Title: Job of Protecting

Author: turquoisetumult/CriesofCapricorn/PsychoCynic = me
Rating: PG
Word Count: 398
Characters/Pairings: Boone, Shannon (implied Boone/Shannon)
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or its characters.
Warning: This is unbeta-ed. But it should be a-okay to read considering English is my first language and all... Nevertheless, even though I reread it, if someone notices a mistake (typo or other), let me know and I'll fix it.

Summary: Boone's thoughts as he and Shannon run from the monster in "Hearts and Minds." Written in 2nd POV.

The first thing he heard was your screams. Far-off in the distance, he heard shattering cries and he didn't even need to consider they were coming from someone other than you. From someone other than his Shannon: the girl who means everything to him and the girl to whom he meant nothing.

Through excruciating pain and agonizing struggles, he liberated himself from the ropes surrounding his body. Through grinded teeth, he managed to wiggle his way through the restraints. For you. All for you.

He couldn't physically see you, but he didn't need to. If he was blind, deaf, and dumb, he would still find his way to your side. To catch you before you ever even touched the ground. Finally, as he reached you, he released you from your own ropes of bondage, and together you ran. Ran until your legs turned limp from exhaustion. And, even then, he took you into a secluded area, held you in the safety of his strong arms, and hovered over you until you were completely under his protection.

With one arm around your shoulders, the only thing he could feel was the tremble of your body and the pounding of your heart from fear. And more than anything he wanted to ease your fears. He'd dispel every last damn polar bear there was on the island, if he could only keep you safe. The thoughts racing through his head meant to tell you he would die for you if he had to. Stay calm, Shan. Breathe, don't worry …don't have to worry … I'm here to fix everything. Your big bro's here – my job to look after you. And until the day I die, I will look after you. Until the end of the world, I will keep you safe from harm. The words reiterate, causing him pull you closer to him.

And then the words in his head stop as you are snatched away from him, up into the sky. Your name is all he can shout, each time more vociferous than the time before. As if he screams it loud enough, you will magically return to him.

But you don't, at least not at the time. You only appear to him as shredded skin, spewed blood, and golden hair now washed up by the shore.

Through his tears, he feels relief.

And he's never hated any feeling more.