Shannon and Boone fic.
So, I never write fic. I'm more of a roleplay person - which, I guess, is fic in a roundabout way. But this? It's just fic. I know I'm not the best writer in the world (far from it), but maybe you'll be able to appreciate this little piece.Oh yeah, and it's a flashback from the plane. Feedback loved. Thanks, guys! Sorry I've been neglecting you lately. I've not been in an LJ mood, though that is a lame excuse. -Sigh.-_____________________________________________________Her heart thundered rapidly as the plane shifted with violent movements, belongings flying in all directions. Without even realising it, her hand had gripped onto Boone's arm, clinging to him for safety. The fear of uncertainty raged through her body even as the magazine in her lap slipped to the floor. The light behind the "fasten seatbelt" sign raged into action. She knew she should obey the order, but her body seemed paralised; liquid fear running through her veins and making them concrete. Never had she experienced something quite like this; the absolution of terror. The certainty of knowing they were 42 thousand feet above the sea was no comfort to her. Little isles were scattered in the great ocean but Shannon couldn't decide which was worse: landing in the pliant and consuming water or the unforgiving bumps of islands. Boone was yelling from the side, screaming at her to put on the belt. She honestly tried, but her limbs wouldn't obey her mind's commands. Finally, he leaned in and did it for her, securing it around her waist. He looked her in the eyes, saying something, attempting to comfort her. She didn't hear him; only heard the hard rattle of the overhead compartments, the tinkling of cuttlery piling to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man thrash into the ceiling. Her eyes widened, grip tightening on her step-brother's arm. Her throat constricted, her breath becoming raspy, airflow tight. She felt a harsh wave of air coming from behind them. The plane had broken in two, the rush of air so extreme that hair lashed at her face, causing her to clench shut her eyes. She attempted to scream, but her mind wouldn't allow it.She felt pressure around her cheeks and mouth and realised Boone had put a gas mask on her. She focused her intense gaze on him as her spare hand went up to support the mask. "We're going to die," she said solemnly through the plastic. The certainty of it writhed through her consciousness. Heated tears pricked at her eyes.The man stared back, not knowing how to reply. He wanted to assure her otherwise, that they'd be OK, but he felt certain she was right. His only response was to lean in her direction, embrace her as well as he could manage in the awkward seats and hope for the best. The shell of the plane wobbled hurriedly in a downward spiral, an island coming into view through the broken door of the cockpit. Boone tucked Shannon's head against his chest with clammy hands. Her shallow breathing could be heard through the thickness of the mask, choking sobs rocking her chest. He'd expected to have passed out by now, and he could feel the shortness of oxygen, the lightheadedness; but so far he was still conscious. He pulled her a little closer, stroking her hair as best he could as the nose impacted with the dune.Bodies splayed everywhere. Someone's blood splatted across Boone's forehead and he shut his eyes, leaning his head down to Shannon's level. He felt them both thrown into their belts, heads rocketing forward as the plane struggled to stop. Screams tilted through the air, warping everyone's minds, striking panic in people's hearts. Deafening crashes took people by surprise.The fuselage settled, rocking casually on the sand and finally coming to a halt. Shannon didn't dare open her eyes, not willing yet to accept death. Boone shifted, loosening his grip on the blonde and immediately undoing his seat constraint. "Shan?" he said, pulling off his mask and then hers. "Shan, we made it."She lifted her head, felt a strain in her neck as she looked up at her step-brother. Her heart still thundered, assuring her that she was alive. She was about to smile with relief when an explosion split through the plane and chaos ensued. Shannon screamed._________________________________________________Hmm. What do you think? Don't give up my day job?[x]Ande.