Don't Want To Live Through You
By aotearoagal

Rating: PG - for the swearing
Pairing: Multi-pairing

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As far as Shannon was concerned, the way the survivors were pairing off was totally predictable and TV showish. That she found it so had nothing to do with the fact that Shannon was one of the few left unattached. Being single, with her prospects rapidly drying up (or, rather, hooking up with others), was really getting her down. It didn't help that every morning she was faced with Charlie and Hurley being "so cute together" - Claire's words, not Shannon's. The hair ruffling, the giggling. Gah! She could just barf! It was worse than middle school! Shannon didn't think she'd ever been so happy as the day they'd moved into the caves. Well, that wasn't strictly true, but it sure felt like it.

Not that her brother and Jack were much better. Those two just tried to be more subtle about it. That was, if longing glances and drooling could be considered "subtle." They wasted so much time pretending that nothing was going on. So lame. And it only served to make the whole thing more obvious. It wasn't like no one had noticed Boone sneaking off every night. They knew exactly where he was going - and with whom. Besides, beard burn was difficult to hide, and it wasn't the sort of thing that could be passed off as self-inflicted - certainly not when it was on the backs of your thighs!

One of these days, Shannon was going to have to fill him in on the difference between a moan of pain and, well, you know. Moans of pain just didn't sound anything like the noises those guys made. Oh, and the morning-after limping? Clearly wasn't due to any "sprained ankle." So pathetic. If you're going to lie, at least do it well. And if you want to fuck, then fuck. Don't make excuses for it, or try to hide it. That was for idiots. Hello, Boone!

No, she'd have to tell him. It wouldn't do for her brother to become the laughing stock of the whole island. Bad enough everyone thought him a thief. Stealing was one thing, but ignorance was much worse. It could reflect badly on her. Not that she gave a shit, of course. But still, best not to let these things get out of hand.

There was only one couple on the island that Shannon could get behind - especially if it meant she got to watch! Sayid and Sawyer's relationship whateverthehell was at least entertaining. But then, when compared with the rest of the morons she was trapped here with, watching paint dry would have been a damn sight more fun! But the way Sawyer and Sayid would lash out at each other, yelling, and throwing punches. It added some real excitement to Shannon's day. She'd even heard rumours that they were into a bit of kink, tying each other up, and such. Nice. Not that it would have surprised her, not at all. That Sayid guy seemed like he'd be a kinky little bastard. And Sawyer? Well, he was up for anything and everything. Shannon was lucky enough to have had the pleasure -- great, great pleasure -- of discovering that for herself, right before he'd chucked her over for a hate-hate fuckfest with soldierboy.

They didn't try to hide anything, either, which made a refreshing change from Jack and The Spoon. And they weren't nauseating like Hurley and Charlie. So, Sawyer and Sayid? Shannon could deal with that. The rest of them needed to get themselves lost in the jungle somewhere. Anywhere! And soon.