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11 July 2005 @ 04:25 pm
No Such Thing... (ATTN: Sayid, Claire, Charlie, Sun, anyone in the caves)  
Shannon hated the 'rape' caves. They always made her feel claustrophobic and trapped. All she could do was stare at the 'bed' Jack had made for Boone when he was trying to save him. It seemed fitting that she was next to Boone's deathbed at the end. Shannon didn't hold out much hope that they would be saved from the Island people by some miracle.

But there were no such things as miracles...especially here.

She stared listlessly, without seeing anything. She was forced out of her haze when Vincent whined and nudged her with his nose. "What?" she asked, annoyed, but rubbed his head automatically. This dog had her wrapped around its finger faster than she had most boys offering her the sun and the moon.

She glanced around finally really taking in the scene around her. Everyone was just sitting around, looking anxious and scared. They had heard an explosion earlier and everyone freaked out. Okay, yeah, explosion=bad, but what are you going to do about it from here? It would suck if it was one of the others, but at least it wasn't them.

Vincent rested his head on Shannon's lap, gazing up at her as she stroked his head and a small smile crept over her face.
James "Sawyer" Ford: Sayid_complex_guy_ on July 12th, 2005 07:05 pm (UTC)
Sayid sighed deeply, his heart heavy with sorrow as he gazed down at their joined hands...her pale skin was so stark against his darker complexion. Darkness and light...that's what she was, pure light.

A light *he* had tainted.

"I know you can never love me as a man...not after this." he replied quietly. After a moment, his gaze lifted to meet hers, dark eyes soft with concern and affection. "And I know that what I feel for you...I have strived to make it more, and I have failed. But that does not change the fact that I care. I am here, Shannon...not to win your love, nor to change what has already been done...I am simply here, by your side...and I always will be." He paused, his gaze growing sad. "If you will allow it."
_the_runaway__ on July 15th, 2005 11:19 pm (UTC)
God, why did he have to be nice? This would be so much easier if he just told her she was a selfish bitch or something.

Shannon looked at Sayid after a moment, her eyes searching his. He didn't fail, she did. "Thank you," she said simply, giving him a watery smile. This was what she needed right now. She needed a friend.
risinghigher__ on July 20th, 2005 09:52 pm (UTC)
What day was it? She didn't know. It seemed to her either a whole lot of time had passed, or very little. Either way, it was as if the world had turned its back on them.

The fact that they were dying confirmed just about everyone's suspicion that they were never going to get off this island. One by one they would all die. There would be no survivors.

She had tried her hardest not to let this kind of thinking set in, but when she heard those terrible gunshots, and the screaming... Well, whether they were dead yet or not, what did it matter? Eventually they were all going to die.

And so, instead of rushing to the shore, in hopes of being able to help the men on the raft, Sun ran toward the caves. All she wanted was to be alone. She didn't want to deal with anything, especially not his death. Jin leaving the island to get help, that she could deal with. But if he was dead....

In her blind deer-in-the-headlights dash for the cave, Sun didn't hear the voices. She stumbled once, twice, then fell at the mouth of the cave, scraping her knee. She blinked back tears. What was a scraped knee if Jin was dead? What if the boy had died?

She didn't want to know. She sat there, kneeling, her scraped knee bleeding and stinging, and cried into her chapped and weathered hands. This was what she got, for turning her back on Jin. Now he would die, and she would have to live with the guilt.

[[ Sorry it took me so long. I've been busy and honestly didn't know where to start here. ]]
James "Sawyer" Ford: Sayid_complex_guy_ on July 23rd, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC)
Sayid felt a small pang of relief as he reached up, brushing Shannon's hair from her eyes, the gesture one of gentle concern. After a moment, he pulled her into a warm, enveloping hug, simply holding her...comforting her as best he could.