Fic, Lost: On Keeping Secrets (Sun, Boone), PG13, for un_love_you
*bows to Queen isis2015*
So, the request was Sun and here I have twelve icons and a ficlet. Hope you like them!
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Title: On Keeping Secrets
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Characters: Sun, Boone (Sun/Jin and Boone/Shannon implied)
Word counting: 1255
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine, Sun is not mine, Boone is not (sadly) mine. But the title is, for once! ;)
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of S2 maybe? Also, implies that Arzt and Crafts mobisode or however it was called.
Summary: He had assured Sun that he knew how to keep a secret. He definitely did. She thought that maybe he was good at keeping it from the others but not as good at not showing it, since everyone was more or less gossiping about what Sun believed the secret to be, but well, it wasn’t really anything concerning Boone himself, anyway.
A/N: Queen isis2015 asked for Sun and so hereby I present my first Sun POV ever. Please go easy on me, I really tried. Also, since I'm another one for a underused character, I had to throw Boone into the mix in order to make things easier for me but I hope you like it anyway ;) also using for un_love_you #1, you were right about me.
Sun won’t ever tell Jin that the first thing she has agreed with him in a long time is thinking that Boone and Shannon were lovers before learning (or overhearing, in that case), that they were brother and sister. And that she had figured it out exactly like Jin had; by the way he looked at her.
Though maybe she had figured it out another way; she remembers thinking something along those lines one evening at the beach, when Boone had brought Shannon a pair of sunglasses, her expression turned from a half-scowl into a smile which seemed pretty sincere and he had matched it, even if he had his back at her.
She had thought for a second of a white flower brought to her during a party, before her wedding, before everything became too complicated and when she really had no secrets to keep.
Then she had figured that they weren’t really lovers, but the impression hadn’t changed. If they weren’t, they could have been; but minding her business was something Sun knew her way around and she was never one to make judgments when not knowing all of the story.
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Boone had known that she spoke English before Kate had.
It had been an accident, more or less; he had been searching for her in order to thank her for helping with his sister’s ashtma and had caught her speaking with Michael. She was forced to tell him the truth then, but he had assured Sun that he knew how to keep a secret. He definitely did.
She thought that maybe he was good at keeping it from the others but not as good at not showing it, since everyone was more or less gossiping about what Sun believed the secret to be, but well, it wasn’t really anything concerning Boone himself, anyway.
After a week, she had to say he really was good at it. He never gave a thing away, behaved as usual when around her, he never let a wrong word escape his lips.
Keeping a secret was a quality Sun knew how to value; she had to concede that Boone had it. A pity that no one else gave him much credit for it, as long as she knew.
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He had come to her garden sometimes, when Jin was fishing and he wasn’t out with Locke himself.
Sun hadn’t really minded, especially because she was at a point where she appreciated company. Right, things with Jin were actually starting to work better than they had in months, but both Michael and Kate had made her realize how much she wished for someone else’s presence. And since there was no one else who knew of her little secret (though well, little compared to a couple of others she was keeping), she was glad if Boone passed by once in a while. He never answered straight the two or three times she asked about the boar hunting and Sun had never pushed the topic; after all, trust with respecting secrets goes both ways. But he was nice to talk to; sure, the topics were never much serious, but it felt good not to talk about anything much serious once in a while. He had brought her some seeds once (she guessed taken on a hike with Locke), given her a hand with the transplanting another couple of times; once he had half joked about her being the only person he had managed to seriously help out in one month or so and she had figured that she wasn’t the only one who felt good when being helpful to someone else.
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The last time they exchanged a talk in that setting, it was three or four days after she and Jin had broken up; by that point, at least there weren’t only three people to whom she could talk (and she did talk with mostly everyone she had never exchanged a word with before, what a beautiful sensation), but it had felt good when he stopped by. She couldn’t have pinned the reason, but it just had.
“I’m sorry.”, he had said earnestly, shrugging his shoulders a bit.
“Don’t be. It was going to happen, sooner or later.”
And the truth was that it was. Knowing English might have been a little secret in Sun’s scale, but she couldn’t have kept it hidden much longer in such a situation.
“It’s just that... never mind. I don’t even know how to get it across.”
Sun thought she knew, but didn’t say anything as he tried again.
“Let’s say I had a harsh breakup recently.”, he said, his tone trying to be humorous but utterly failing at it.
“With someone who is stranded here, too?”
“I guess I’m not much good at keeping secrets concerning myself, am I?”
Sun smiled just slightly.
“Jin had figured it out, you know.”
Boone didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.
“Did you move on?”, she asked by that point, trying to ignore a certain ache burning within her since a while. Since five days or so.
Boone just smiled, half apologetic.
“I’m trying. I think I did. But no one knows what could happen.”
“Right. No one knows. By the way, those seeds you gave me two weeks ago. They’re blooming.”
“Now?”
“Not quite. But soon.”
“I will pay you a visit one of these days, then.”
She nodded then; he raised a hand in her direction and then disappeared in the jungle again.
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Sun had thought she was going to see him again a few days later, and she did; but he was barely conscious, covered in blood, with a broken leg and one chance on ten thousand to survive the next twenty-four hours.
She had tried to help in every way then; a week later, she couldn’t remember exactly everything that happened in that tent.
Sun remembered only the smell of blood, helpless cries, the way Jack’s face became paler and paler as the blood flowed from his arm; she remembered everything happening in a frantic motion, she remembered Jin finally looking at her again at least for five seconds and it was enough to make her understand that maybe it wasn’t really over, even if she didn’t give it a serious thought until everything ended.
Sun also remembered the way Boone coughed blood when she tried to get him to drink some water. That’s what she remembered most, along with Jack’s stubbornness and his destroyed face, his features the incarnation of defeat, when he told her it was over.
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It’s been two days since the launching of the raft, but Sun can still taste the feeling of Jin’s lips on hers. It never really went away and she doesn’t think it could have ever happened altogether if they never had that awkward moment in the cave.
She goes first to her garden, kneeling next to a small plant. Five or so buds blossomed maybe the day before; she wouldn’t know the plant’s English name, surely it isn’t edible. But it’s a very pretty flower, indeed; the petals are long and slender, of a dirty shade of white. She plucks a couple of flowers, then stands up and heads to the hill. She doesn’t say anything when placing the flowers under the cross; she stays there for maybe a minute before she heads down. She doesn’t know why but she can feel her wedding ring around her finger in a way she never did since it since she got adjusted to it.
End.
So, the request was Sun and here I have twelve icons and a ficlet. Hope you like them!
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Title: On Keeping Secrets
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Characters: Sun, Boone (Sun/Jin and Boone/Shannon implied)
Word counting: 1255
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine, Sun is not mine, Boone is not (sadly) mine. But the title is, for once! ;)
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of S2 maybe? Also, implies that Arzt and Crafts mobisode or however it was called.
Summary: He had assured Sun that he knew how to keep a secret. He definitely did. She thought that maybe he was good at keeping it from the others but not as good at not showing it, since everyone was more or less gossiping about what Sun believed the secret to be, but well, it wasn’t really anything concerning Boone himself, anyway.
A/N: Queen isis2015 asked for Sun and so hereby I present my first Sun POV ever. Please go easy on me, I really tried. Also, since I'm another one for a underused character, I had to throw Boone into the mix in order to make things easier for me but I hope you like it anyway ;) also using for un_love_you #1, you were right about me.
Sun won’t ever tell Jin that the first thing she has agreed with him in a long time is thinking that Boone and Shannon were lovers before learning (or overhearing, in that case), that they were brother and sister. And that she had figured it out exactly like Jin had; by the way he looked at her.
Though maybe she had figured it out another way; she remembers thinking something along those lines one evening at the beach, when Boone had brought Shannon a pair of sunglasses, her expression turned from a half-scowl into a smile which seemed pretty sincere and he had matched it, even if he had his back at her.
She had thought for a second of a white flower brought to her during a party, before her wedding, before everything became too complicated and when she really had no secrets to keep.
Then she had figured that they weren’t really lovers, but the impression hadn’t changed. If they weren’t, they could have been; but minding her business was something Sun knew her way around and she was never one to make judgments when not knowing all of the story.
--
Boone had known that she spoke English before Kate had.
It had been an accident, more or less; he had been searching for her in order to thank her for helping with his sister’s ashtma and had caught her speaking with Michael. She was forced to tell him the truth then, but he had assured Sun that he knew how to keep a secret. He definitely did.
She thought that maybe he was good at keeping it from the others but not as good at not showing it, since everyone was more or less gossiping about what Sun believed the secret to be, but well, it wasn’t really anything concerning Boone himself, anyway.
After a week, she had to say he really was good at it. He never gave a thing away, behaved as usual when around her, he never let a wrong word escape his lips.
Keeping a secret was a quality Sun knew how to value; she had to concede that Boone had it. A pity that no one else gave him much credit for it, as long as she knew.
--
He had come to her garden sometimes, when Jin was fishing and he wasn’t out with Locke himself.
Sun hadn’t really minded, especially because she was at a point where she appreciated company. Right, things with Jin were actually starting to work better than they had in months, but both Michael and Kate had made her realize how much she wished for someone else’s presence. And since there was no one else who knew of her little secret (though well, little compared to a couple of others she was keeping), she was glad if Boone passed by once in a while. He never answered straight the two or three times she asked about the boar hunting and Sun had never pushed the topic; after all, trust with respecting secrets goes both ways. But he was nice to talk to; sure, the topics were never much serious, but it felt good not to talk about anything much serious once in a while. He had brought her some seeds once (she guessed taken on a hike with Locke), given her a hand with the transplanting another couple of times; once he had half joked about her being the only person he had managed to seriously help out in one month or so and she had figured that she wasn’t the only one who felt good when being helpful to someone else.
--
The last time they exchanged a talk in that setting, it was three or four days after she and Jin had broken up; by that point, at least there weren’t only three people to whom she could talk (and she did talk with mostly everyone she had never exchanged a word with before, what a beautiful sensation), but it had felt good when he stopped by. She couldn’t have pinned the reason, but it just had.
“I’m sorry.”, he had said earnestly, shrugging his shoulders a bit.
“Don’t be. It was going to happen, sooner or later.”
And the truth was that it was. Knowing English might have been a little secret in Sun’s scale, but she couldn’t have kept it hidden much longer in such a situation.
“It’s just that... never mind. I don’t even know how to get it across.”
Sun thought she knew, but didn’t say anything as he tried again.
“Let’s say I had a harsh breakup recently.”, he said, his tone trying to be humorous but utterly failing at it.
“With someone who is stranded here, too?”
“I guess I’m not much good at keeping secrets concerning myself, am I?”
Sun smiled just slightly.
“Jin had figured it out, you know.”
Boone didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.
“Did you move on?”, she asked by that point, trying to ignore a certain ache burning within her since a while. Since five days or so.
Boone just smiled, half apologetic.
“I’m trying. I think I did. But no one knows what could happen.”
“Right. No one knows. By the way, those seeds you gave me two weeks ago. They’re blooming.”
“Now?”
“Not quite. But soon.”
“I will pay you a visit one of these days, then.”
She nodded then; he raised a hand in her direction and then disappeared in the jungle again.
--
Sun had thought she was going to see him again a few days later, and she did; but he was barely conscious, covered in blood, with a broken leg and one chance on ten thousand to survive the next twenty-four hours.
She had tried to help in every way then; a week later, she couldn’t remember exactly everything that happened in that tent.
Sun remembered only the smell of blood, helpless cries, the way Jack’s face became paler and paler as the blood flowed from his arm; she remembered everything happening in a frantic motion, she remembered Jin finally looking at her again at least for five seconds and it was enough to make her understand that maybe it wasn’t really over, even if she didn’t give it a serious thought until everything ended.
Sun also remembered the way Boone coughed blood when she tried to get him to drink some water. That’s what she remembered most, along with Jack’s stubbornness and his destroyed face, his features the incarnation of defeat, when he told her it was over.
--
It’s been two days since the launching of the raft, but Sun can still taste the feeling of Jin’s lips on hers. It never really went away and she doesn’t think it could have ever happened altogether if they never had that awkward moment in the cave.
She goes first to her garden, kneeling next to a small plant. Five or so buds blossomed maybe the day before; she wouldn’t know the plant’s English name, surely it isn’t edible. But it’s a very pretty flower, indeed; the petals are long and slender, of a dirty shade of white. She plucks a couple of flowers, then stands up and heads to the hill. She doesn’t say anything when placing the flowers under the cross; she stays there for maybe a minute before she heads down. She doesn’t know why but she can feel her wedding ring around her finger in a way she never did since it since she got adjusted to it.
End.