Title: Even In Death (Shannon of the South)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I don't own LOST, I'm not making money off this. DON'T SUE ME!
Summary: Death turns out different then Shannon thought it would... Afterall, she'd never been much of a believer in reincarnation. Yet here she was.
For: Katy and Karen who I love very much.
Pairings: Shnwyer with mentions of Skate, Jate, Shayid, Charlie/Claire, and Sun/Jin


Some say I'm crazy for my love,oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side,oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me

I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
And I can't love you anymore than I do
(people die,but real love is forever)
-Even in Death by Eveanscence

Shannon was the first to go. She was walking in the woods, on her way to the caves to get some water. She didn't really remember what happened. One minutes she was standing there, looking at someone she knew to be Walt, the next she was running from the monster. She never had a chance.

They found her at the bottom of a cliff, bloody and broken. It was a harsh way to lose her, for everyone. She was buried next to Boone.

Sawyer followed moments after, not that anyone knew that it was that close. The combination of a bullet to the shoulder and the strees he'd been through had gotten the better of him. He never had a chance.

They'd all tried to help him but of course it had failed. None of them were doctores. And Jack might not have even been able to save him. They only had a little bit of time to dig his grave. They didn't have time to say anything. Later, they would all go back as a group and say goodbye.

Kate's death was sudden. Caused by the Others, or so anyone could make out. She'd been finding fruit and they had all heard the screaming. She never had a chance.

They found her bleeding from the head and her neck was broken. Jack cried and held her close. What hurt most for him was that there was nothing he could do. He couldn't save her. Couldn't save anyone.

So it was almost a blessing for him when he died. This time it was a polar bear. It was ironic, he knew even as he was getting killed, that he should die from something like a bit teddy bear. It was sad, but it was real. He never had a chance.

They found him in bits.

Death was ringing on the island that week. Four members of their little island family lost. Jack's death hit the hardest, of course. Without a doctor it was only a matter of time before the rest of them died. Locke was next, then Claire, followed by Charlie's sucide. They fell fast and they fell hard.

But Death, it seems, had it's own plains for them.

"Miss Shannon, you still a-sleepin'?" The words seemed far off. Shannon's dark eyes began to open. She was warm and happy. She felt covers, warm and thick, all around her. But that wasn't right. No one had blankets like this on the island.

"Lands, chil'," the voice went on, and Shannon could hear someone busing themselfs al around her room.. Room? Yes, she knew she was in a bed and she could see a window with light streeming in. But how had she gotten here? "After all yer mama tought you, you still sleep all day like some white trash. Sames me to death, it do."

Shannon sat up, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders... Long! When had it grown out? She looked at the maid, and loked around the room. This was something very different indeed. it loked like something out of a western.

Her eyes fell on a few dresses, big and flowing layed out on chairs. "What is all this?" She asked, and surpised herself at the accent she suddenly had. "Where am I?"

"Miss Shannon, you feelin' aright?" The maid asked, movin' over to her. "You want I should call the misses?"

"Where am I?" Shannon demanded.

"In yer house," the maid really looked worried.

"No you stupid cow!" Shannon hissed. "WHERE am I? What the hell is going on!"

"Calm erself, Miss. Yer safe and sound in Tennesse. And you are on yer about t' go t' yer cusins weddin'. Chil, you sure yer ok?"

Shannon was not ok. Her eyes were wide and her face was pale. She was in the old south... sitting in a bed room in the old south. She had to be. There was no other thing she could colcude. And as she did, she fainted.