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"I didn't *ask* him to beat me up." Boone knows he sounds whiney, but he can't help it- at this point he felt that everyone on the island was out to get him. And after everything had been going so well with Shannon, too. Plus feeling angsty helps Boone to keep from blushing from the thought of Jack's question. "How should I know? Probably just because I was over here with Shannon and he wasn't." This was close enough to the truth; Boone just hoped that Jack would buy it.

If there was ever a time to wash her hair, this was it. Thankfully she was able to find her bag so she had shampo. Heather lathered up her hair trying to get that image out. As she was doing so, a thought came to her. What if their not really related? But how can that be? They've been saying that their brother and sister the whole time they were there.
Heather ducked her head into the water and stayed under as she rinsed her hair of the sope. She opened her eyes and looked around at the new sceanery. It appears spacy under the water. Like she was now in some other world. In many sences she was. But this one was calm. She can look as far as the eye can see, and there would be nothing to trouble her.
At first it came as a flash. But then it came in in full. Blood. Death. She brought herself back to the surface. She knew that what she saw was not really there. But it all looked real to her. It came like a mental assult. Heather rushed back to the beach and colapes on the ground. She was gasping for air as though she was having an asma attack. But she doesn't get those. Heather set to calming her nerves. Her body shook all over from the shock.
"Why? Why that?"
Mostly it has always been feelings. But now an acceral vision came. Now the question is, was that soon, or far into the future?

Lizzie stares at Boone, not quite beliving but decides not to say it since Sayid beat him up quite hard, looks around.
"I see. . . I'll just have a walk around the jungle. . ."
Turns around and heads for the caves entrance.

Sayid hear her approaching long before she broke through the foliage behind him, panting and leaning against a tree for support. He turned to face her, and took in her appearance, cheeks flushed, gulping for air, a slight weeze coming from within her lungs at every intake of breath.

"You shouldn't be running with your condition. Who knows how long we will be here, your medication could run out faster than you realize." He pulled a water bottle from his front pocket and handed it to her. "Drink this." She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off, his voice cold. "Drink. And listen."

"I-"

"Be quiet." His voice rose slightly. This was going to be hard enough to get out without interuption, without hearing her voice. "Shannon...you know nothing about me. Who I am, what I am capable of. You have no idea the things I have been trained, conditioned to do to women, men, children." His voice was even, unwavering as he continued. He could tell she wanted to interupt him. "A scream of pain, the sound of bones snapping, skin being burned from the flesh mean nothing to me, I could walk back into the caves and kill your brother without a second thought, and every time I see you two together I am that much more tempted." He brought his eyes up to meet hers, and the need to touch her, be close to her began over riding everything that had told him to walk away.

"I...." he paused, fighting himself for control, knowing logic would eventually over power his heart. "I can not feel for anyone anymore, not even my mother, and definitely not you. I am returning to the beach and I promise you after this day I will not return to the caves for any reason. I expect you will respect my decision and stay away from the beach."

Staring at her for only a split second, committing to memory every detail of her body, her face, he sighed. "Good bye Shannon."

((Heh, Shannon is SUCH a slut! xd ))

Boone walked through the jungle alone, not caring where he went and not thinking at all of the dangers that could be out there; he was far more concerned about what had just occured. He had been surprised that neither Jack nor Lizzie had tried to get more information out of him, and even more surprised that when he had caught sight of Claire before he left, she had looked as if she were concerned.

Boone paused when he felt that he was far enough away form the caves, and took a seat on a log. Then there was Sayid; Boone had no idea what to do about him. It wasn't that Boone disliked Sayid, quite the opposite, in fact. Boone admired his intelligence and his ability to help out with the problems that occured on the island- Boone wished he could be more like that. But the fact that Sayid obviously cared for Shannon hurt Boone more than he was willing to admit, even to himself. And the fact that Shannon was returning that affection was even more painful. Boone was pretty sure that his "sister" cared about him, but with all their ... history, he wasn't sure if it was enough.

Boone sighed. How had his life managed to get even more complicated when he was stranded on an island?

"If you'd like," Boone gives a half smile to Claire. He wasn't sure why she had come out here, but she seemed like a nice enough person, so he wasn't about to flip out at her. He reaches out a hand to help her down, figuring that her stomach made it difficult for her to move.

Boone notices Claire looking at his face, undoubtedly seeing the cuts and bruises forming. He looks down at the ground to try to hide his face, and to give him time to think of something to say.
"So... how's the baby coming?" Okay, so it wasn't the wittiest of questions, but it was all that he could come up with on the spur of the moment.