Not a damn thing - Shannon/Boone - PG
Summary: “I love you and now there's nothing you can do about it." Written for lostfichallenge.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Warning: Angst and swearing.
Shannon knelt by his grave, feeling weak and drained, like she’d run a marathon with the flu. She sniffled back a sob as her fingers timidly reached out to rub the coarse wood, to rub his name that Hurley had crudely carved into the cross. This time she didn’t stop the sob that tore up from the bottom of her stomach and it echoed through the clearing like a loud bell.
“Oh god.”
The words slipped from her mouth before she had a chance to stop them and the moment they were loose, she slapped a hand over her lips to stop any more from escaping. Tears dripped from her eyelashes and raced down her cheeks, leaving wet stains in their wake.
A few moments passed, and Shannon finally took control of herself. She sniffled away her sobs and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. She chuckled ironically as her fist twisted around the cross, clenching furiously.
“You knew I loved you,” she whispered heatedly, as if he were right there beside her, as if he could really hear her. “You knew I loved you, how could you not. But you still went with him, like the great fucking hero you are. God’s fucking gift to humanity.”
Another chest-wrenching cry threatened to escape her and she clamped her mouth down shut to muffle it, although it still echoed unevenly throughout the field. She panted, her fists clenching tighter around the wooden cross hands.
“Well now, there’s nothing you can do about it, you bloody bastard,” she ground out. “I love you Boone, but fuck I hate you too.”
Shannon pushed herself up with the palm of her hands and glared down at Boone’s grave.
“I love you and now there’s nothing you can do about it. You better be goddamn happy with yourself,” Shannon hissed.
With an angry sneer and the flick of her dirty hair, Shannon stomped from the clearing.