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Untitled really...

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 05:09:51 GMT

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Harry was shocked as his body froze and he tumbled out of his hiding place. The cloak slid away leaving him exposed and at the mercy of the smirking Draco Malfoy. “What to do with you?” Sneered the blonde. “Spying Potter? Sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong? I think I ought to punish you.”

Rage and fury coursed through Harry’s body. He had never hated the damned boy more. But as he struggled against the binding, his hormones forced him to notice that there was something so subtly sexy in the look that graced Malfoy’s face. Hate! He told himself. You hate him! Not the time for sexy!

“Well,” Draco drawled on, staring distantly, “It has been a while since…” He was apparently talking to himself. “Yes,” He said, looking down at the still-frozen Harry, “He will definitely do.” A malicious smile spread across his face as hungry eyes bore into Harry’s. Draco drew his wand and pointed it at Harry, seemed to be considering something for a moment, then said, “Imperio!” Harry felt the bind lift as the feeling that had become, thanks to fake Moody, all too familiar spread through him, a free and pleasant drifting sensation. He at once began to fight the curse. As Draco reached into his robes, fear and hatred helped Harry to throw it off all together. But as the dark haired teen was above to dive for his wand, which had fallen to the floor, Draco, instead of withdrawing some Dark object, threw his cloak to the floor. He began to pull his robes off, revealing the muggle clothing underneath. This shocked Harry more than anything, and he guessed what was going on.

Curse him into oblivion! The git! His brain screamed. Are you kidding? This kid is damned hot! When are you going to get another chance like this? Replied his cock. Harry thought for a moment and decided which bit of advice he would rather follow. He stood at attention, giving the pretense that Malfoy’s curse still controlled him. He watched excitedly as Draco slowly pulled his shirt over his chest. Harry had to work hard not to gasp: The torso of the youngest Malfoy was perfect. It was toned, smooth, and the muscled rippled underneath the pale skin. All of Harry’s blood began to relocate.

“You see Potter,” Draco said, “I’m sure I could have any girl in the school over and under, but I feel my time will be limited this year. I need a last release.” Pointing his want at Harry, he said “Finish undressing me!” The dark haired teen stepped forward and bent down to remove the blonde’s shoes and socks. He then stood and placed his fingers on the front of Malfoy’s pants. He unbuttoned the trousers and began to pull them down. Once these were off, Draco stood, standing only in a pair of extremely tight underwear. The length of his rigid cock was clearly visible through the gray material. Damn, thought Harry, This kid is hot!

With suppressed excitement, Harry hooked his fingers around the waistband of the underwear and in one pull tugged them down to Draco’s ankles. A beautiful, lengthy, and thick cock sprung out and nearly smacked Harry in the face; it was surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair. Having been given no further instruction, Harry stopped all movement.

“It’s a nice one, I think,” Sneered Malfoy. “It gets its fair share of attention,” He smiled. He pushed his hips forward so the tip of the cock touched Harry’s eager lips, but then pulled back. “Suck it, and do it well,” commanded Malfoy, pointing his wand once more at Harry. Excitement coursed through the still-clothed teen as he sank to his knees and slowly approached Draco. Taking the base in his hand, Harry tentatively touched the tip to his lips, before sliding the head in. He slid his tongue around and around before taking a few more inches in. The eyes of the blonde who had been looking down fluttered shut and he placed a hand lightly in Harry’s unkempt hair. Feeling that this must mean he was doing something right, Harry continued the ministrations with his tongue as he slowly pushed his head forward, trying to take as much Malfoy in as possible. Before long, his nose was buried in the blonde hair. He pulled his head back, sliding his tongue wildly over the pale boy’s cock, and moved down again. Draco moaned as Harry licked, bobbed, sucked, and even blew (literally) on his throbbing member. He grabbed the dark hair and began pulling Harry’s face up and down. Ignoring the fact that Draco hadn’t commanded him to do so, Harry reached up and took Malfoy’s balls in his hands, massaging them gently. The blonde’s breathing quickened and Harry knew that he was close.

“Stop,” Draco commanded and the other boy immediately froze. “Remove your clothing,” His voice was throaty and full of need. Since Harry had not gotten the chance to change into his school robes, he wore only his muggle clothing, which soon fell away to reveal a naked and toned body. Draco’s eyes fell upon a dark line of hair that ran from Harry’s navel to his now extremely hard cock. “Turn around,” The blonde’s voice was hoarse and full of need. The other teen obeyed. Malfoy placed Harry’s arms against the wall of the compartment and spread his legs. Harry trembled with anticipation, but tensed when he felt the tip of Draco’s cock against his unprepared entrance. The blonde stopped for a moment, and seemed to be debating whether he cared or not. After a moment he stepped back and placed the tip of his wand and uttered a few words. Harry felt a wonderful sensation as he was stretched and lubricated. Now content, he pushed his hips back and spread his legs a little further, giving the other boy better access. Smirking, Draco once again positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance, and then slowly pushed in. Gasping, Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his muscles squeezed around Malfoy’s cock. Making the other teen groan and push further until he was fully in. The stood still for a moment before Draco pulled out a few inches, then slowly pushed back in.

Harry was sure he didn’t mean to, but each of the blonde’s thrusts brushed over his prostate, causing a most excellent explosion of feeling that reverberated through the dark haired boy’s entire body. He had to brace himself as Draco poured all his weight into Harry, each thrust nearly knocking him off balance. Harry’s head was thrown back as he stifled a moan (it probably wasn’t best to let Draco know how much he was enjoying this, though his raging member likely gave that ‘secret’ away…). The blonde grabbed Harry’s hair and pushed his forehead into his back as he rocked with all his might, fusing his body with the teen’s before him. He moaned and whimpered and Harry smirked (unseen to his ‘master’) at the noises and desperation of the other teen. Draco, making this, like nearly everything in his life, all about himself, completely neglected Harry’s cock, letting it bounce wildly on its own. However, as the blonde’s thrusts became messier and more uneven and non rhythmic, an obvious sign that he was close, he leaned in to whisper in Harry’s ear, “Come for me.”

Harry obeyed immediately, though not because of the curse Draco thought still held him, but because he couldn’t prevent it any longer. He had never experienced a hands-off [his cock anyway] orgasm, or even known it was possible, but there he stood, blowing himself all over the compartment wall, giving in to his desire to moan. The clenching of his muscles around Draco’s pumping cock cause the other teen to lose it, filling Harry with shot after shot until he stilled. His entire weight now leaned on Harry who was having trouble holding him up. Eventually though, he pulled out, muttered “Evanesco!” to clean the mess, and proceeded to dress. Once he was composed, he turned to Harry, wand out. “Forget this ever happened, get dressed, and get out of here,” he said before turning and leaving the compartment.

Harry finally burst out laughing at Draco’s stupidity. Surely he should have realized that he wasn’t controlling Harry! And how daft must he be to assume that the Imperius Curse (Had Harry really been under it), could make people forget things! Even if it had, the effects vanished as the spell was lifted. Marveling at the arrogance and ignorance of what he had to admit was a hot fuck, Harry slowly dressed before suddenly realizing that the train was moving. As in away from Hogwarts!

“Oh fuck.”

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:12:58 GMT

Okey, ff.net still=STUPID, so here is chapter....seven? Yes, seven.

Lucas was completely unable to pay attention to pretty much anything all day. He simply sat, smiling stupidly at anyone and everyone. If you asked him why he was so elated, he would respond that he had just received the best birthday present ever. While that was true, the fact that it had come from Nathan was what sent Luke into this joyous state. Lucas had begun to come around to the way he felt about the Scott boy. So maybe he had some feelings for him that weren’t exactly friend feelings. He still found women attractive so he wasn’t necessarily gay, though he couldn’t deny that there was a certain appeal to Nathan. He wasn’t sure where that left him, but Nathan was Nathan, so this whole thing was kind of pointless to pursue. But that doesn’t mean a kid can’t dream, does it?

By the end of the day, Lucas was bouncing in his seat waiting for the bell. When the sound of sweet freedom rang, Luke literally ran to his car. He headed over to Nathan’s apartment, but the brunette wasn’t there yet, for he wasn’t in an epic hurry for anything, as Lucas seemed to be. To be honest, the Roe son wasn’t sure why he was even there, but he was still buzzing about his gift, and thought he might thank Nate again about a thousand more times.

When said teen arrived at his apartment, he found a smiling Luke sitting on his couch. “Hey birthday boy,” Nathan smiled.

“Hey yourself. I can’t thank you enough for these tickets Nate, you have no idea what they mean to me,” Lucas said.

“Don’t get all girly on me or I’ll have to kick your ass,” Nate replied. “I hate to ditch you, but I’ve got to get to work, those tickets didn’t come cheap,” he continued. The smile fell off of Lucas’s face.

“You’ll be at the party tonight right?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“Of course, now get out of here, go get ready,” Nate told him. Lucas’s smile returned and he got up to leave, punching Nathan’s arm on his way out.

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The music pounded in Tric as Luke’s birthday bash waged on. He looked around at all of the people. Just a few years ago, his only friends were Haley and the kids from the River Court, and now an entire club was here to celebrate his coming-of-age. He had a feeling many of them were really here to see The Fray, who by some miracle, Peyton had convinced to play tonight as her birthday present to Luke (The Fray being his favorite band). The blonde swept his eyes across the club, but Nathan was nowhere to be found. He was slightly disappointed, but he knew Nate would show.

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Nate didn’t show. The party ended, clean up began, and Karen told Luke to go have fun. He stepped outside of the club and took a seat on a bench. He felt kind of hurt. Nathan didn’t have to come, he did already give Luke the ultimate gift, and he did have work, but he told Luke he would go. He probably couldn’t get out or something, Lucas reasoned, hoped. Trying not to feel too dejected, Lucas decided to make his way over to Nate’s apartment to make sure everything was all right.

When he arrived, Lucas found the apartment was locked; however Nate had given him a key. It was dark inside, and Luke was suddenly nervous. He flicked on the lights to find Nate sleeping on the couch. The blonde was relieved, somewhat hurt, and somewhat angry all at once. When he closed the door, Nathan stirred, and peeked an eye open. He suddenly jumped up, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh god, what time is it?” He asked. He saw that it was dark outside, glanced over at the clock, and then realized the party was over. “Oh, Luke, I fell asleep, I’m sorry, seriously, I only meant to lay down for a minute, had a headache…” Nate rambled on. Lucas was at first angry, until he noticed that the sleepy teen was sporting a serious black eye.

“Oh my god, Nate, what happened?” Lucas asked, sitting down next to Nathan to get a better look. Nate looked down to prevent such examination.

“Oh…nothing…I…fight with a…coworker,” Nate lied unconvincingly. He couldn’t even look Lucas in the eye. Lucas felt hurt again, why was Nathan lying?

“You’re lying to me,” Luke said coolly.

“No, I’m not,” Nathan said. “Well, it’s complicated Luke, alright?” Nate replied.

“Nathan, what happened to you?” Lucas asked, concerned. There must be something going on for Nathan to lie to him like this.

“Nothing Lucas, just leave it alone will you?” Nathan said, practically yelling.

“Not a problem,” Luke replied with a cold stare, before turning and walking out of the apartment, leaving Nathan standing alone.

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:33:16 GMT

Again, thanks everyone for the reviews, and the story will be here until ff.net gets it’s act together…*angry face*

I registered another account under a different email so maybe that will work, but I can't upload on that account until the 15th, because of the stupid no-spam-three-day-rule....

Nathan awoke on Lucas’s eighteenth birthday with a smile on his face. After waiting for months, he could finally give his best friend the basketball tickets he had been harboring for so long. He almost gave Luke the tickets on several occasions, no longer being able to wait. He managed to hold out however. The birthday party wasn’t until later that night, but Nathan decided that he had waited long enough. He dressed quickly and was out the door. He thought he might swing by Lucas’s house, pick him up for school, and let him have the gift in the car.

Still smiling, Nathan was about to unlock his car when a black sedan pulled up next to it. A black sedan with tinted windows. Nathan’s heart sank. He approached the driver’s window, which rolled down to reveal Dante.

“Scott. I’m calling in my tabs,” said the man in a serious tone.

“Dante, I don’t have the money yet you know that,” Nathan responded.

“Scott, I gave you that money over a month ago, you’ve had plenty of time,” Dante reminded Nathan. “I’m not an unreasonable man, I know I sprung this on you,” he continued, “I’ll give you some time.” Nathan sighed in relief. “You’ve got a week.” The brunette’s relief immediately turned to shock.

“How am I supposed to come up with that much money in a week?” He asked, panicking.

“That’s not my problem kid, you’ve had plenty of time.” Dante noticed the birthday gift in Nathan’s hand, and smiled. “Today is the former Scott’s birthday, isn’t it?” Nathan nodded. “I’ve noticed that you too are pretty close now, huh? It would really be unfortunate if I didn’t get that money, Scott. I’d really hate to drag the Roe child into this. He’s had plenty of trouble in his life, no? It would be so unfortunate for him to have an accident,” Dante said, rolling his window up. “One week,” he got out before the car pulled away, leaving a distressed Nate standing alone in the parking lot.

Nathan got into his car and sat gripping the steering wheel. He pushed his forehead against the rubber and tried to breath, tried not to cry, tried to be strong, tried to be a man. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t do this. It would be one thing if Dante had threatened him, but no, Lucas was the one at stake here. Nathan could handle whatever Dante did to him, because he brought it upon himself, but if Lucas, the one who has been going through so much was harmed because Nathan made a huge mistake, well, the Scott son wasn’t sure he could handle that. He composed himself and decided that it wasn’t time to panic yet; he was still Nathan Scott, son of Dan Scott, millionaire and mayor. He wouldn’t have turned to his father, but now that Lucas was in trouble, he had to swallow his pride. So it was decided; Nathan would ask Dan for help the following day. Today, he would be happy for Luke, he would give him his gift and be genuinely joyous. Dan would help him.

Nathan arrived at Luke’s house as the blonde was walking out. He saw Nate and made his way over to the car. The brunette rolled down the window and offered Lucas a ride. His friend smiled and hopped in the car.

“Happy birthday!” Nate said, smiling.

“Thanks,” Lucas responded.

“I know your party isn’t until tonight, but I can’t wait to give you this any more,” Nate said, handing over a small package to Lucas, who opened it to find a mix CD.

“A mix CD?” Luke smirked. “You couldn’t wait to give me a mix CD?”

“Just open it,” Nate responded. Luke did so, and two tickets to a Charlotte Bobcats game fell into his lap. He stared down at them, eyes widening.

“Nate,” he stammered, “These, these, these are Bobcat tickets!” He exclaimed, a broad smile now gracing his face.

“Yeah, I know,” Nate smiled back.

“But Nate, these are amazing tickets,” Lucas said, spotting their seats on the ticket, “how the hell could you afford this? I can’t accept these!” Lucas said concerned.

“That’s too bad, they’re already paid for, we’re going in a few weeks, a hotel is booked,” Nate said, unable to hide a broad smile of his own. The way Lucas’s eyes lit up melted his heart, and he was glad he had been able to get these tickets, even if it meant turning to Dan. Lucas sat smiling the entire ride to school, and Nathan smiled too, for simply being able to bring Lucas so much joy. Things would be alright, Nate knew it.

Veracity Chapter 5

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:40:44 GMT

Ok, well since fanfiction.net is screwy, Veracity will be posted here until that site is working for me again (but please review over at ff.net, thanks!).

A/N:: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. You are all my heroes. Please don’t lurk! Review! Review!

Lucas and Haley wandered around the grocery store, picking out various snacks to bring to Nathan’s apartment. They loaded up their cart with chips, soda, candy, popcorn, and even some bread and milk that they suspected their friend was lacking, along with cash.

“So the two of you are practically conjoined at the hip,” Haley joked about Lucas and Nathan. “It’s funny how you are more like brothers now.” Lucas merely smiled in response; this was something he was well aware of.

“Ok, I think we’ve got enough,” Lucas said, glancing down at the massive amount of junk food in their cart, “let’s get out of here.” On the drive to Nathan’s apartment, Haley explained how it had been over a week since she had even spoken to Nate, due to their conflicting schedules.

“I saw him last Tuesday in the mall, while he was working in that pretzel shop,” she remembered, “he was flirting with some bimbo.” Haley laughed remembering Nathan’s attempt at romance. Lucas threw her a sharp glance.

“He was flirting with some bimbo? Is he dating her? What’s her name?” Even Luke was surprised by this outburst.

“What, do you have a crush on him?” Haley joked. Lucas wasn’t sure why he had gotten so suspicious. He didn’t care if Nathan was seeing somebody. He didn’t care at all. Really.

Before long, Lucas had parked the car and the two teens were stepping through Nate’s door. The brunette greeted them and took the food.

“I rented a bunch of movies,” Nate said, indicating a stack of DVDs on the couch, “pick one out.” Haley sat down on the couch and flipped through the choices, reading the back of each DVD in turn. Lucas turned to face Nathan.

“So I hear you have a girlfriend.” He said coolly, not really sure why he was talking.

“Is that so?” Nathan said looking at him puzzled.

“Some bimbo you were flirting with at work last Tuesday,” Lucas responded. He almost hit himself in the face for continuing this blabber.

“I talk to a lot of girls at work, they’re called customers. What, do you have a crush on me?” Nate joked. Lucas looked at him alarmed, two people in one day?

“Yeah, that’s it,” Lucas responded in what he hoped was a sarcastic tone. “So what movies did you get?” The three eventually wound up watch the Notebook, much to Lucas and Nathan’s dismay (Haley had actually brought it). Being a girl, Haley burst into tears at the end, as suspected. She was sitting in the middle of the two boys on the couch, and grabbed an arm from both, holding them to her chest, in a futile search for emotional comfort. One might think she would be used to the movie, having seen it exactly one million times. At one point, she squeezed the boys’ arms and Lucas and Nathan’s hands came into touch. Nathan didn’t seem to notice, but Luke’s heart skipped exactly one beat. Must be the HCM, he told himself before pulling away.

Eventually Nate kicked them out, explaining that he had to work early the next morning (for it was a Friday night). Lucas dropped Haley off and proceeded home.

As he lay in bed, Luke reflected over what Nathan and Haley had said. What, do you have a crush on him? What? Do you have a crush on me? Lucas wasn’t entirely sure why these comments bothered him so much, or why his HCM went nuts for a fraction of a second during the movie (For there really is no other explanation. Really.). He was also puzzled as to why he was so jealous of some girl Nate didn’t even remember. Nate. His friend. His best friend. His metaphorical brother. The object of his affection. What was that last part? His metaphorical brother, that’s it. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. Really. But even as he pondered, Luke knew it. He couldn’t deny it any longer. That damn emotion, that stupid way Nathan made him feel. Nathan’s stupid smile that made Luke smile. He had known it all along, but finally was forced to confront the fact that he, Lucas Roe, had feelings for Nathan Scott.

“This can’t be happening.” Lucas said out loud. No, it’s not, he thought. I’m just tired and confused, I’m just hurting because of Brooke, and I’ve been spending time with Nate, so I was just confused. That’s all. Really. He was still just upset over the brunette girl who had stolen his heart, and crushed it. That was all. Really. So with his mind at rest, Lucas rolled over, and in minutes, was deep into sleep.

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Lucas was exiting the locker room and walked up to Nathan.

“You wanna play some NBA Live tonight?” he asked.

“Uh,” Nate responded, “I have plans tonight…”

“You have plans? What’re you doing?” Lucas asked. Nate looked at the blonde with an exasperated expression.

“I have plans with a girl tonight. Why do you care? Why do I always have to hang out with you? What, do you have a crush on me?”

RING

Lucas woke with a start, the events of his dream fresh in his head. He reached over and turned the alarm off and sat up, holding his face in his hands. So maybe he was going to have to rethink that stupid emotion. But then again, it was just a dream. Really

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 19:25:25 GMT

Sorry to teamane, and anyone who is reading this story, that i haven't updated in ages. i've just been rreeaallyyy fecking busy. and today is my birthday so i'm not doing anything. i'll update as soon as i can.

Chapter 6: Look to The Stars

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 04:50:19 GMT

Okey, so here is chapter six. I realise that my chapters are pretty short and for now they seem to be moving quickly through the story, but bear with me. I'm warping the timeline. The first several chapters will seem a little choppy but once i get to a certain point (Im almost there!:O) i will be able to smooth out the story...if that makes any sense. so please read and review and blah blah blah

     Boone stared up at the sky, at infintesimal blanket of glittering diamonds. Never in his life had he bore witness to this kind of site, before the island anyway. The shining dots were splayed across the velvet sky in all directions. No light pollution could hide the nightime gems. It was extraordinary. People say that looking into the depths of space made the individual seem like an insignificant thing in the universe, yet it was the complete opposite with Boone. Being able to see this sky, didn't make him feel insignificant, it made him appreciative. Life is a precious thing, as all the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 knew. Boone found it incredible that he and Shannon had escaped the fate of the unlucky passangers of the flight. Looking at the sky, at the universe above and around him, Boone recognized that life is so precious. Sure the stars are more massive than anything Boone would know, sure the stars would affect more people places and things than anyone could ever hope to, but the stars were just that, stars. As Boone stared up, he knew life was a gift, and that this gift is the most significant thing in existence. He didn't feel insignificant, he felt empowered.

     A shooting star streaked its way across the sky. "When you wish apon a star..." Boone's first instinct was to wish his way off this god forsaken rock, but he saw several people pointing the sky and knew that was already being wished for. Better not waste a wish, Boone thought. So what did he want? From the island? From life? The young man was shocked when he found that he didn't know the answer.

     Living on the island was no easy bussiness. Boone had the wounds to prove it. Between Sawyer and the ocean, he wasn't sure he would survive here before any rescue crew got the chance to find them. Earlier in the day, Hurley (what kind of name was Hurley?) had asked Boone and Shannon information, trying to take census. Remembering the manifest, Boone informed Hurley as to its location, hoping the information could be helpful.

     It was later that day when he heard the news of Charlie and Claire's dissapearence and Jack running off after them. When Locke mentioned putting together a search party, Boone was quick to join. He wanted to help find Charlie and Claire, to prove he was useful, and he was worried about Jack. Why he was worried about Jack when there were kidnapped people, Boone didn't know. Probably because of the fact that Jack was the only doctor and if anything happened to him, pretty much everyone was doomed. Yeah, that was why.

     When Jack finally was recovered, he went off with Kate, unsurprisingly, and Boone ended up with Locke. He was half relieved and half dissapointed. He half wished he was with Jack, to prove to the man that he wasn't as useless as the doctor thought, but he was relieved that Jack wouldn't be able to cut him down again. Boone didn't know why Jack insisted on treating him as if he were an impudent child.

     So Boone followed Locke around the jungle. He clearly wasn't needed, infact this just made him feel even more useless. And then there was rain, and the night. Boone got the idea that Locke didn't know where he was going. How could anyone possibly find a trail in this? After what seemed like hours, Boone decided that he was heading back with or without Locke. When the other man tossed the flashlight, Boone tried to grab it, but failed. He was about to curse when he heard the distinct sound of metal hitting metal. He and Locke looked at eachother for a moment, before both dropped to their knees and frantically brushed dirt and leaves away to locate whatever it was that the flashlight struck.

     Boone dug as fast as he could to find that this object was no piece of wreckage, it was embedded in the ground. Excitement and intense curiosity ran through every vein in his body. This could be it. If he helped uncover something to help him and his fellow survivors, then everyone wouldn't think of him as such an airhead, as useless, and maybe Jack would start to treat Boone like a friend. His life could finally have meaning. He looked at the sky, the stars were veiled by the clouds that supplied the rain. But Boone knew they were there. And he didn't feel insignificant, for the first time in his life, he felt he had meaning.

Chapter 5: Scrapes and Scars

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 05:13:54 GMT

Jack had just sent Sayid along his way after tending to the cut on his forehead. He had to wonder who would have hit the man, who wanted to stay on the island? Sawyer maybe, he had a lot of leverage with his stash and Jack would bet that Sawyer be reluctant to lose his power. But no, even Sawyer wouldn't prevent the rescue. Jack shook his head, he didn't really feel like falling into one of his contemplative states of mind. He wanted to relax and do, well, nothing. But of course, being the only doctor, such luxuries were denied.

     Jack could have groaned when a bloody Boone was dragged into the cave. How could this kid get himself into so much trouble? How stupid could he be? Boone quickly explained to Jack about Shannon's asthma and Sawyer. So maybe he was just trying to help his sister this time, but he could have gone about it in a better way. Sawyer really didn't seem like someone you want to be alone with in the woods. None of the cuts Boone had sustained seemed too bad. The back of the younger man's shirt was torn and there were several blood stains. What the hell did Sawyer do? Drag him through the jungle?

     "I need to check the scratches on your back," Jack told Boone.

     "Okay..." Boone replied slowly.

     "That means you have you take off your shirt," Jack told him, a little condescendingly. The younger man was being an idiot again.

    "Oh, right, sorry," Boone replied as he pulled his shirt off. Jack examined the scratches, nothing serious. But then he noticed it. A scar, a large one. Nearly a foot long, it stretched from Boone's right shoulder diagonally to his spine.

    "How did you get this scar?" Jack asked, wondering why he cared.

    "Oh, uh," Boone choked on his words. "I...fell," he replied lamely, clearly lying. Jack decided not to push the issue, he didn't even care. Jack stood up to join Sayid in confronting Sawyer. He stepped a few feet away before turning around.

    "Boone," He said, "Can you try to stay out of trouble for once?" Jack asked him in a harsh tone. The doctor had to lok away and hurry from the caves when he saw the hurt expression on Boone's face. Jack really hated that stupid feeling he got with Boone, it was like a hate that he never knew, something he had never felt. Jack wasn't sure why he was so harsh with Boone, sure he may be, well, an idiot but Jack had to admitt he was being a little unnecesarily harsh. And then, once again, Jack wondered why he cared.

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 20:32:27 GMT

Chapter 4 time. let me know what you think of all the chapters :O

   Boone grunted as he lifted another piece of wood on the fire. What a day, first the Joanna incident, then his dismal attempt at yelling at Jack, who ignored him and fled, then the whole water scene. He wasn't sure why he thought taking the water would be a good idea. In retrospect, it was one of the stupider things he had done. Other than thinking he could save Joanna. Boone screwed everything up. He wasn't any good at anything, and now Jack was probably never going to talk to him again. he didn't know why he wanted to be friends with the doctor so much, why he idolized him. Boone almost wished that he was a doctor. No, he would end up killing all his patients.

    The next day, Boone was on the brink of a complete mental breakdown. There was only so much failure he could handle, and that limit was comming fast. So when Shannon sat down next to him and began her usual flow of senseless cold and twisted words, he could have lost it.

    "So you couldn't even save one chick?" She asked as she sat down. Boone was stunned. How could anyone be so cold, so heartless, such a bitch as to poke fun at his failure to save a human life. It was then that he cracked. He stood up and ran, leaving a stunned Shannon behind. He slipped into the jungle and pumped his legs as fast as he could as he tried to get away from the beach, from Shannon, from Jack, from everything. After several minutes, he slowed to a walk and realized that he had no idea where he was. Great, just great. Boone picked up a large stick and threw it in his frustration. It went through the dense foliage, then he heard the distinct *plunk* of an object hitting water. He followed the stick through some leaves and found himself on a tiny piece of beach. The ocean swept up on to the small bit of sand. The little beach was maybe the size of a large driveway. On all sides of the half-moon shaped sand plot were jungle, or the ocean. A massive palm tree grew horizantally out of the jungle and across the sand. Near the ocean, the tree curved gently up. The curve of the tree over the ocean made like a chair. A person could lay on the trunk and against the upward curve, and Boone did just this. He laid down on the tree and let the sound or the ocean waves soothe him. His troubles seemed to melt away with each crash of the omnipresent sea. When the sun began to set, he figured that he better head back. Without much trouble he managed to navigate his way through the jungle, with no monster or polar bear attacks. When Shannon asked him were the hell he had been, he told her he was "...out," and would say no more.

     For the next several days, he found himself sneaking off to his new secret spot whenever he was feeling stressed. The place comforted him and he knew it was best to remove himself from certain situations when stress was building, before he did or said anything stupid. However, over the next several days, he noticed that Shannon was having an increasingly hard time breathing. She would try to hide her cough and it took her several days to admit to Boone that her inhaler was used up. No, she couldn't go to Jack, it had to be Boone's problem. He really couldn't help her out though, they were on an island, and his luggage was never recovered.

     The day after Shannon admitted that she needed another inhaler, Boone was going out to collect fire wood. While he past the tent that used to be Jack's, that Sawyer now claimed, he saw the redneck reading Watership Down. Boone's Watership Down that is. He was obsessed with that book and never traveled without it. It had been in his suitcase, so if Sawyer had his book, he must therefore have the rest of his luggage. It was well known that Sawyer had a stash of things he hoarded, after the crash, but the whereabouts of this treasure were completely unknown. And there was no way Boone was going to ask for Sawyer's help. So Boone followed him that night when he went into the jungle, and he was led right to Sawyer's stash. He crept back to camp and made sure to remember were the goods were hid.

     The following day, Boone saw Sawyer snoozing on the beach and decided that this was as good a time as ever. He made sure nobody was watching, then slipped into the woods. He quickly found the stash and was searching through it as fast as he could, trying to find the inhalers so he could go. But before he could find anything, he heard Sawyer's drawl behind him.

     "And just what do you think you're doing?" Sawyer inquired, a look in his eye that clearly showed his lividity. Boone didn't even respond. The older man swiftly stepped forward and thrust his fist deep into Boone's stomach. Boone fell to his knees and then felt Sawyer's fist collide with his face. He didn't even try to fight back, and before long, darkness enveloped him.

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 20:30:26 GMT

Aaannddd chapter. Again, same info as chapter one

     Jack continued his search for medicine for the third day in a row. He managed to come across a few bottles of various perscriptions, and some glucose tablets for a diabetic, as well as an insulin injector, but nothing that would be of any use to the marshall. As he ripped through the suitcases, Jack heard voices. Kate and Charlie were talking quietly, which was strange, he didn't know that they were friends. Well, aquaintences. He couldn't be sure but he got the feeling it was about the little trip with the whole distress call incident. Jack was inside the wreckage of the plane but could clearly hear their convsersation.

     "He is such an idiot!" Kate exclaimed. "Who does he think he is?"

     "It's like he needs to be involved with everything," Charlie replied. Jack still didn't know what they were talking about, and he knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but, hey, no one is perfect.

     "He probably hasn't ever used a gun in his life," Kate replied. So they were talking about Boone. Kate had told him everything that happened with the signal party. Including Boone's theft of the gun pieces.

     "He thinks he's so useful to everyone, he is such a wannabe," Charlie replied. The conversation ended, or Kate and Charlie walked away. That was awfuly harsh Jack thought. Sure, Boone tended to do really really stupid things, but the kid was just trying to help. They didn't need to put him down for trying to be a good person, that's better than most people here who sit and stare at the sea waiting for a boat that Jack doubted was going to come. Then Jack remembered that he hated Boone. Kate and Charlie were right, he was a moron. What did he think he would accomplish by stealing the gun? Jack turned around, feeling exasperated. He looked down the beach and saw a man in a suit standing in the water at the beach. He blinked and the lone figure was gone. Jack had been seeing his father for a few days. Lack of sleep and dehydration were surely to blame. He decided to grab himself some water, very concious of the fact that there was very little left. Everyone expected him to solve this problem. He was so sicks of everyone comming to him with their every problem. He was about to pour himself a drink when he heard someone screaming his name. It was Charlie.

     "Jack! Jack! There's someone out there!" Charlie exclaimed, pointing at the ocean. Jack scanned across the water and spotted a figure, far out, struggling to stay above the surface.? He took a fraction of a second, but only that much, to curse the fact that someone drowning was his problem. He was a doctor, not a life guard. The idiot Boone was the lifeguard. Yet again, Boone would probably screw up and get himself killed along with whoever was out there. So Jack quickly took off his shirt as he ran to the ocean and dove in, fighting against the waves. The water faught him, each wave a struggle, a challenge. He pumped his arms and legs trying desperately to reach whoever was out there. He could see a dark figure floating beneath him and he dove down and grabbed the body, hoping against hope that whoever it was was still alive. When he broke the surface, he looked at the person in his arms and could have screamed. It was Boone. What kind of lifeguard can't even save himself? Is this kid completely stupid? But then Boone coughed as he tried to say something.

     "Did you get her?" He asked in a groggy voice. Jack began to panic slightly.

     "What?" He demanded, starting to feel like the world was caving in on him.

     "The girl...out there," Boone coughed. Jack looked out and in the distance, he could see another person being swept away by the tide. And right there he could have gladly pushed Boone back under. He took a moment to decide. Boone, no matter how much he insisted, couldn't swim back alone, and he wasn't sure he could save the woman. So he swam Boone back to the shore, but when he turned around he could no longer see the woman. Great, Boone got this woman killed. He turned around, to hit, or at least scream his lungs out at Boone. But when he saw the limp figure on the beach gasping for breath, defeat and pain in his eyes, he just couldn't do it. He felt a surge of emotion that swept through his body fast than blood and he had to turn away. Pity he decided, it must have been pity. And then he saw his father again, standing in the trees, just inside the jungle. And Jack could have cried. In fact if there weren't a thousand people surrounding him he might have. Why did it all come down to him? He was a doctor, not a freaking God.

     Jack stormed off the beach before someone else could ask him to save their world. He found himself a secluded bit of beach and just sat down. He eventually dozed off into a calm dreamless sleep. Which he definetely needed, no matter how much he denied it.

     After a few hours Jack stirred. As he sat up he realised he had fallen asleep, and could have gladly rolled over and continued his slumber, but he knew there would be people looking for him. He was feeling calmed down now, and made his way back to camp. The doctor had been at the camp for no more than five minutes when guess who comes up to yell at him. Boone. The idiot was going on about how he so could have swam back alone and how Jack could have gotten the woman and blah blah blah. Jack just zoned out and waited for him to finish. He looked up at the tree line and yet again saw his father standing, staring, judging? Why was he still hallucinating? He had slept, gotten water, and even munched on some questionable looking fruit. Maybe it was the fruit.

     Jack wasn't sure why, but he suddenly decided to follow the ghostly image, chase away his delusion, sanity achieved through persistence. He could hear Boone yelling at him but he didn't really care. The idiotic goose chase that followed, as well as the near death expirience and help from Locke, could be gladly forgotten. But then he found the caves. And the empty coffin thing was almost too much for him to handle right now. But at least he found water and shelter.
       After about an hour, Jack headed back to the beach. He could hear the fight before he could see it. He considered turning back, knowing that it would be up to him to break it up, but went forth anyway. He saw Charlie beating up, surprise surprise, Boone. He broke up the fight and felt that stupid surge again when he saw the beat up Boone, who hadn't even tried to fight back. Jack started talking and ended up giving a speech. Since when was he an orator? Somewhere in his babble he said something that surprised him.

     "He tried to save a woman from drowning this morning, and now you want to crucify him?" Jack asked incredulously. For the second time today he wondered why he was defending Boone. Pity he told himself. It's pity.

Chapter 2: God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 20:23:50 GMT

All the same ratings pairings disclaimers yada yada yada

                 Chapter Two- God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity
       Two days on island-from-hell and no rescue in sight. Boone looked across the sea hoping to see a boat or anything, but he knew that the odds were deffinetely against them. He had overheard Jack, the doctor, and that brunette who seemed to be conjoined at Jack's hip, talking about the misadventure on their quest to find the front of the plane. Two-thousand miles off course meant that Boone got to spend the rest of his on this god forsaken rock. He was normally a very hopeful person, too hopeful really, it had caused him grief in the past, but now not even he could see a rescue comming. Unless a giant cruise liner happened to pass by the island...

      Boone tried to be helpful, it was his nature. Also, if he was stuck here, it would be nice if people thought highly of him. So while going through the wreckage and salvaging what had not been destroyed in the crash, he tried to get to know people. Firstly, Jack. He tried to talk to the doctor but Jack was short with him and didn't seem up for conversation. Or maybe he just was avoiding Boone. He had to admit, that whole pen thing on the day of the crash was rather ridiculous. He didn't know why he went back. If he didn't bring the pens, Jack might think that he was too pathetic to even find a pen, but at the same time, if he brought the pens he would look like an idiot who thought stabbing a woman in the throat with a pen would actually be a good idea. He didn't know why he had even suggested it. Then again, blurting out random things was a recurring problem of his. But why did he have to do it in front of Jack? Wait...why did he care what Jack thought? Probably just 'cause he didn't want Jack to think he was even more of an idiot that he already did.

     Boone wandered the beach, looking for a place to help out if he could. He spotted Rose, that lady he so could've saved before Jack got there. She was off away from the rest of the survivors, sitting alone, gazing out at the sea. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone. Everyone else seemed to have gotten over the shock but she had beeen taking it very difficult. Maybe she lost someone Boone guessed. Well, maybe someone should talk to her he thought. He was never particularly great at cheering people up, so Boone scanned his mind trying to decide which of the people he met might be able. Jack was the first to come to mind. Boone wasn't sure why though, he had no evidence to suggest Jack was good at making people feel better. In fact, he had made Boone feel rather, well, very bad. So why did he come to mind first? And then he wondered why he cared again.

     Boone approached Jack who was going through bags, looking for medicine he assumed. He was suddenly very nervous for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

     "Uh, Jack?" Boone asked. Jack looked up from where he was crouched over a suitcase. Something flashed across his face. Was it annoyance? Boone suddenly panicked. He shouldn't be asking Jack to do this! What what he thinking? But if he backed down now Jack would probably think of him as even more of an idiot than he already did.

     "Yeah?" Jack asked in a kind of distracted tone. Boone realized he hadn't spoken in nearly a minute.

     "Oh, well, you know that woman you saved? Rose? Well I notice that she has, well, been all introverted since the crash. She hasn't eaten or slept that I know of." Jack looked at him like he expected him to continue.

     "Why are you telling me this?" Jack asked him.

     "Well, I dunno...I thought I saw you sitting next to her on the plane."

     "I don't know her."

      "Well, no, I know but don't you think you should talk to her?" Boone was a little hurt and a little frustrated with Jack's refusal to comply. The doctor stared at Boone for a moment.

     "Fine, I'll talk to her okay?" He agreed grudingly.

     "Ok, thanks." Boone replied, regreting that he had even talked to Jack.

     "Are you done?" Boone nodded and Jack walked away looking pissed. Great Boone, you've been here like two days and you already got people to hate you. And it was Jack none the less. Boone really didn't want Jack to hate him. He really wanted Jack to like him, but he didn't know why. Probably becuase Jack was everything he would like to be. He was strong, smart, he kept cool after the crash, and he was actually able to save people.

     Boone later found Shannon laying around on the beach being the useless priss she was. Well maybe that was a little harsh but Boone was still steamed about his conversation with Jack and he found himself picking a fight. Which wasn't really a good idea because she always won when that happened. And of course this was no exception and Boone ended up on some stupid hike. As if that wasn't enough there was that whole french distress call followed by Shannon's desperate bid at being useless to everyone. Boone hoped all the island days weren't like this.

Chapter 1: Beginnings

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 16:20:18 GMT

Ok I give up on the geocities thing, for now anyway, so here is my utterly unread story! *Insert dramatic music and applause*

Also, if you have any suggestions let me know, I will be happy to fix anything

     Jack awoke for the second morning in a row covered in sand. He supposed that meant he could put down the "Terrible Nightmare" theory. Damn, that was a good one. He reluctantly opened his eyes, then immediately closed them against the harsh assault of the sun. The doctor went through the course of events in his head, hoping to make some sense of the catastrophe, but just as the day before, he came up with nothing, which was strange, because it was rather straightforward: His plane fell out of the sky. He remembered waking up in the jungle. He found himself staring up into stalks of what he assumed was bamboo. At first he couldn't comprehend what was going on until he remembered the turbulence. That's when it dawned on him. A plane crash. He sat up with a start, which brought attention to the sharp pain in his side, but he couldn't worry about that right now. If there was a plane crash, then that meant lots of hurt people, none of whom Jack could see. Infact, he couldn't see anyone. Now that's strange, he thought. Nothing but sand and sea, until he turned his head however. Everything that happened next was a blur. Running from person to person, giving medical attention where needed. There was the guy whose leg was pinned, the pregnant lady, that stupid wanna-be-life guard. Then the unpleasant stitch up session with that girl-Kate was it?

      But that was two days ago. Jack sighed deeply and sat up. Looking around the beach he could see that everyone was starting to calm down, the initial shock of the crash finally wearing off. But at the same time the desperation was sinking in. Surely they should have been rescued by now...

      Claire, that pregnant woman, was doing okay, it must have been false labor. Everyone was pretty much fine except the man with the shrapnel. Jack wasn't sure he would make it. In fact, he would be quite surprised if the man was still around in a week.

     Jack stood up and got himself some water. He found himself staring, yet again, at the wreckage. It was difficult to come to terms with what had happened. Planes crashes are things that always happen to somebody else. Then again, we all are somebody else, to somebody else. Word seemed to have spread that he was a doctor so everyone seemed to rally around him. As he drank his water, a man with brown hair asked him if a minor scratch on his arm was fatal. Jack tried not to get frustrated as he assured this paranoid idiot of his health.

      People kept asking Jack for advice on what to do, when they should do it, and whether or not that scratch on their left arm was fatal or not. It was rather annoying. How did he end up on a plane filled with crazy hypochondriacs? Jack looked around at the people on the beach. He spotted that stupid life guard again with who he guessed was his girlfriend or sister. There was something about that guy that Jack hated. He didn't know why, but he gave him this uneasy feeling, and he decided early on to avoid that kid as much as possible. Maybe that was being a little unfair though, the kid just wanted to help. But when he handed Jack those pens, as if Jack would really stab that woman in the throat, Jack got this surge of emotion and hated the kid from then on. He was a little too eager, kind of like a lost puppy.

     The day had been bizzare enough without that whole tree shaking deal. He didn't even know what to make of that.The following day hadn't really been any better. That whole episode in the jungle with the pilot seemed like something from a cruddy movie. It was a little too surreal. And then that whole jungle monster attack. Jack must be going crazy, at least he hoped so. Or maybe he didn't, he didn't know which would be worse.

      At night fall, there were several bonfires lit up around camp and Jack found himself staring around at all the people. His eyes once again landed on the life guard, whose name he learned was Boone. A shiver ran down his spine and he turned away, that kid was such an idiot. Maybe though, just maybe, if he had a chance to prove himself he wouldn't turn out to be so bad. So he couldn't do CPR, big deal. Maybe he was a good person. Nah, Jack shook his head, idiot

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