Lost - Protection (1/1) - Boone/Shannon
Title: Protection
Author:
_fullofgrace
Rating: PG-PG13 (language)
Timeline: pre-series; season 1
Word Count: 391
Summary: Boone has always protected her.
He had always protected her.
When they were in middle school and she smarted off to the kids who were much larger than her.
When they were in high school and the drunk football players tried to get her into the backseat of their cars.
When they were adults and she found herself in a relationship with yet another jerk who treated her like shit.
He had always protected her.
But he should have protected himself from her.
She had lied to him. She had played him. She had stolen from him, and then she had fucked him.
And after all they had been through--all the deceit, all the games--he still felt the need to protect her from everyone and everything.
Because I'm her brother.
The mantra he repeated every time he found himself coming to her rescue yet again.
He did it simply out of family loyalty. Because as her brother, it was his job to keep her from falling flat on her ass all the time. He was supposed to keep her in line, keep her safe, keep her from making the stupid mistakes she always seemed to make.
The duty of the older sibling.
But they had never really been siblings, even after his mother had married her father. They had been more rivals than anything, a constant battle to best the other at everything. She enjoyed getting a rise out of him about as much as he enjoyed pissing her off in return.
They had never really been siblings.
And any thought that he had ever had about his protection all those years being purely out of brotherly love and concern had been silenced when she had kissed him. When he had kissed her back. When he had learned every single curve of her body in a way he had never known before.
And afterwards, things were supposed to return to normal as was her decision. They were supposed to board the plane for home to tell his mother about the money. They were supposed to go their separate ways, go on about life as if nothing had changed.
But it seemed fate had other plans. That things changed.
Some things at least.
Because, even after everything, he still protected her. Even when she was too blind to notice or care.
Because he had always protected her.
Author:
_fullofgraceRating: PG-PG13 (language)
Timeline: pre-series; season 1
Word Count: 391
Summary: Boone has always protected her.
He had always protected her.
When they were in middle school and she smarted off to the kids who were much larger than her.
When they were in high school and the drunk football players tried to get her into the backseat of their cars.
When they were adults and she found herself in a relationship with yet another jerk who treated her like shit.
He had always protected her.
But he should have protected himself from her.
She had lied to him. She had played him. She had stolen from him, and then she had fucked him.
And after all they had been through--all the deceit, all the games--he still felt the need to protect her from everyone and everything.
Because I'm her brother.
The mantra he repeated every time he found himself coming to her rescue yet again.
He did it simply out of family loyalty. Because as her brother, it was his job to keep her from falling flat on her ass all the time. He was supposed to keep her in line, keep her safe, keep her from making the stupid mistakes she always seemed to make.
The duty of the older sibling.
But they had never really been siblings, even after his mother had married her father. They had been more rivals than anything, a constant battle to best the other at everything. She enjoyed getting a rise out of him about as much as he enjoyed pissing her off in return.
They had never really been siblings.
And any thought that he had ever had about his protection all those years being purely out of brotherly love and concern had been silenced when she had kissed him. When he had kissed her back. When he had learned every single curve of her body in a way he had never known before.
And afterwards, things were supposed to return to normal as was her decision. They were supposed to board the plane for home to tell his mother about the money. They were supposed to go their separate ways, go on about life as if nothing had changed.
But it seemed fate had other plans. That things changed.
Some things at least.
Because, even after everything, he still protected her. Even when she was too blind to notice or care.
Because he had always protected her.