Red Shirts and Blue Blankets, I Have A Bad Feeling About This

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Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 44 - Endings
Title: Red Shirts and Blue Blankets
Author: trollprincess
Rating: PG-13
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Shannon over Boone's corpse. trollprincess manages to mix Shannon's grief and regret with her very distinctive sarcasm and defense mechanisms, saving this from becoming another saccharine "Shannon wishes she'd been better to Boone now that he's dead" fic. Painful and sincere, with an ending that's hopeful without being unrealistic.
Excerpt: "Stupid, stupid jerk," she chokes out, and gives his midsection a good shove.

It's not classy or polite, hitting her stepbrother's body, but what the hell is she expected to do? No one's around to be disgusted by poor, bitchy Shannon again. They're all down at the beach, swooning over the new baby. Shannon has a hideous moment when she debates whether she'd trade some kid for Boone, and a wave of nausea sweeps over her that she'd even contemplate the thought.

In her head, she can picture Boone's funeral, the real funeral he'd have if they were back home. Sabrina would decorate some fancy funeral home with every lily west of the Mississippi, dressed in head-to-toe black and mourning the loss of her only son. And there would be Shannon, sitting in the same row and trying not to notice the accusatory looks from Sabrina's direction, the silent screams that it should have been her body lying in that coffin.

If there was a coffin, Shannon thinks bitterly, and not some slab in the caves covered in an airplane blanket.
Link: Red Shirts and Blue Blankets

Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 44 – Reccer's Choice
Title: I Have A Bad Feeling About This
Author: correlianjedi
Rating: PG-13
Length: Medium
Brief summary: A character study of James "Sawyer" Ford, from childhood to Exodus. Drawing heavily on the original Star Wars trilogy in Sawyer's understanding of himself, this piece is sharp and real and very, very plausible.
Excerpt: When Jack gives him the gun, “just in case,” Sawyer wishes he had a hip holster to slip it into. He settles for the waistband of his jeans, but he can’t shake that childhood desire to whip a blaster from a holster along his red-striped leg.

As Sawyer pulls the gun on the kidnapping bastards in the motorboat, he can’t help but think that this was something Han Solo would have done. Sinking in the water, blood seeping through his shirt, he wonders why he had to be living the Special Edition version of life.

James had always hated the Special Editions. Han shot first. End of story.

Jin and Michael drag him up onto the sand, and he groans when they tug on his left arm. Jack and Sun run from the jungle, Kate at their heels, and Sawyer almost laughs at the absurdity of the situation: for the first time on the island, people are happy to him. It seems like he's just returned from destroying the Death Star; they're coming to greet a hero.

He isn’t a hero, though. He didn’t destroy the Death Star. He let those bastards take Walt.
Link: I Have A Bad Feeling About This