AN: Thank you so much for reviewing guys! I know I always start out like this, but I really mean it. You're reviews were so kind, and I really put a lot into this chapter, and the last, and I truly appreciated all the nice things you guys had to say. I could say thank you all day, but I will spare you:) Now I don't want to end this story…having some second thoughts here, but we'll see, I already have an ending planned, but if I get to the ending, and I'm not ready to let "Lost Hearts" go yet…I'll see what I can do…because there is still potential for a lot of story. But no promises yet. Warning, someone does die in this chapter…which will have some major effects on one of the characters. Also,

I do not own "Lost" or the songs "Everything" by Lifehouse, and "World on Fire" by Sarah McLachlan.


Chapter 24- Lost Hearts in Manhattan, Part 2

"It's getting late, I should go." Kate said.

Jack smiled, "Leaving so early?"

"Early? It's dark outside. I have to take the subway back and…" Kate held up her hand when she sensed that Jack was about to object to her taking the subway alone. "I'm a big girl you know, I can take care of myself." She grabbed her coat and then walked towards the door. "Besides, I've been here so many times, that I've forgotten what my apartment looks like."

Jack grinned. "Well, I was about to make dinner."

"Make dinner? I don't think I've ever seen you make dinner."

"I'm a doctor, I should know better than eating out all the time, but I'm usually busy or…"

"With me,"

Jack smiled to himself. He couldn't stop smiling whenever he was around Kate. She was right, because if he wasn't working then he was with her.

"What are you cooking?"

"Uh huh, so I could persuade you to stay with a little magic in the kitchen," Jack glanced towards the stove. Honestly, he wasn't the best cook, but for Kate he would try and whip up something. "Spaghetti,"

"Oh," Kate replied dismissively. "I could have that any day of the week. There is this really nice Italian restaurant not to far from my apartment, and the spaghetti is to die for."

Jack sighed, "That doesn't mean their spaghetti has anything on mine."

Kate laughed and then placed her coat back down on the arm of a chair beside her. "What, do you have some special ingredient or something?"

"My special ingredient is love," Jack teased. He raised an eyebrow when he realized what he had just said. Love? He cleared his throat and then shook his head. "I don't know where that came from."

Kate tilted her head to the side. "I can cook a little bit too."

"Can you?"

Kate nodded confidently, "Do you want to know what my favorite meal to prepare is."

Jack sat up on the stool he was sitting in, and rested his arms against the island bar. "What is it?"

"Well, my favorite meal of all to prepare is Chicken Parmigiani,"

Jack beamed back at Kate. She looked beautiful as usual, but today she had this glow about her. Her curly hair was swept up into a messy bun, and she had on these sexy gold earrings which were hanging from her ears. She was really growing on him. "That sounds extra fancy,"

Kate placed her hands on her hips and then leaned forward, "I can show you how to prepare it if you want?"

Jack stood up, and walked over to the sink. "Hopefully I have the ingredients here,"

"I don't think so," Kate glanced towards the door. It was getting late, and she should get back to Brooklyn. But she liked spending time with Jack, she hadn't known him long enough to be attracted to him, but here she was…very interested in Jack Shepard.

"Why not?" Jack asked.

"Unless you have a box of Stoffers frozen dinner with the words Chicken Parmigiani on it, then you don't have the ingredients," Kate giggled as she looked back at Jack's expression of confusion. "It's store bought!"

Jack got it and started to laugh as well.

"I don't cook, I am definitely not gifted in the kitchen. I think the last meal that I made was macaroni and cheese, and I burned the noodles!"

Jack smirked, "You can't even make macaroni, now that's sad."

Kate hit him jokingly on the shoulder. "And you can?"

"I'm pretty sure I can boil noodles, and then mix in some cheese and milk." Jack looked away from Kate as thoughts of kissing her started to play around in his head. "So when can I see your place?"

Kate crossed her arms, "See my place?"

"In a friendly way of course, I don't mean stay over, even though…" Jack paused. "It looks like it is going to rain,"

"Even though what?" Kate asked.

Jack shrugged, "You've stayed over here many times. That's all."

"My place is small, and it's not really that clean."

"You're place isn't clean?"

Kate shook her head, "Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I clean all the time."

"I know,"

Kate glanced at Jack from the corner of her eye as she started to rummage through his fridge. "Besides whenever I stay over here it's because you beg me."

"I don't beg you." Jack said with a shake of the head.

"Oh really?"

"Manhattan can be dangerous for a woman at night time, it's a big city." Jack replied as he eased a bottle of wine out of Kate's hand. "I thought we were having dinner, not wine."

"I'm just surprised you have wine, I've never really seen you drink."

"I don't," Jack said.

"Oh," Kate took the wine back and then put it back in the fridge, "We can have that when there is something to celebrate."

Jack leaned against the counter, "Like what,"

Kate closed the fridge, "Chinese?"

"Chinese," Jack agreed. He stepped back as Kate walked around him. "The menu is in the draw,"

"I'll pay,"

"No," Jack said.

"What do you mean No? You're not allowed to say No, because you always pay."

"I'm old fashioned what can I say." Jack prompted as he sat back down. And also he wasn't even sure if Kate got her old job back, he definitely wasn't going to allow her to pay for them both. "So are you ready for Hawaii?"

"He really loves her," Kate said. She smiled to herself as she thought about Charlie and Claire. "I like them, and I want them to be happy." She blushed when she realized that Jack was watching her adoration. "I meant…" Kate laughed. "Okay, I'm a closet sucker for romance, but I usually don't admit it out loud."

"Me either," Jack said.

Kate and Jack held each other's gaze for a little longer until Kate looked away.

"I'm going to go check and see if Shannon and Boone want to join us for dinner, is that okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Kate asked as she leaned against the wall.

Jack opened his mouth.

"I'm with you alone all the time, I don't mind,"

Jack smiled, "Right,"

Kate hung up the phone, "Okay, I'll wait then, so we can order together if they want to join us." Kate bit on her fingernail thoughtfully as she watched Jack walk away.

"Kate,"

She quickly looked away and instead tried to focus on the Manhattan phone book in front of her. Kate flipped through the thin sheets of yellow paper and tried to ignore Jack's eyes which were trained on her. "Yep?"

"Um…those are uh…" Jack scratched his head.

Kate looked up. She shook a stray strand of hair away from her dazzling green eyes, and her hanging earrings dangled gracefully from her ears as she moved her head. "Yes?"

"Those earrings are nice on you,"

Kate blushed, "Thank you,"

Jack nodded, "Yeah, so I'm going to check on Boone and Shannon and see if they want to join us for dinner."


"It still seems like yesterday when I was a pregnant waitress working in Queens," Claire smiled to herself fondly. "It wasn't funny then, but it's hilarious now." She reached for Charlie's hand and then stroked his skin tenderly, "Okay, it's not hilarious, but I hated that job! It's so hard to be all sunny and polite, when the guys hit on you 24/7, and the manager is a jerk. But I guess something came out of Joe's one stop all you can eat buffet."

Charlie smiled. His life was pretty dark when he had first met Claire. In a matter of fact if it wasn't for her then he was almost positive that he would be dead. Charlie looked down as he thought about how bad his addiction used to be. He clenched his jaw as he flashed back to the first time Claire had spoken to him. He had been so high, because he had just gotten a fix bathroom.

"Charlie?"

"Oh um…that's great love, great."

Claire let go of Charlie's hand and then ran her hands through his blonde hair. She brushed his bangs away from his forehead and rested her hand against his cheek. "You look bothered, did I say something wrong?"

Charlie shook the troubled thoughts of his head, and reached for Claire's hand. "I just…I was thinking about when we first met, I was a sodding idiot."

"No you weren't." Claire said in surprise.

Charlie sighed as he stared into her angelic blue eyes. He couldn't tell her that he used to be a junkie before he fell in love with her. Charlie closed his eyes as he felt the pressure to confess. His heart rate increased because what if he came clean to Claire, and then she left. He honestly loved her, and if she left his life wouldn't be the same. "I want you to be happy Claire,"

"I am happy Charlie," Claire whispered. Her eyebrows furrowed low over her eyes which were starting to glisten with tears.

"Hey, Hey, don't cry." Charlie quickly wiped away Claire's tears. "I hate to see you cry, especially when I'm trying so hard to make you happy, that's all I want."

"Do you feel like you have to marry me?"

Charlie's mouth dropped open in horror. "No! Have to marry you? If marrying you is a punishment, then I would've begged to be punished years ago. No I want to marry you," Charlie had spoken so quickly that he was now out of breath. He took Claire's hands back in his own. "I want to marry you…I love you Claire,"

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you

"So then what's wrong, you look sad." Claire bit her lip as she leaned closer to him.

"I don't want to ruin anything, I've changed. You made me change, and I'm never going back, that's the end of it."

"The end of what?"

"Claire," Charlie begged.

Claire bit her lip. "I don't think there is anything you could tell me that could change my mind about you. When I was pregnant, and struggling to survive on my own, you came into my life. Charlie you put a roof over me and my child's head, and you barely knew me. I thought you were incredible then and I still do."

You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

"I've changed, I'm not the same person I used to be." Charlie admitted. He took in a deep breath as he looked back at Claire. She was looking back at him in genuine concern. He bit his lip as he felt his emotions start to cloud over at the thought of Claire leaving him. "I don't want you to leave,"

"I'm not going anywhere,"

Charlie hesitated for a couple seconds. "I was in Queens because I was…" He looked down in embarrassment, but Claire rested her hand underneath his chin and brought his face upwards. "I was an addict, I was looking for a fix. I was a junkie, a sodding loser, not even worth your time back then."

Claire removed her hand from underneath Charlie's chin and then placed it in her lap.

Charlie watched Claire's movements. Why did he tell her? He was an idiot. He was clean now. He had cleaned up for her. And now that they were going to get married in less than a week, he had to confess and now she wanted nothing else to do with him. The thought of Claire leaving was enough to drag him back to his drug of choice, but then again if Claire left…the thought that one day she might come back was enough to keep him clean.

"I still love you," Claire said with a nod.

Charlie looked back at his soon to be wife stunned.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything

"You cleaned up for me and Aaron," Claire whispered. Tears of joy were streaming from her eyes, and she was quickly trying to wipe them away but she was failing miserably.

She still loved him, even though he had just confessed that he was a junkie. God, she was unbelievable. More than he could ever ask for. She was so perfect, that he felt as if he didn't deserve her. "I was a wreck, Liam had deserted me. He cleaned himself up and went back to his family, and I was all alone. Driveshaft was in bloody shambles, and I didn't care about life then."

Claire reached for Charlie's hand and then kissed it as she watched the tears fall from his eyes.

"I would've died I know it." He blinked away the tears, "I was so pathetic, and so hooked before you came along that nothing really mattered. I even thought that death would be easier…I waited for the day when I wouldn't wake up, because I was too much of a yellow belly to commit suicide, but I wanted it to be over."

"And you met me."

"And I met you," Charlie repeated. "You changed everything, I saw you and you looked so sad, even though you always smiled. And that smile of yours was so beautiful."

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in, Take me deeper now

"I didn't think you were pathetic back then, you were the only person that even bothered talking to me. And you came in alot, you were a regular customer Charlie,"

Charlie smiled, "That's because I needed you're smile to brighten up my day."


Jack knocked on the door. He waited for a minute and when no one came to answer he decided that neither Shannon nor Boone were there. Jack turned around. He heard the sound of something like glass shattering to the floor.

"What was that?" Kate asked in surprise as she joined Jack outside.

"I don't know, I thought they weren't there,"

"Knock on the door again, just to make sure that they're okay." Kate prompted.

Jack knocked on the door again. There was still no answer. A feeling as if something was deeply wrong crept into the back of his mind. Jack turned the doorknob and was surprised to find that the door was open. He stepped inside. "Shannon, Boone?"

Jack peered around the spacious loft. Everything looked normal, but he heard a vase or something crash to the floor earlier. Someone was here, so why wasn't anyone answering? "Shannon…"

"Jack!" Kate exclaimed.

"What Kate!" Jack asked in alarm.

Kate quickly got behind him and then pointed to the top of the stairs. There Shannon stood, her face was a sickening shade of purple and she was holding onto her neck. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was obviously trying to beg Jack and Kate to help her, but she couldn't speak.

"Kate, call 911 now!" Jack exclaimed.

"What's wrong with her?" Kate asked frightened. She was frozen in fear, her mind was screaming at her to run, but she couldn't. Shannon was going to die. She was going to die right in front of them. Kate didn't handle death well.

"Kate!"

"Right, 911," Kate replied unsteadily. She ran back into Jack's apartment.

Jack quickly took the steps two at a time, "Shannon, don't try and speak, just try and relax. I know what I'm asking sounds impossible, but you need to relax, help will be here soon…"

"Ja…" Shannon clawed at her throat.

"Shannon, you need to relax. Until they get here you need to sit down." Jack reached outwards for Shannon's hand. He tried not to make any sudden movements that would alarm her.

Shannon stepped forward. Her foot slipped on the top step, and she fell forwards.

Jack lunged forward and caught her with ease in his arms. Shannon was grabbing onto his shirt, and squirming around like a fish out of water. "You're going to be okay, I promise."

"Boone," Shannon cried.

Jack gently sat Shannon down in a chair. She slumped back helplessly against the couch, but Jack sat her up. "Shannon stay with me,"

"Tell him I…" Shannon started to wheeze. She tilted her head back as her lungs started to constrict, and the burning sensation in her throat intensified. She didn't want to die.

Shannon's breathing pattern started to grow more ragged, and violent.

Jack placed his hands on Shannon's shoulders as he tried to keep her sitting up. "You have mucus building up in your lungs, I need you to cough," Jack quickly grabbed a bunch of Klennex tissues that was sitting next to the chair. "Let it out Shannon I…"

"I ca…"

She started to shake.

"Shannon!"

She was shaking uncontrollably, and Jack was trying to hold her back, but it was a struggle to keep her sitting up without adding any extra pressure.

Shannon squeezed her eyes shut, as she opened her mouth to scream. Every attempt to scream that she made was silent. Her screams were choked in her throat that was quickly filling with mucus, but Jack could hear them. He could hear her screaming, and pleading for someone to save her.

"Shannon stay with me!"

Kate ran back into the room. Her mouth dropped open. "Jack, what's wrong with her!"

Jack ignored Kate. "Did you call 911!"

"I did, they said they're on their way."

"We can't wait for them! It's been too long!" Jack picked up Shannon in his arms. She was now going into violent seizures.

"Jack!" Kate cried.

"We can't wait for them!"

Kate closed the door behind her and watched as Jack ran towards the elevator. "Jack!"

Shannon continued to squirm in his arms.

Kate watched in horror as she watched Shannon flail around in Jack's arms. Her arms swung at the air that she was desperately trying to take in, and her long legs kicked out as she tried to hold onto her will to survive. Tears streamed down Kate's face as she watched the scene. Shannon was going to die, and neither Jack nor the paramedics could save her in time. Kate shook her head as she saw Shannon's body grow limp.

"Stay with me Shannon!" Jack yelled.

"Jack," Kate cried as she forced herself to run after him. "Why are you moving her? It's only making it…"

"If I don't get her to the hospital, she's going to die! The hospital is right next to this building, but the paramedics still aren't here! I can't wait, I can't."

Kate bit her lip as she looked down at Shannon's still body. She was so young…where was her brother? He wasn't even there. Shannon was going to die alone. It was almost too much for Kate to take.


Boone felt himself starting to sober up now. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked back towards his car. He was ashamed in himself for allowing tonight to drive him back to drinking, but at least he hadn't gotten in the car and decided to drive. Boone racked his hands through his shaggy brown hair and then looked up at the sky in wonder. If he decided to drive tonight, then he was almost positive that he would've killed himself or even worse someone else. Boone squeezed his eyes shut. It was time that he decided to piece his life together, before it was too late. He would always love Shannon, but it was time for him to let her go. And as for Isabella, she was already out of his life and he never wanted to see her again.

The sound of simultaneous car horns going off interrupted Boone's train of thought, so he turned his head to the side in curiousity. He stopped in his tracks and watched in terror as a car shot through the light into emerging traffic. Boone's clear blue eyes shifted towards a Mac truck headed straight towards the car. The world seemed to stop. His mouth dropped open, and he held out his hands as if that would cause the truck to stop.

"Oh my god!" Someone screamed.

"Stop!" Boone yelled in fear. He braced himself for the sound of metal crashing against metal, and whatever was to come afterwards. His feet were planted to the sidewalk and his face was frozen. Someone was going to die.

The Mac truck skidded on its breaks. But it wasn't enough.

Boone felt his legs start to shake as he watched the scene play out in front of him. He had never seen anything like this. His hands covered his mouth as he watched the large truck slam into the compact car.

"No!" A child screamed.

Boone fell back against the wall as he watched the car skid against the pavement. It was spinning uncontrollably like a race car that had been pulled off of the tracks. He struggled to breathe as he watched the car flip over. It flipped over so easily and then the glass shattered in the windshield.


Isabella was jerked to the right with a violent force. She screamed in agony as her seatbelt tightened around her body and her hand was slammed up against the glass. Tears soaked her face as the car started to spin. Round and round, the tires were working hard. The smell of burning rubber filled her nostrils and the taste of blood in her mouth made her feel sick. A scream escaped her throat as the left wheel blew. The car sunk down unevenly, and everything was still moving so fast.

She cried, she screamed, and she even prayed, but it wasn't enough.

"Help me!" She screamed. The car was now in the air. Her hands flailed around as she tried to grip onto the ceiling, anything to get her out, but her attempts were futile. The impact of the pavement jolted her forwards. Her hands slammed up against the glass. And the seatbelt tightened around her neck, as it held her back from falling through the windshield.

She cried helplessly. Hot salty tears that dribbled down her cheeks. Screams flooded from her lungs, but she felt as if there was no one there, no one to answer her screams. The smell of gasoline filled the night.

Isabella struggled to reach the door handle, but she couldn't. "Help me! Please…" She started to break down, sobbing uncontrollably, begging for someone to help her out, but no one was coming fast enough. Her hair hung in her face preventing her from seeing, and she was stuck in the seatbelt. Frantically she fumbled around trying to get out.

"Please," She stomped her legs against the floor as she started to struggle. She wrestled with the seatbelt but it wouldn't let her go. Isabella threw her head back and let out a blood curdling scream.

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I'll try to hold it in, yeah I'll try to hold it in


Boone had somehow managed to force himself up. He was running now towards the accident. Every one was just watching, some people were using their cell phones trying to call someone to help, but he couldn't just wait around. Boone's eyes widened in fear when he noticed that gasoline was leaking from the car.

Fear overwhelmed him, but he wasn't going to stop. Someone was in that car, and he wasn't going to sit back and just watch them die. As he started to get closer, Boone focused on the driver that was trapped inside the car.

She slowly turned to him, and her screams invaded his ears.

No.

Isabella looked back at him. Tears streamed down her face, her hands were wrapped around the seatbelt as she was trying to pull it off, and the air bag was pressed against her chest. She stopped struggling when she saw him.

Boone's eyebrows dropped over his eyes and tears started to sting his eyes when Isabella looked back at him. She stopped struggling, and just started to cry. No matter what she did, he wasn't going to let her die, not like this!

As the world moved so slowly around him, Boone tore his eyes away from Isabella and through his blurry vision he noticed the gasoline that was pouring out like water, and then at the sparks flying from the engine. "No!"

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I'll tap into the water
Try and bring my share


Jack left the engine running as he hopped out of his car. Kate was in the back seat looking after Shannon. He didn't even have to ask if Shannon had responded to Kate, because he had watched her in the rearview mirror, the whole three minutes it took to get to the hospital. Jack picked Shannon up in his arms and held her close to him as he ran inside. "I need some help! She had a severe asthma attack, and she went into seizures…"

Kate watched as a couple of nurses and doctors that were passing by ran to aid Jack. He was a doctor so he already started to direct everyone around as if he was going to be the one that was saving Shannon's life. Kate wrapped her arms around her body as she watched some of the doctors run towards him with a gurney.

"She doesn't have a pulse," A Nurse said looking at Jack with worry.

"We need to get her up to ER, She needs oxygen for the hypoxia, and systemic steroids, oral or intravenous…"

"She's not responding, she has no vitals…"

"She's not dead!" Jack started to push the gurney himself. The nurses and the doctors looked after him, but a couple followed after him anyways.

Kate looked down sadly. Jack didn't even know Shannon but he was so intent on saving her life. She placed her hand over her mouth as she sunk down into a chair. Poor Boone, he didn't even know that his sister was dying.

I try to bring more
More than I can handle
Bring it to the table
Bring what I am able


The sparks jolted from the engine. Like snowflakes they fell, scattering on the asphalt, and then into the gasoline. Fire caught.

Boone stopped as realization washed over him.

People screamed, car doors were thrust open, and parents grabbed their children as they started to run for their lives. They ran as far away from Isabella's over turned car as possible.

She was still struggling, but she couldn't run, because she was trapped.

I watch the heavens but I find no calling
Something I can do to change what's coming
Stay close to me while the sky is falling
Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone

No he couldn't let her die. Boone swallowed down his fears and he started to run again.

Isabella looked at him once more. She stopped struggling and then held her hand out towards him telling him to stop. But he couldn't. He couldn't let her die. People were screaming at him to stop, but he still cared about Isabella even if she had betrayed him. She was too young to die, and no one deserved to die like this. Not like this.

Their eyes connected one last time. He saw fear, and then acceptance in her eyes. She seemed to be accepted death, but he wasn't. Boone was running again, running towards the car, trying to save her, save her from….

An explosion ripped through the night. Something so catastrophic, filled with angry clouds of orange smoke, and the sound of roaring fire. Crackling, and licking at the night air, devouring everything in its path.

The explosion rattled the earth, and it was so powerful that it sent Boone flying backwards right off of his feet. He grabbed at the air as he flew backwards like a rag doll being tossed around.

Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us


The oxygen mask was on Shannon. But she still wasn't responding. Jack checked her vitals once more. The chief of surgery came in the room to talk to Jack, after some other doctors had run to the chief with their concerns. The chief was trying to tell Jack to turn off the machine. But he wouldn't. Because Shannon was his neighbor, he didn't want her to die, and he was going to do everything in his power to save her. Or else he would feel guilty for getting to her too late. She was so cold, and she looked peaceful. Jack shook his head as he looked away from Shannon. If she wasn't breathing at all, then he couldn't give her any medicine for the asthma.

"Jack, she's gone."

Jack looked down. He was a doctor, but he never got used to those words. He never got used to death. Jack looked down at Shannon once more. He wiped his hands over his eyes as he reached for the plug on the ventilator. He didn't expect to care this much, but he just thought there was something he could do. "We need to call her brother,"

"We will, how about you step outside so they…" The chief pointed around to the nurses that had gathered in the room to watch what probably looked like a show to them. "Let them take care of this, you did all you could for her and…"

"She's breathing…" A nurse said quickly taking her stethoscope from around her neck, and placing the tiny white buds in her ears.

"What?" Jack turned around breathlessly.

Sure enough Shannon's stomach was rising up and down, with slow and steady motions.

Shannon was alive.


"Thank you for tonight Charlie, I enjoyed myself,"

"You did,"

Claire smiled as she kissed Charlie on the cheek. "I'm glad you told me the truth, honesty is very important to me, and I love you so much for that."

Charlie glanced at the open door to Shannon and Boone's loft.

Claire looked at Boone's roommate Seth in surprise, because he was holding Aaron. She looked around for Shannon or Boone, but neither of them was in sight. Did Shannon really leave Aaron with Seth? Claire was surprised that Shannon would do such a thing. How could she, after Claire trusted her to watch her son?


Shannon opened her eyes. She felt so weak. Jack had saved her life.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, when she noticed that both Jack and Kate were sitting beside her. They didn't even know her, but they were there. Her lips began to tremble as she cried. Jack got up, and held her in his arms, and Kate squeezed her hand.

Shannon cried harder. Why did these people care so much? They didn't even know her. She was alive. She was breathing, and Boone…he wasn't there. Shannon looked back at Jack through blurry eyes.

"Aaron…"

"You're going to be okay," Jack said with a reassuring smile, "You were so brave Shannon…"

"Aaron…I was watching Claire's baby. He's by himself." Shannon took in a mouthful of air as she felt herself starting to get worked up.

Jack placed his hands on Shannon's shoulders, "It's okay…just relax because if you don't then that can trigger another attack. Boone will be here soon, and I'll go check on Aaron okay. I'm sure he's fine."

Shannon nodded as her chin trembled. "That's the only thing anyone's ever asked me to do. Claire has been so nice to me, and I don't want to let her down."

"Kate, can you stay here with Shannon?" Jack asked.

Kate nodded, "Of course," She glanced at Shannon and then placed her hand on top of hers. "I'll be right back okay,"

Shannon stared straight ahead as she gave Kate a weak nod.

Kate quickly followed Jack outside. "You saved her life Jack,"

Jack looked down. "It wasn't me, Shannon should've died tonight, but something happened…I don't know why she's living but it wasn't me."

"You think it was a miracle is that what you're saying?"

Jack started to walk towards the exit because he had to make sure Aaron was okay.

Kate reached for his hand, "I don't care what you say. You saved her life Jack. And I'm just amazed at the determination that you showed tonight, any normal person would give up but you didn't…" When Kate realized that she was holding him up, she let go of his hand.


Boone opened his eyes. Firefighters were desperately trying to put out the flames that had devoured Isabella's car. He felt empty, and incapable of emotion. He couldn't cry, he couldn't speak…he just couldn't feel. His eyes remained trained on the car. Was her body still inside, had they at least gotten her out? She was dead…gone, burned. She had been burned alive. His body ached with pain. Because he was sad, distraught, and so lost right now, but he felt as if he was outside of his body.

People were around him, flashing light into his eyes, and checking his pupils. They were talking to him, probably trying to get him to respond. But Boone couldn't talk. What was he supposed to say after watching Isabella die…in an explosion. She died so violently, and she didn't deserve it. He wanted to breakdown, let it all go, but it was too much. So he remained silent, and watched as the fire continued to burn. His heart beat weakly when he looked into the car and saw that something was still inside…she was still inside the car…and there was no doubt in his mind that she was dead.

"Can you tell us your name?" An officer asked.

Boone remained silent.

We part the veil on Archille's Sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one that means less for some