*smacks today's overactive Shoone muses*
*squee* Last one!
Title: Downfalls
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Timeline: Pre-Island
Prompt/Set: Trouble in Paradise: Reconcilliation
Written For: stagesoflove
Small droplets of rain slid down her face as he opened the door. Maybe they were tears, but he didn’t really know. You could never tell with Shan, at least not anymore.
"What are you doing here?"
"I left," she said softly.
"What do you mean you left, Shannon?"
"I left him. I’m moving out and getting a divorce."
They stood there in silence for a moment.
"Well, that’s nice, Shannon. Glad to see you got out of your insanely unhealthy little relationship. What do you want to do now, celebrate?"
"Depends on your definition of celebrating," she said with a grin.
"Don’t," he said firmly. "You can’t just keep coming around whenever you feel like it. You’re not my girlfriend, stop screwing around."
Her eyes fell to the floor. "I’m not his anymore, though. Look, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry, I guess. I’m sorry I dragged you into it."
Was this really happening? Was she really offering him an apology after everything she had said, everything she did?
"It’s okay," he said finally. "Are you… do you wanna talk about it?"
Typical, he thought. This was all so typical, the way forgiveness was so quickly given. She was Shannon, would always be his Shannon, at least in his head anyway. He could never do anything but let her do anything she wanted, no matter how much it hurt.
Maybe that was the downfall of being in love with someone, even if they would never love you back.
Title: Downfalls
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Timeline: Pre-Island
Prompt/Set: Trouble in Paradise: Reconcilliation
Written For: stagesoflove
Small droplets of rain slid down her face as he opened the door. Maybe they were tears, but he didn’t really know. You could never tell with Shan, at least not anymore.
"What are you doing here?"
"I left," she said softly.
"What do you mean you left, Shannon?"
"I left him. I’m moving out and getting a divorce."
They stood there in silence for a moment.
"Well, that’s nice, Shannon. Glad to see you got out of your insanely unhealthy little relationship. What do you want to do now, celebrate?"
"Depends on your definition of celebrating," she said with a grin.
"Don’t," he said firmly. "You can’t just keep coming around whenever you feel like it. You’re not my girlfriend, stop screwing around."
Her eyes fell to the floor. "I’m not his anymore, though. Look, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry, I guess. I’m sorry I dragged you into it."
Was this really happening? Was she really offering him an apology after everything she had said, everything she did?
"It’s okay," he said finally. "Are you… do you wanna talk about it?"
Typical, he thought. This was all so typical, the way forgiveness was so quickly given. She was Shannon, would always be his Shannon, at least in his head anyway. He could never do anything but let her do anything she wanted, no matter how much it hurt.
Maybe that was the downfall of being in love with someone, even if they would never love you back.