Lost: "I'm Calling, I'm Falling" (Claire/Boone) CHAPTER 3
Title: I'm Calling, I'm Falling
Chapter: Three
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Boone/Claire, Boone Carlyle, Boone/Shannon, Shannon Rutherford, Sayid Jarrah, Jack Shepard
Rating: R
Narrative: Boone's POV, third person
Genre: Romance, Suspense
Length: 11 chapters
Warnings: Gore, smut, strong language
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or the characters
Author's Note: Part 3.
Summary: After the camp is violently attacked by the Others, Boone is left with a Claire in extreme agony and cannot find Shannon anywhere. Part 3.
CHAPTER THREE
“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” Boone screamed into the older man’s face. Sayid’s face crumpled and he gasped to keep from falling apart.
“She was taken. By them.” Sayid gasped between tears. Boone fell to the ground beside Sayid. His legs could no longer support him. His body could no longer support him. His face flowed with a whole new set of tears, and he shook violently.
“I was there. I saw them.” Sayid whispered, a pain etched in with his voice.
“Then why didn’t you stop them?” Boone screamed, despite being merely inches away from Sayid. Boone felt anger rise up inside him. Sayid was there…yet they still got her… As Boone looked at Sayid’s face, he could tell that Sayid was asking himself the exact same question.
“There was nothing I could do.” From Sayid’s tone, Boone knew that Sayid himself didn’t even know if this was entirely true. So what did happen? Boone realised he did not want to know the detail of Shannon’s capture.
Boone smashed his fist into the harsh sand repeatedly, until his knuckles began to bleed from the friction with the brittle sand. He let himself scream. Sayid was silent in front of him, sitting so still that he could easily be mistaken for an inanimate object. They took her. Why would they take Shannon? Why did they do this? Was she hurt? Boone knew nothing of how she was. Have they hurt her? God knows what they would do to her now that they had her. They were capable of horrific things, as this night proved. Boone shuddered as his mind played through many possibilities of the fate of his step-sister.
Boone hadn’t noticed that, amidst all the chaos, dawn had risen. Early morning light burned Boone’s skin as he continued to pound the ground with inner agony. As the light rose, Boone could now see the amount of people lying motionless on the ground. Many had limbs reaching at unnatural angles, some with their eyes tight shut and others wide open. Blood stained the sand below many of these people, and the majority were more red than any other colour. Quite a few people were walking around, attempting to help those who could not help themselves. Boone only now registered that the Others were now gone. Boone also noticed that some of the castaways were missing. Boone supposed that they had either escaped, or they had been taken - just like Shannon.
Boone looked up as he heard someone approaching him. Sayid did the same. It was Jack. Boone studied him, Jack seemed to be quite bruised, but only had a couple of small wounds, from what Boone could see. Jack knelt down next to Boone and Sayid.
“Are you two okay?” Sayid nodded lightly, but Boone merely stared at Jack. How could he ask such a stupid question?
“Boone?” Jack asked, but Boone did not speak. When Jack put a hand on his shoulder, Boone recoiled at the physical contact, and screamed again.
“Of course I’m not fucking okay!” Boone jumped to his feet and ran. Ran until he could run no more.