Christmas fic for janie_tangerine
Title: Castles in the Air
Summary: Boone and Walt pass the time. Gen.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine.
Merry Christmas to:
janie_tangerine .
Author’s note: Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Boone’s first impulse, when Walt asks him, is to say no. He never liked sand castles, and he’s no good with kids, and he tells Walt as much. But instead of shuffling away looking mad or insulted, like Boone expected, Walt looks at him with contempt. “Don’t see what else you’re gonna be doing all day.”
“Helping John.”
“No you aren’t. He’s too busy with Claire.”
He’s no use to Jack, that’s become clear enough, or even to Sayid or Kate. “I’ll spend the day with Shannon, then.”
Walt snorts. “What, when you spend every night with her?” Boone feels his pulse and his breath begin to rise: Have they been too loud? Will Walt, somehow, bring everyone to know? But the boy continues without waiting for a response: “Seems like you two don’t even like each other in the first place.”
Boone wants to pick a fight, he’s itching for one he can win, but he can’t start one with a ten-year-old. He wouldn’t hold much of a chance up against John or Michael once they stepped in, either. “Fine,” he says, not bothering to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “Where do you want to build?”
Walt points to a spot down the beach, and Boone settles down to start building. Walt has an exact idea of how he wants the castle to look, complete with moats and towers and defensive walls. Boone’s just as glad to have the instructions; otherwise, he’d just be pressing sand together at random. When the kid’s not giving directions, he asks Boone questions: What did you major in in college? Are you better at playing regular football or American football? Do you miss your mom? Boone doesn’t know why he doesn’t just tell Walt it’s none of his business, or ask him the same questions in return, but he doesn’t.
The castle is finished before he knows it. “Wait here,” Walt says, and Boone does, without asking. Soon enough Walt’s back with two handfuls of seaweed and little shells from the Koreans, and John and Michael have come over to admire the work. Shannon compliments it too. She sneaks in a few digs at Boone that Walt probably doesn’t understand, and Boone tells himself to ignore them. He’s got things to take up with her, but he’d be better off to wait.
“Tide’s coming up again,” Walt says. “If Vincent doesn’t come knock all this over first.”
“It’s all right,” Michael says, smiling, sounding confident. “I bet you can build an even better one tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Boone says, almost without intending it. “I bet we can.”
**Image credit: stranded at lost-forum
Summary: Boone and Walt pass the time. Gen.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine.
Merry Christmas to:
janie_tangerine .
Author’s note: Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Boone’s first impulse, when Walt asks him, is to say no. He never liked sand castles, and he’s no good with kids, and he tells Walt as much. But instead of shuffling away looking mad or insulted, like Boone expected, Walt looks at him with contempt. “Don’t see what else you’re gonna be doing all day.”
“Helping John.”
“No you aren’t. He’s too busy with Claire.”
He’s no use to Jack, that’s become clear enough, or even to Sayid or Kate. “I’ll spend the day with Shannon, then.”
Walt snorts. “What, when you spend every night with her?” Boone feels his pulse and his breath begin to rise: Have they been too loud? Will Walt, somehow, bring everyone to know? But the boy continues without waiting for a response: “Seems like you two don’t even like each other in the first place.”
Boone wants to pick a fight, he’s itching for one he can win, but he can’t start one with a ten-year-old. He wouldn’t hold much of a chance up against John or Michael once they stepped in, either. “Fine,” he says, not bothering to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “Where do you want to build?”
Walt points to a spot down the beach, and Boone settles down to start building. Walt has an exact idea of how he wants the castle to look, complete with moats and towers and defensive walls. Boone’s just as glad to have the instructions; otherwise, he’d just be pressing sand together at random. When the kid’s not giving directions, he asks Boone questions: What did you major in in college? Are you better at playing regular football or American football? Do you miss your mom? Boone doesn’t know why he doesn’t just tell Walt it’s none of his business, or ask him the same questions in return, but he doesn’t.
The castle is finished before he knows it. “Wait here,” Walt says, and Boone does, without asking. Soon enough Walt’s back with two handfuls of seaweed and little shells from the Koreans, and John and Michael have come over to admire the work. Shannon compliments it too. She sneaks in a few digs at Boone that Walt probably doesn’t understand, and Boone tells himself to ignore them. He’s got things to take up with her, but he’d be better off to wait.
“Tide’s coming up again,” Walt says. “If Vincent doesn’t come knock all this over first.”
“It’s all right,” Michael says, smiling, sounding confident. “I bet you can build an even better one tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Boone says, almost without intending it. “I bet we can.”
**Image credit: stranded at lost-forum