Fic: Eyes (Lost/GA)
Title: Eyes.
Fandom: Lost/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing/Character: Boone, Izzie; implied: Denny/Izzie, Boone/Shannon.
Spoilers/Warnings: Lost: Boone's death. GA: 3x01-3x17.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 2446.
Rating: PG.
Summary: He helps her find closure.
Written For: cult_ships
Notes: This is just something that popped into my head. Feedback is love. ;)
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"When are you gonna stop pushing them away?" Her eyes blink and she's staring into the bluest of blues; she feels like she's sinking in the ocean as she stares into them. They seem so bright and alive, but her mind questions who this man is with the chocolate-coloured hair and the handsome face she's never seen before.
Her voice is soft, a bare whisper that is carried by invisible and light air to his ears; "I'm not pushing them away."
"No?" She thinks she saw a sparkle in them as his lips quirk up; she wants to scold him for it, that now isn't the time for jokes or pranks or smirking, but she doesn't and all she does is breathes. "Then why haven't you gotten up and out of that dress, Isobel?"
She licks her lips and feels a tear slide sloppily down her cheek. His fingers brush it away; they're warm and soft and she can feel them against her skin. "Where's Denny? Why isn't he here?"
His fingers don't leave her face, and he mutters, "Give it time."
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He chuckles as he walks over to the centre of the kitchen, planting his hands flat against the clean wood as he watches her hand guide the spoon roughly around the bowl, "You're gonna make a hole in that bowl, Isobel."
She huffs and looks up at him, his lips turn into a smile as his eyes are magnetically drawn to the flour painting the skin near her top lip, "Izzie. It's Izzie. And who are you? What are you?"
His eyes immediately drop, and she's almost saddened by this. She's grown accustomed to looking into his cool blue eyes that can calm her nerves and take away her small insecurities (what if she never finds anything she's good at; what if she can't take the void in her heart for much longer?), and his voice becomes an octave lower as his hands drum along the counter, "I'm not anyone of any importance."
Izzie breathes in before she closes her eyes and asks, "Are you dead?"
His blue eyes look up at her closed eyelids, and once brown meets blue his lips turn back into a grin as he shrugs like he's talking to a friend about a girl, "Have been for a while."
Izzie picks up the spoon and guides it around the bowl absently as she watches him, "What's your name? Why are you here?"
Something sparkles in his eyes as they drop to her hands, bits of flour coating them, "It's Boone, and I guess I'm here to help. She told me I've always been the one to rescue her."
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She can feel the breeze pushing her slightly, a faint touch to her skin that doesn't make her move from her spot. She feels him - Boone - beside her, and she can feel his blue eyes gazing at the side of her face, "You ever gonna go in there?"
She nods her head and whispers, "Yeah."
"When?"
Izzie breathes in, remembering George and Meredith and Alex, and her eyes don't move from the window or the building to look at the handsome man - ghost - standing beside her, "When I stop thinking about my wedding dress."
She hears him chuckle, "I could've helped you with that."
Her eyes move to the side of his face as he is now looking up at the structure of Seattle Grace. "To stop thinking? To stop feeling?"
He looks at her, his blue eyes are as soft as the wind, and it gives her that security blanket she's been yearning for, even if it lasts for just a second before his voice hums over her body and causes her emotions to take over. "With the wedding dress," when he says this her eyes flutter close and the tears cling to her lashes, "I was the CEO of my mother's company."
When she opens her eyes she doesn't look at him, she's staring back up at the building and nods, almost as if she's talking to herself, "When I stop thinking about my wedding dress, I'll go in. I'll just be a minute, then I'll go in and ask the chief for my internship back."
Boone smirks, his eyes never leaving her face, "That's never gonna happen."
"What makes you so sure?" She turns to him, brown meeting blue again.
Boone shrugs, and looks up to the building, "It's like being stuck on a deserted island. The possibility of being rescued just seems so far away."
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Izzie looks up and sees the bottom of the top bunk in the on-call room. Boone's sitting on a chair, his eyes sparkling as he listens to her try to come up with ideas on how to spend her money and get rid of the memory of a man who has long since been in the ground, lying in a box alone. "Maybe I should open a B&B," she turns to look at him, and Boone shakes his head. "No? How about I travel the world? I've always wanted to do that. Go up to the Eiffel Tower and be kissed by a man I lo -" she stops and her voice lowers, "I just want to get away."
He smiles, and his voice has a hint of a chuckle, "You won't."
"I won't? I have money, I can get away." She turns back to look up at the ugly white of the other bed, her hands clasped together as her fingers collide as they tap against each other.
She hears him move, and he's beside the bed, kneeling down so when she turns to face him their eyes connect and she can count the faint freckles on his face, "You may smile to everyone else, but I can see it doesn't reach your eyes," his finger touches near the corner of her eye, "you're going to wait until the perfect idea comes."
The silence that follows almost swallows her whole, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she swallows loudly, her voice faint and almost breathless as tears prick her eyes and Boone's blue oceans don't leave her face, "What if it never comes?"
His hand is in her hair, and she fingers the elastic hair tie on her wrist as she closes her eyes, "It'll come, you know it will. Just give it time."
She shakes her head, and his fingers still at the ends of her hair, "I don't have time."
"Yes you do."
Izzie turns to face him, her eyes roaming over his face, "What about you, Boone? Do you have enough time to wait?"
"I've got a whole lifetime to wait by your side."
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"What was her name?" Izzie asks him with her eyes closed as she meditates on a gurney in the abandoned hallway, and he looks over to her in surprise.
"Who?"
She opens her eyes and looks at him as he sits on the gurney next to hers, his back leaning against the brick with his blue eyes wide open. "You stare at blondes with short hair. What was her name?"
His head whips around to looks at hers, his eyes wide with protest, and Izzie feels the laughter sneak up her throat as he vehemently protests, "I don't stare -"
She drops her hands to her sides, feeling like she's talking to Meredith about her love for McDreamy, and asks more forcefully, "What was her name?"
He closes his eyes, and she counts the seconds before he mutters, "Shannon."
She purses her lips together and keeps her eyes trained on his profile, he keeps his eyes closed, and she's wondering if he's feeling the same neglect and pain she is about Denny. "You loved her."
Boone opens his eyes and looks at Izzie, she can see the sparkles have intensified as a single tear slides down his pale face, "Yeah, I do. She's in my heart each and every day."
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She stands outside a room, watching Dr Montgomery (minus the Shepherd) talk to a new mother about her baby. With her arms crossed and a light sheet coating her eyes, Izzie sees his reflection next to her and knows he's standing beside her, watching the scene unfold in front of his own eyes, "How did you die?"
"I wasn't alone," he shifts but his eyes stay focused on the mother and Dr Montgomery.
Izzie turns so she can see his form, and watches his profile as he blinks and keeps his eyes on the people behind the open blinds and the glass. He usually turns to look at her, but he doesn't and it unsettles her, causing a tingling to attack her arms and the only way she can make it feel faint is to rub her hands up and down her skin, "How did you die? Were you in a hospital?"
Boone looks at her, hesitancy lights up his eyes and he sighs before he rubs his hand over his face and manages to grunt out, "No. I was on an island. Flight 815."
Izzie takes a step back in surprise. She had heard about that incident involving Flight 815 on the news and through hospital gossip, but she had only let herself believe that it was most likely they had all died. There was no such thing as miracles; the memories of prom and pink invade her mind and she looks down to the floor. "You survived?"
She watches him as his eyes flick back to the scene in the room, Dr Montgomery's hands are holding the blonde woman's, and Boone cracks a smirk as memories of white, dark grey and leaves flash in his mind, "Yeah. Polar bears and evil monsters."
Izzie copies his actions as her minds wanders to the possibilities of his words, "Monsters? The type that are usually in your closet or under your bed?"
He swallows as his eyes take in a distraught mother being comforted by her doctor, but flashes of gold, brown and lips block his sight, and he licks his lips that feel suddenly dry. He doesn't turn to look at her, "Yeah," he chuckles, "but far worse."
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Izzie sits down once George has left the room, and she feels Boone's breath tickle her cheek as his voice is a whisper, "You did good."
She hears Bailey at the door, but doesn't feel Boone disappear as she can feel the older woman's eyes questioning the back of her head, "Hey, you gonna be okay?"
Izzie looks to Boone for a quick second, he nods and her whole being feels a little stronger, the tears stop burning her eyes, and she turns her attention to Bailey. Her eyes immediately settle onto the papers in her hands. "I think so," she says, "How's your clinic going?"
Bailey starts walking into the room, "Got my signatures, which is a start. The Seattle Grace free clinic will exist." She places the papers and books onto the table, and Izzie looks straight forward, a whisper of a name echoing in her mind. It isn't Boone's voice, it isn't her own; it's of a voice she's longed to hear, and she feels the tears faintly burn her eyes.
"The Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic."
Bailey looks to Izzie, her brown eyes reflecting the faint lighting in the room, "What?"
"I have eight million dollars," Izzie looks up at her, and feels lighter, like she's floating or flying, and her mind keeps repeating the words "You found the good deed. You found the good deed." over and over until they become a rush of colour that blinds her for only a moment.
"Izzie Stevens."
The tug at her heart suggest she's done the right thing, that this choice won't disappoint the man who had once been the owner of the money, and she feels his hand squeeze her shoulder, she can tell he's smiling and that his blue eyes are twinkling. He gives her another gentle squeeze, and her lips tug upwards, and she knows everything is going to be okay from now on.
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When Izzie stops in the middle of the hallway, her eyes closed and her whole being tingling with warmth and familiarity, and with a man beside her whom she can only recognise by vague touch, Boone knows his job is done.
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"I thought you had left," Izzie says as she swirls the spoon absently around the bowl. She's planning on making chocolate chip cookies, the type Boone says he likes, but she hasn't seen him for a couple of days and perhaps the smell of baking cookies will bring him back.
It does, as she feels him looking over her shoulder.
"I'm not the type to leave without saying goodbye."
She stops stirring for a beat before picking it up again, continuing the smooth rhythm to mute music and breathing in a scent none of her friends will ever get to fill their lungs with, "Did you say goodbye to her? To Shannon?"
He shrugs, and moves beside her, "I guess. It depends on what kind of goodbye she wanted."
The sound of small creaks and buzzing plays around the room like a soft instrument, and Izzie stops guiding the spoon around the bowl. She doesn't look up from it as she whispers, "I don't want you to go."
Boone smirks, and she feels his fingers - light and warm - guide her chin so she's looking into his light blue eyes, "Neither do I, but you don't need me anymore."
"But what about you? How are you meant to move on?"
"You helped me with that. With letting go completely," he smiles, and lets his finger lightly trail up and down her jaw. He watches his actions as she gives him a small broken smile. His fingers twirl a strand of her hair as their eyes meet, "Take care Iz, okay? I don't want Denny yelling at me again."
Izzie's eyes are wide, "Denny -"
"Shh. It's best left alone," he winks and cups her cheek, his thumb moving lightly over her skin, never pausing or breaking contact. "You saved me, and that's all I really needed. And now, I've got to let you live your life; it's what you need."
She doesn't say anything as he presses his lips to her cheek, she closes her eyes and tries to take in the warmth that makes her cheek feel on fire, and when he pulls away, she opens her eyes and sees his comforting smirk and his eyes twinkling like they usually do whenever he's with her.
It's when she blinks he fades away.
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Fandom: Lost/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing/Character: Boone, Izzie; implied: Denny/Izzie, Boone/Shannon.
Spoilers/Warnings: Lost: Boone's death. GA: 3x01-3x17.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 2446.
Rating: PG.
Summary: He helps her find closure.
Written For: cult_ships
Notes: This is just something that popped into my head. Feedback is love. ;)
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"When are you gonna stop pushing them away?" Her eyes blink and she's staring into the bluest of blues; she feels like she's sinking in the ocean as she stares into them. They seem so bright and alive, but her mind questions who this man is with the chocolate-coloured hair and the handsome face she's never seen before.
Her voice is soft, a bare whisper that is carried by invisible and light air to his ears; "I'm not pushing them away."
"No?" She thinks she saw a sparkle in them as his lips quirk up; she wants to scold him for it, that now isn't the time for jokes or pranks or smirking, but she doesn't and all she does is breathes. "Then why haven't you gotten up and out of that dress, Isobel?"
She licks her lips and feels a tear slide sloppily down her cheek. His fingers brush it away; they're warm and soft and she can feel them against her skin. "Where's Denny? Why isn't he here?"
His fingers don't leave her face, and he mutters, "Give it time."
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He chuckles as he walks over to the centre of the kitchen, planting his hands flat against the clean wood as he watches her hand guide the spoon roughly around the bowl, "You're gonna make a hole in that bowl, Isobel."
She huffs and looks up at him, his lips turn into a smile as his eyes are magnetically drawn to the flour painting the skin near her top lip, "Izzie. It's Izzie. And who are you? What are you?"
His eyes immediately drop, and she's almost saddened by this. She's grown accustomed to looking into his cool blue eyes that can calm her nerves and take away her small insecurities (what if she never finds anything she's good at; what if she can't take the void in her heart for much longer?), and his voice becomes an octave lower as his hands drum along the counter, "I'm not anyone of any importance."
Izzie breathes in before she closes her eyes and asks, "Are you dead?"
His blue eyes look up at her closed eyelids, and once brown meets blue his lips turn back into a grin as he shrugs like he's talking to a friend about a girl, "Have been for a while."
Izzie picks up the spoon and guides it around the bowl absently as she watches him, "What's your name? Why are you here?"
Something sparkles in his eyes as they drop to her hands, bits of flour coating them, "It's Boone, and I guess I'm here to help. She told me I've always been the one to rescue her."
-
She can feel the breeze pushing her slightly, a faint touch to her skin that doesn't make her move from her spot. She feels him - Boone - beside her, and she can feel his blue eyes gazing at the side of her face, "You ever gonna go in there?"
She nods her head and whispers, "Yeah."
"When?"
Izzie breathes in, remembering George and Meredith and Alex, and her eyes don't move from the window or the building to look at the handsome man - ghost - standing beside her, "When I stop thinking about my wedding dress."
She hears him chuckle, "I could've helped you with that."
Her eyes move to the side of his face as he is now looking up at the structure of Seattle Grace. "To stop thinking? To stop feeling?"
He looks at her, his blue eyes are as soft as the wind, and it gives her that security blanket she's been yearning for, even if it lasts for just a second before his voice hums over her body and causes her emotions to take over. "With the wedding dress," when he says this her eyes flutter close and the tears cling to her lashes, "I was the CEO of my mother's company."
When she opens her eyes she doesn't look at him, she's staring back up at the building and nods, almost as if she's talking to herself, "When I stop thinking about my wedding dress, I'll go in. I'll just be a minute, then I'll go in and ask the chief for my internship back."
Boone smirks, his eyes never leaving her face, "That's never gonna happen."
"What makes you so sure?" She turns to him, brown meeting blue again.
Boone shrugs, and looks up to the building, "It's like being stuck on a deserted island. The possibility of being rescued just seems so far away."
-
Izzie looks up and sees the bottom of the top bunk in the on-call room. Boone's sitting on a chair, his eyes sparkling as he listens to her try to come up with ideas on how to spend her money and get rid of the memory of a man who has long since been in the ground, lying in a box alone. "Maybe I should open a B&B," she turns to look at him, and Boone shakes his head. "No? How about I travel the world? I've always wanted to do that. Go up to the Eiffel Tower and be kissed by a man I lo -" she stops and her voice lowers, "I just want to get away."
He smiles, and his voice has a hint of a chuckle, "You won't."
"I won't? I have money, I can get away." She turns back to look up at the ugly white of the other bed, her hands clasped together as her fingers collide as they tap against each other.
She hears him move, and he's beside the bed, kneeling down so when she turns to face him their eyes connect and she can count the faint freckles on his face, "You may smile to everyone else, but I can see it doesn't reach your eyes," his finger touches near the corner of her eye, "you're going to wait until the perfect idea comes."
The silence that follows almost swallows her whole, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she swallows loudly, her voice faint and almost breathless as tears prick her eyes and Boone's blue oceans don't leave her face, "What if it never comes?"
His hand is in her hair, and she fingers the elastic hair tie on her wrist as she closes her eyes, "It'll come, you know it will. Just give it time."
She shakes her head, and his fingers still at the ends of her hair, "I don't have time."
"Yes you do."
Izzie turns to face him, her eyes roaming over his face, "What about you, Boone? Do you have enough time to wait?"
"I've got a whole lifetime to wait by your side."
-
"What was her name?" Izzie asks him with her eyes closed as she meditates on a gurney in the abandoned hallway, and he looks over to her in surprise.
"Who?"
She opens her eyes and looks at him as he sits on the gurney next to hers, his back leaning against the brick with his blue eyes wide open. "You stare at blondes with short hair. What was her name?"
His head whips around to looks at hers, his eyes wide with protest, and Izzie feels the laughter sneak up her throat as he vehemently protests, "I don't stare -"
She drops her hands to her sides, feeling like she's talking to Meredith about her love for McDreamy, and asks more forcefully, "What was her name?"
He closes his eyes, and she counts the seconds before he mutters, "Shannon."
She purses her lips together and keeps her eyes trained on his profile, he keeps his eyes closed, and she's wondering if he's feeling the same neglect and pain she is about Denny. "You loved her."
Boone opens his eyes and looks at Izzie, she can see the sparkles have intensified as a single tear slides down his pale face, "Yeah, I do. She's in my heart each and every day."
-
She stands outside a room, watching Dr Montgomery (minus the Shepherd) talk to a new mother about her baby. With her arms crossed and a light sheet coating her eyes, Izzie sees his reflection next to her and knows he's standing beside her, watching the scene unfold in front of his own eyes, "How did you die?"
"I wasn't alone," he shifts but his eyes stay focused on the mother and Dr Montgomery.
Izzie turns so she can see his form, and watches his profile as he blinks and keeps his eyes on the people behind the open blinds and the glass. He usually turns to look at her, but he doesn't and it unsettles her, causing a tingling to attack her arms and the only way she can make it feel faint is to rub her hands up and down her skin, "How did you die? Were you in a hospital?"
Boone looks at her, hesitancy lights up his eyes and he sighs before he rubs his hand over his face and manages to grunt out, "No. I was on an island. Flight 815."
Izzie takes a step back in surprise. She had heard about that incident involving Flight 815 on the news and through hospital gossip, but she had only let herself believe that it was most likely they had all died. There was no such thing as miracles; the memories of prom and pink invade her mind and she looks down to the floor. "You survived?"
She watches him as his eyes flick back to the scene in the room, Dr Montgomery's hands are holding the blonde woman's, and Boone cracks a smirk as memories of white, dark grey and leaves flash in his mind, "Yeah. Polar bears and evil monsters."
Izzie copies his actions as her minds wanders to the possibilities of his words, "Monsters? The type that are usually in your closet or under your bed?"
He swallows as his eyes take in a distraught mother being comforted by her doctor, but flashes of gold, brown and lips block his sight, and he licks his lips that feel suddenly dry. He doesn't turn to look at her, "Yeah," he chuckles, "but far worse."
-
Izzie sits down once George has left the room, and she feels Boone's breath tickle her cheek as his voice is a whisper, "You did good."
She hears Bailey at the door, but doesn't feel Boone disappear as she can feel the older woman's eyes questioning the back of her head, "Hey, you gonna be okay?"
Izzie looks to Boone for a quick second, he nods and her whole being feels a little stronger, the tears stop burning her eyes, and she turns her attention to Bailey. Her eyes immediately settle onto the papers in her hands. "I think so," she says, "How's your clinic going?"
Bailey starts walking into the room, "Got my signatures, which is a start. The Seattle Grace free clinic will exist." She places the papers and books onto the table, and Izzie looks straight forward, a whisper of a name echoing in her mind. It isn't Boone's voice, it isn't her own; it's of a voice she's longed to hear, and she feels the tears faintly burn her eyes.
"The Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic."
Bailey looks to Izzie, her brown eyes reflecting the faint lighting in the room, "What?"
"I have eight million dollars," Izzie looks up at her, and feels lighter, like she's floating or flying, and her mind keeps repeating the words "You found the good deed. You found the good deed." over and over until they become a rush of colour that blinds her for only a moment.
"Izzie Stevens."
The tug at her heart suggest she's done the right thing, that this choice won't disappoint the man who had once been the owner of the money, and she feels his hand squeeze her shoulder, she can tell he's smiling and that his blue eyes are twinkling. He gives her another gentle squeeze, and her lips tug upwards, and she knows everything is going to be okay from now on.
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When Izzie stops in the middle of the hallway, her eyes closed and her whole being tingling with warmth and familiarity, and with a man beside her whom she can only recognise by vague touch, Boone knows his job is done.
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"I thought you had left," Izzie says as she swirls the spoon absently around the bowl. She's planning on making chocolate chip cookies, the type Boone says he likes, but she hasn't seen him for a couple of days and perhaps the smell of baking cookies will bring him back.
It does, as she feels him looking over her shoulder.
"I'm not the type to leave without saying goodbye."
She stops stirring for a beat before picking it up again, continuing the smooth rhythm to mute music and breathing in a scent none of her friends will ever get to fill their lungs with, "Did you say goodbye to her? To Shannon?"
He shrugs, and moves beside her, "I guess. It depends on what kind of goodbye she wanted."
The sound of small creaks and buzzing plays around the room like a soft instrument, and Izzie stops guiding the spoon around the bowl. She doesn't look up from it as she whispers, "I don't want you to go."
Boone smirks, and she feels his fingers - light and warm - guide her chin so she's looking into his light blue eyes, "Neither do I, but you don't need me anymore."
"But what about you? How are you meant to move on?"
"You helped me with that. With letting go completely," he smiles, and lets his finger lightly trail up and down her jaw. He watches his actions as she gives him a small broken smile. His fingers twirl a strand of her hair as their eyes meet, "Take care Iz, okay? I don't want Denny yelling at me again."
Izzie's eyes are wide, "Denny -"
"Shh. It's best left alone," he winks and cups her cheek, his thumb moving lightly over her skin, never pausing or breaking contact. "You saved me, and that's all I really needed. And now, I've got to let you live your life; it's what you need."
She doesn't say anything as he presses his lips to her cheek, she closes her eyes and tries to take in the warmth that makes her cheek feel on fire, and when he pulls away, she opens her eyes and sees his comforting smirk and his eyes twinkling like they usually do whenever he's with her.
It's when she blinks he fades away.
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