Title: All The Times
Author: xLostXDollx
Rating: G
Character(s): Shannon mostly, small cameo's by Locke, Sayid, Jack, and Kate.
Word Count: 684
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of the characters.
Summary: She'd sat next to him for hours that day, somehow hoping that it would make up for the time she should have been there before he was gone. Finally the tears stopped, there just weren't anymore. She would brush a strand of her platinum hair away from her eyes and then put her hand back on his face, lightly caressing the skin there, hoping, praying that he would just...wake up. But Shannon knew better.
Author: xLostXDollx
Rating: G
Character(s): Shannon mostly, small cameo's by Locke, Sayid, Jack, and Kate.
Word Count: 684
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of the characters.
Summary: She'd sat next to him for hours that day, somehow hoping that it would make up for the time she should have been there before he was gone. Finally the tears stopped, there just weren't anymore. She would brush a strand of her platinum hair away from her eyes and then put her hand back on his face, lightly caressing the skin there, hoping, praying that he would just...wake up. But Shannon knew better.
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She'd sat next to him for hours that day, somehow hoping that it would make up for the time she should have been there before he was gone. Finally the tears stopped, there just weren't anymore. She would brush a strand of her platinum hair away from her eyes and then put her hand back on his face, lightly caressing the skin there, hoping, praying that he would just...wake up. But Shannon knew better.
As she stood next to Boone's grave that day he was buried on the beach, a light breeze blew by and she crossed her arms over the top of her stomach in an isolating manner. She had also come to do this when anyone tried to touch her. Shannon felt numb and cold and when someone spoke to her all she could do was nod faintly or shake her head weakly. She would cry if she spoke, she knew, because there really were still tears, there always would be.
And the next day she held a gun firmly in her hands, stolen from the case that she had stolen the key to from around Jack's neck as he slept. The idea of taking her own life had seemed to be the most plausible thing to do for a while until she realized she wanted revenge. And the only person she knew she could take it out on was John Locke. She came up on him walking in the jungle, right after it had started raining. Everything seemed so blurry as she yelled to him and then pointed the gun.
It could have been hours or minutes or seconds later, but Soon Sayid was there. Shannon glanced at him uneasily.
"She doesn't believe me, Sayid."
Her gaze drifted back to Locke as he spoke. Hate, she never felt more hate in her life. But she knew that this wasn't right. But Boone was gone, gone because of Locke and he couldn't come back.
"You're not thinking rationally. You've never fired a gun before."
Shannon turned the gun between Sayid and Locke without thinking, and fired blindly, not knowing exactly what she did that. Sayid reminded her that she didn't want to do this.
"Yes, I do!" Shannon replied, in a haze of tears, rage, and hate all mixed together. She felt her arms becoming increasingly heavy with every second, her body and her mind were both Exhautsed. Just walk away, now, Shann. She tried to reason with herself. But no, there wasn't any walking away.
Shannon hadn't known she was such a vengeful person until this moment.
If you do it, you can never take it back. Sayid's words echoed in her mind and she did her very best to ignore it because she knew it was the truth. Jack and Kate rushed up, both looking equally shocked.
There were more words exchanged, mostly yelling on her part, looks of curiosity exchanged between the others. The pressure on her finger that was on the trigger seemed to be pulling back on its own and out of the corner of the eye, she saw Sayid running for her in an attempt to get the gun.
No, Her mind screamed. Do it, do it now. Do it for him, for Boone. And Shannon pulled on the trigger just as the gun was about to be knocked out of her hand. She stood there for a few moments, dizzy and dazed, bringing her hand up to her forehead. Sayid apologized and she fired back with a quick 'get away' before she stumbled slightly and then took off running.
After all, running from her problems and mistakes was what she did best. The thought only brought on more tears that she had thought weren't there. She stopped running finally, coming to a stop behind a tree, leaning against it for support.
She cried. Shannon cried for herself as selfish as it seemed, for losing the only person that she thought truly understood her. And as she cried for Boone, she counted all of the times she should have been there for him and wasn't.
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