"

"No," he admitted easily. "Because today isn't the day you stop being self involved. In fact, I don't know if I'll ever live to see that day." As he turned to walk away once more, Shannon crossed her arms and continued in her silent vigil staring out to sea as if nothing had happened
Tags: boone, lost, prompt, shannon
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