Title: Stuck
Rating: PG
Summary: She stomps around in a circle, staring at the dark, rainy jungle and wondering what the hell is going on. She catches sight of the blood on her shirt, the shirt she had been wearing on her date with Sayid. The shirt she had been wearing that day that Boone died and for three days after.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For hiatus_stories, prompt #123: Boone and Shannon, as ghosts on the island.



“What the hell!” Shannon is standing by a tree as rain falls all around her but never hits her. She stomps around in a circle, staring at the dark, rainy jungle and wondering what the hell is going on. She catches sight of the blood on her shirt, the shirt she had been wearing on her date with Sayid. The shirt she had been wearing that day that Boone died and for three days after.

“Oh, that’s just great,” she complains. “That’ll never come out.”

With a huff and a sigh she lifts her head. Her jaw drops at the sight in front of her. Sayid is holding her body in his arms while a rather shell shocked woman points a gun at him. It doesn’t take much after that for her to put two and two together, and she slumps and sighs and says, “Well…shit.”

Sayid looks angry, angrier than she’s ever seen him (and, come to think of it, she’s never seen him lose his cool over anything, so she’s slightly gratified by the fact that when he does, it’s because of her) and when he lunges at the woman, Shannon screams his name.

“Sayid! Sayid, stop, are you trying to get yourself killed?!” She is vaguely aware that Jin and Michael were shouting Sayid’s name too, and that Sawyer probably would be too where he not laying unconscious on the ground. Shannon wonders if she shot him too, because that oozing mess on his shoulder looks suspiciously like the oozing mess on her stomach.

“Sayid!” She yells at him again but he isn’t listening.

“He can’t hear you.”

She whips around more quickly that seems possible and sees Boone leaning against a tree, smirking like the know-it-all smart ass he thinks he is.

“Oh shut up,” she snaps, turning and resuming trying to get Sayid’s attention before the largest man that Shannon has ever seen knocks him unconscious. “Sayid!”

“You can scream until you’re hoarse, Princess, but it’s never going to do any good,” Boone repeats himself.

Shannon turns, slowly, regarding everything around her as if it had somehow become unfamiliar in the past few minutes. “Where are we?”

He shrugs. “Same place we’ve always been. Just a different part of it. I think.”

“Well what the hell’s going on?” She demands. “Why can’t they hear us.”

He gives her a sideways smile and shakes his head. “We’re dead Shan.”

“I’m what?!”

“You didn’t think you were going to survive that, did you?” He gestures to her stomach and she covers is self-consciously. She’s slightly amazed by the fact that it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel like anything at all, really.

“So, what, we’re stuck here?” she asks, indignantly.

“Unless someone does a whole bunch of drugs or something, yeah, pretty much.”

Shannon frowns. “Then what?”

“Then what what?” Boone asks.

“What if someone does a whole bunch of drugs, then what?”

“Then they can see us. I think. It’s a theory, at least. I haven’t been able to test it yet.” He shrugs and walks back and forth, like this is nothing, like he’s so used to it that it’s not a bug huge deal. Which it probably isn’t for him, by now, but that doesn’t men it annoys Shannon any less.

“So…this is it? No pearly gates, no choirs of freaking angels, just…this?”

“Hell if I know Shannon.”

“Well, you’ve been her longer!”

“Doesn’t mean I know more than you know.”

“Well, duh.”

“Nice Shan. Real nice.”

“What do you want from me? I just died. Aren’t I allowed to be pissed off?”

“Sure, just direct it where it belongs!”

“I would, but she can’t hear me!” Shannon shouts into thin air, at a woman who can’t hear her, but she doesn’t really care.

“I don’t think she meant to,” Boone says.

“Who cares? What kinda moron fires blindly into the jungle.”

“A scared moron.”

“Oh yeah, I’m so terrifying.”

“Not of you dumbass!”

“Double dumbass!”

“Double dumbass? What are you, twelve?”

“Well, at this point, it’s looking like I’m never going to be twenty two.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Shannon sighs and shrugs and kicks at the dirt. “You were right. Death does suck.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

After a while Shannon crosses her arms over her chest and says, “You left me.”

Boone sighs back. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t do it again?”

“Not really an issue anymore. You’re stuck with me Princess.”

“Goody,” Shannon says listlessly, but she can’t manage not to smile as well.