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And then he thought it was over. His world was black, and he almost felt at peace. He wanted to stay there forever and sleep -- he wasn't sure where that was, but his mind didn't fight it.

Then he felt like he was being moved. He couldn't tell. It was like an out of body experience except he couldn't see from any point of view. Maybe he was dreaming. One of those crazy dreams where your powerless to run or move even though you know you have to. On the side of being confused, he was almost alarmed; he couldn't see. He couldn't hear. He opened his eyes but his sight stung. Glassy ocular stained with blood; his vision hurt. He went in an out of consciousness; unsure of his surroundings, still hoping to wake up from this distorted dream.


Then there was light. But it was blinding. He could finally hear voices; but they were distant, inaudible; like a different language. The volume would go in and out like an unclear frequency on a radio. Then something clicked --- the radio. He remembered sending a distress call; in an abandoned plane. Had someone heard him? Were they being rescued? Unfortunately for Boone, neither was the case.

Just breathing was a painful task. He wished he didn't have to do it, but it was an involuntary action that was not within his power. And the times that he tried to hold it, his lungs ached, and throat gagged; a hacking cough that sent pain searing through his entire body.

Someone was talking, saying his name? His eyes opened, but mostly his vision was blurred. But his hearing was getting clearer; it was his name they spoke. Can you hear me? He could. His mouth opened but no sound came out. He wanted to answer. Yes, I can hear you. But to no avail.

Don't talk, I'm right here.
That alone was enough to soothe him; and he lost consciousness again.



Flashback

It felt like the hand of God shoved the back end of the tail and the rest of the plane was feeling the aftershock of it. The "seat belt light" went on and the pang sound echoed in his ear. Was that really going to save them when falling out of the sky from 48,000 FT?

The plane cries, metal grinding; engines shrieking. They're tossed around on the inside of the cabin like pieces snowflakes in a snow globe. Shannon grips his forearm absent minded, staring straight ahead as if facing death. Technically many of them were.

Another whack and the plane shifts in the sky, quickly moving off course -- losing the highway in the sky. He tells her it's all right, but barely believes it himself. She has no response, only clutching the flesh of his arm tighter. Her breathe gets thinner and Boone can hear it in her chest. "No no, Shan--" He leans over, covering her hand with his. "Your all right. It's only turbulence."

Her eyes squeeze shut, frantically shaking her head. And then, all seemed to be proven wrong. Oxygen masks fall from the ceiling as everyone scrambles for them. Alarms deafening it's passengers, verifying the fear, the truth -- the reality. They were going to crash. They were all going down.

End Flashback



Was he reliving this nightmare all over again? Would he wake up in the quietness of his tent next to Shannon, knowing it was all just another dream?
Hardly. This time was different.

He'd sustained several injuries, wasn't that obvious? By the looks of him he should have been dead. Beaten and bloody, flesh ripped from his appendages, exposing muscle, tendons, and bone. A few survivors that circled around to see the what all the excitement was wound up loosing their dinner. But Jack was there, never faltering in his oath to save someone.

Minutes, hours passed as the boy slipped in and out of consciousness. Then he briefly came around. It was dark out -- probably night time. The smell of burning wood invaded his nose. His eyes circled in his head, begging the jungle to stop moving. The face over him was cloudy, the voice distant.
Jack. It had to have been Jack. The doctor's calm, collectiveness gave him away. Then another voice. It was his sister's. Sight searched for them, but the his ocular nerves struggled and jabbed a pain through his skull.

"Just relax."
It was a little hard when the boy had no idea what was going on. With all the effort it took, he forced out. "--- W-what happened?"

"You were in an accident. But your okay. I'm going to fix this."
Then a female voice. Calm, soothing.

"Boone, I'm here too."
It was Shannon. No mistaking that. But her voice was trembling, no doubt she was biting her lip to trap the tears behind her eyes.

Relief barely lasted. Pain seared once again, muscles contracting, tension throughout his body. He doesn't remember much after that. Except the feverish dreams, jumbled words, and mystifying disorderment.


Apparently he'd been like a vegetable for weeks, it was a miracle Jack had been able to save him. Talk about a savior. The memories of the accident haunted him almost as much as the initial crash. He didn't know how he survived. It was all a blackness in his mind. A void unable to be filled no matter how many times the story was told to him.
He remembered climbing into a plane; and hearing a voice -- someone heard their distress call. After that, the bits and pieces of the puzzle were hard to put back into place.

It was a long recuperation for the boy; and still his mind at times became distant. Unable to grasp everything happening. Jack said it was normal for him to become spacy at times; zoning out. After the body goes through such a traumatic experience it only concentrates on healing. The problem solving part of the brain goes on vacation to save itself from going back into shock.

Boone felt like he was walking through a fog during the several weeks of his convalescence. Two near death experiences could do that to someone he guessed.


Was there going to be a third? Rumors started on the island. Someone was coming? The appearance of the "French Lady" was strange enough, and no one was able to get a straight answer from anyone. Claire's baby had been kidnapped, Sayid and Charlie went off to find him. Jack, Hurely, Locke and Kate jumped into action mode and sought out a way to open The Hatch. Boone felt it mandatory that he be there as well -- but everyone disagreed. Even though he'd made quite the recovery, his strength was still yet to completely return.
"Stay with me." His sister would request. The fear coating her eyes, uncertainty of everything. How could he say no to that?

So the packing had begun. "Gather everything you need and retreat to the caves. You should be safer there until we return." Jack always knew the right things to say. Like a mentor to the people, they all did as they were told. Not a question of doubt present.

Shannon was next to him. They carried the end of the line of survivors making their way towards the caves. "Do you really need that much stuff?" She easily shot a glare his way. "Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be bringing it would I, bonehead?" A simple yes would have been sufficient enough. However, exertion dripped from her face, a sigh of impatience escaping her mouth. He reached over and took possession of one of her bags. Lugging it over his shoulder on top of his own luggage. "We're almost there." He'd say.

She turned to him and flashed a small grin.



Ok so, this is obviously explaining how Boone survived his accident. The rest will be played out after the god forsaken cliff hanger of Season 1. (That is what we decided on through the polls right?) Feel free anyone to respond or alter the plot from here. Maybe we can really figure out what happened. ;]

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Shannon had almost gotten over what had happened to her brother. She had made it past the fear that seized her heart when Charlie told her what had happened. She panicked, worried that she might never get to see him again. Never get to say goodbye. Something that surprised most was that she actually cared. Few people knew about that small portion inside of her heart that actually had compassion for other people. But he knew.

She didn't end up having to say goodbye. Jack had come to the rescue, saving the day again. She didn't leave his side while Jack tended to him, not once. She couldn't. He needed her.

She knew that he wouldn't die. He wouldn't leave her alone here. During the process of healing, she would watch him get up and try to teach himself to walk again. She would watch him wince and blink back tears. He was strong though. And it was only making him stronger. But she still worried about him, on the inside.

They made their way to the caves. She was thoroughly displeased with the fact that they had to move from the beach, wondering if it would affect her tan. She walked beside her brother, him carrying most of her luggage, and shot a glare at Locke as he passed by them. She had yet to forgive him for what he'd done to Boone, an she didn't plan on doing it any time soon.
(OOC: So the hatch was opened, I'm seeing from your post? If not I can edit later)


Once they had gotten the hatch open, once Jack and Locke had taken a look inside--Hurley jumped up and interjected again. He was rambling about how the hatch was evil, that they should stay away from it. They did everything they could to get him to snap out of it, but he was adamant. Finally, Jack suggested that they just give it a day or two before they investigated further, settling the matter for a little while.

Jack had pushed Kate to the side, said that he didn't think Locke was going to stay away like they had all agreed on. So he had her walk with Locke back to the caves, make sure the man didn't try to head back to The Hatch without them. Kate had to agree, Locke seemed to act as a man possessed ever since they had gotten it open.

Once they got to the caves, it wasn't much longer until Shannon and Boone came in. Kate knew that it was Boone that had found the hatch in the first place, had helped to unearth it. She knew that he deserved to know what had happened. She walked over to the pair and crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's done, we opened it." She stated simply, waiting to see how he would react.

It was dark by the time they got there. Nighttime once again befalling the island; relying on glowing torches for light, dimly illuminating the spiky interior of the caves. It felt as though they'd been walking for miles, even though he'd ran that same path 4 --- 5 times before. The added weight of baggage, and anticipation of getting there was probably not much help in passing the time. As soon as they arrived the bags pummeled to the rocky ground. Shannon interjected something about being careful with her stuff, but Boone was distracted by Kate energetically approaching them.

"It's done, we opened it."
Shock was apparent on Boone's face, a mild vacance as her words registered in his head. Exuberance slowly built it's way onto Boone's face. They finally did, what him and Locke tried for months. They did! "How -- with what?" The questions started to pour from his mouth, coated in bewilderment.

Then suddenly it didn't matter. The confusion vanished and replaced with jubilance. "You did it!" A smile appraised his face, excitement and exhilaration painted in his eyes. He quickly turned to Shannon, sharing the same expression. "They did it!"
Locke was a few feet behind Kate; the look of accomplishment glowing on his face. He gave a proud and powerful triumphant smile Boone's way; their hard work had finally paid off.

Then a more complicated question rose to his lips. The prevail slowly leaking from his visage, replaced with inquiry once again. " --- So what's in it?"

Kate stepped back a little bit, surprised at Boone's jubilance. She realized that in a very strange way, he and Locke hadn't experienced something they should have. Boone and Locke had worked for longer then any of them had known on that hatch, and Kate imagined they probably didn't work in silence. They had formed a close bond while they did what they did, became friends. Not to mention the secret they shared for so long, no one knowing the hatch existed. Kate realized that secrets might have been one of the things quickest to bond people on the island.

She stepped back a little bit when he asked his last question. She wasn't ready to be the one to tell him. It was up to Locke to do that, and she knew it. Kate tucked her hands into her back pockets and stared over at the man, wondering exactly how Locke was going to explain what he and Jack saw when they looked down that hatch.
Shannon snickered at Boone's excitement over opening the hatch. Like there's anything useful inside, she thought to herself bitterly. Turning her attention back to the only material possessions she had left, she bent down and squinted in the dim light, making sure Boone hadn't forgotten anything when he packed her things.

Her curiosity ended up getting the better of her. She tried look occupied and move as quietly as possible, her ears straining to hear bits and pieces of their hushed conversation. Why was she even curious? Like she cared what the hell was inside. She supposed that it was possible she had the same hope as everyone else, that there was something inside that hunk of metal which would lead to them getting off the island.