The Impossible

Chapter Nine

Before you begin..

Note: This is short, but it's still the last chapter, just to warn you. I'm summing up all of Boone's flashbacks in this, and leaving it off with one big cliffhanger..BIG. I hope:)

Disclaimer: "The Impossible" was performed by Joe Nicholas, and sorry, but I'll still have to get back to you on a writer. Some of the lyrics are bellow, and the rest at the end. Read them, and see if the title of this story makes sense now.

Then there was my junior year

Billy had a brand new car

It was late, the roads were wet

I guess the curve was just to sharp

I walked away without a scratch

They brought the helicopters in

Billy couldn't feel his legs

They said he'd never walk again

But Billy said he could and his mom and daddy prayed

And the day we graduated, he stood up and said..

The slamming of the door made dust fly from where Boone had long ago forgotten to clean. Boone felt himself slowly crash, and he lost his balance, falling against the door, where he held his head against it, and was embarrassed when he felt himself crying. But his silence was interrupted by an outbreak of yells downstairs. He didn't try and make out anything that was said before running his arm across his face, throwing open the door, and running downstairs, only to realize that he was too late.

"Mom?" He stated slowly, moving towards his mother who was fallen against the front door, banging against it.

He looked around for Shannon, his fifteen year old sister, and found her standing, frozen, by the stairwell, with tears running down her face.

"Shannon-" Boone began, but never got to finish.

Shannon took one good look at him before turning, and running as fast as her heels could carry her to her room.

"Mom?" Boone tried again, moving towards her.

Turning towards him for the first time, Boone noticed that her face was worse than Shannon's, though still streaked with the same tears, but unlike Shannon, his mom didn't turn him away. Instead, she just held her arms open, and Boone felt himself move uncontrollably through space towards her, and she took him in a motherly hug, embracing him, and Boone wasn't able to stop himself from holding back, as he cried softly into her shoulders.

(Space)

Boone turned a final time and found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun, planted right in between his eyes.

"Freeze," a murderous voice said as he was pushed back against a tree.

When he was as far back as he could go, the gun lowered a bit, and the cruel face of Marcell came into view.

"Did you tell him?" He demanded in a dry voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Boone said, eyeing the gun.

"What you found in the plane," Marcell said, slurred, "the drugs. Did you tell anyone?"

"This whole thing-" Boone said, struggling, "was about the drugs?"

He had apparently struck a nerve, because the next thing Boone knew, a gun was being swung towards his face, but this time, Boone saw it coming, and grabbed the gun, leaving himself in a stand off with Marcell, who was stronger than Boone, but not as keen. He'd have to thank Locke for passing on the skills later. In the meantime, Boone finally managed to twist Marcell's arm around, and the next thing he knew, a shot was being fired.

(Space)

Boone hated his job. Absolutely hated it. He hated being inside all day, he hated the kids, and he hated the water. Especially today. The universe had decided to drop a massive headache on Boone just in time for the final finals at school. It was a month after the wreck, and a month after Gordon had left the family. Since then, Shannon had became uncharacteristically distant, had made knew friends that Boone knew were no better than the guys who had gotten him drunk that night at the party, and his mom did nothing but over work herself.

Now Boone sat in a lifeguard chair over looking a pool of wild kids, seven and ten year olds enjoying a day of fun off from school. Fun for them anyway. Sighing, Boone overlooked the waters for a dozenth time, and his heart stopped at the sight of a body in the water. Floating on top. As Boone's eyes widened, so did the area around the body, and the sounds of the other kids laughing and screaming died out as the water surrounding the body grew a deep blood red. Boone glanced around frantically, only to find that no one else seemed to even notice the body.

Realizing it was left up to him, Boone dived into the water, causing eyes to gaze upon on him, and the liquid red overtook him as he realized- it was clear. Coming up from the water, Boone gasped for air as if he had been strangled, and looked around, praying that someone else had seen what he had. But all he received back were stares.

An hour later, Boone sat on a bench in the lobby of the YMCA he worked at, with a towel drooped over his bare, moist shoulders, and wet hair dangling in his eyes. Someone had told one of the heads of the building what had happened, and Boone had been pulled away from work(though he had protested a million times that he was fine) and had been sent to be checked up on in first aid. When proven okay, the doctor had called his girlfriend, Elaine, to come and pick him up. Boone had never been more embarrassed in his life.

"How're holding up?" A soft, female voice asked as he heard footsteps approach.

Boone looked up to see Elaine walking his way, car keys in one hand and a purse he had bought her for her last birthday slung over her shoulder. She was dressed maturely, unlike most LA teens, especially those about to graduate from high school, and that's why Boone liked her so much: she wasn't like other girls. Elaine now wore tight but comfortable dark blue jeans, brown healed sandals, and an Asian pattern top, along with a choker of the Japanese number twenty-three he knew her father had left her before going into the army.

"I feel like an idiot," Boone said dully.

Elaine invited herself to sit down next to him, and looked at Boone, though he never looked back.

"They told me what happened," Elaine said, "do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Boone said, maybe a little too soon, "I don't."

"Then let me drive you home," Elaine offered, "we can't sit, watch a movie, whatever, and then maybe you'll have changed your mind."

Boone continued to stare at the ground, listening to her, and didn't respond until absoulty necessary.

"All right."

(Space)

Stepping back, Boone looked in horror at what he had done. Before him lay a man he didn't even know, a man who could've been anyone. So what if he was a 'bad guy'? Maybe he had a wife, family, or even a little seven year old blonde headed daughter. But it didn't matter now. Marcell was dead. Dead as a doornail.

Two weeks following the mishap at the Y, Boone and Elaine were walking down the streets of LA. Elaine had just told a joke and Boone did the best he could to laugh back at it. They had gone to lunch at a brand new bar and grill, owned by some French man named Rousseau, and the only thing he had talked about was his daughter, Alex. From what Boone could make of it, the man's wife had left him eight years ago, ending up in some whacked ship disappearance in the South Pacific. Afterwards, Elaine had stopped and gotten herself a sundae at an ice cream parlor. She had offered to buy Boone some, but he had turned it down, feeling unusually ill that day.

A car whizzed by them, and Boone had to jump back onto the pavement to avoid being hit. He looked up, stopping to catch his breath, but he experienced the feeling of his heart stopping for the second time. A few yards ahead of him, secreted in the crowd, was a little blonde headed girl, no older than seven, staring at him, and the most appalling thing about her was that she was covered with blood, that dripped from a wound on her head down. He suddenly felt dizzy, and stumbled a little, causing Elaine to drop her dessert to catch him, though she didn't seem to be worried about the melting cream on the ground at all.

"That's it," she said, helping Boone up, "you're going to see someone."

Boone wanted to say that he was fine, but couldn't as he just continued to stare straight forward until he realized- the girl had disappeared.

(Space)

The path to the hatch seemed longer than Boone remembered, and he didn't mind at all, not even really wanting to go there. He only went because it was the only place he knew to go. Boone had to admit that he was afraid of facing Locke, knowing that he might lose it at any moment, and didn't want to be a burden to the old man who was only a victim himself. So of course Locke was the first person he ran into.

"Boone-" Locke said, meaning to begin a statement, but stopped at the sight of the boy, "what happened? Is anything wrong?"

"No," Boone muttered, "my life is perfectly fine."

"Good," Locke said, smiling, deciding not to take the time to get the truth out, "because I've got something I want to show you."

Locke didn't give time for Boone to ask questions(or maybe that was exactly what he wanted to avoid) as he headed down the same path Boone had started, to the hatch.

(Space)

"I don't get it," Boone complained as they reached the site, "I've seen the hatch a hundred times. What's the difference now?"

Not answering him, Locke just stared straight forward, smiling more than Boone had ever seen him smile before. He didn't think Locke could've been happier if they were rescued. Boone cocked his eyebrows in confusion, and then followed Locke's gaze down to the hatch- which was open. The steel door topped with a plate glass window had now slid to the side, now leaving a large, black whole in the mud. Stepping closer, Boone strained for a better look, and saw that Locke had already placed a makeshift ladder down the side for someone(most likely them) to climb down.

"But-" Boone searched for the words, "how- when? We've been working on this thing for months."

He glanced towards Locke.

"It just- opened?"

"I think that that has the right to remain a mystery on its own," Locke said, and continued before giving Boone a chance to protest, "what's more important is what's down there."

"Have you looked?" Boone asked, not helping but to feel a little cheated.

"No."

The answer took Boone by surprise.

"But- why?" Boone stammered.

Locke looked directly at Boone, with a look a proud father would give a son.

"Because," Locke said in a much lighter tone than before, "I wasn't the only one who sat here for four weeks digging this thing out."

Boone broke the glance from Locke, and then looked back down, not sure how he should take what Locke was saying. Would Locke still be just as proud if he had known what Boone had just done, that he was once again, and still just that, a murderer? He had little time to ponder the thought when Locke broke the silence.

"What do you say?" Locke asked Boone, in a tone that didn't really give Boone a choice.

"Let's go," Boone said at last, after a pause.

Locke smiled.

"Let's go," he said, and stepped down into the tunnel, carefully beginning the journey down the ladder.

Taking one last look around the island, part of him wondering if he'd ever see it again, Boone took a deep breath to ready himself, and stepped down to follow Locke.

Unsinkable ships sink

Unbreakable walls break

Sometimes the things you'd think would never happen

Happen just like that

And unbendable steel bends

And when the fury of the wind is unstoppable

I've learned to never underestimate

The impossible..

Author's Note: THE END! Haha, evil aren't I? The 'finale' fic is going to be in two parts, I think. The first is "The Regulators" and will be Jack-centric. The next, I'm not sure of the title, and I think I'll have it multi-centric, but some of it won't be on the island. (hint, hint). I'll try and get that up as soon as I can. Sorry I've been slow on updating, but my internet thinks it's funny to just quit working whenever it wants. Thank you EVERYONE for reviewing! You guys have no idea how much the reviews and things you say mean to me! Just to answer a few..

Crazyhorsegirl88: I considered having Locke in the flashbacks, but when Locke was telling Boone in a former fic(if you read it) he says that he's been following Boone around for eight years, but it's obvious that Boone had never seen him. Marcell stole the key, by the way, but the other castaways don't know that..

Whirlwind-2005: Thanks for catching yourself up with my series! Hopefully you understand it. Any questions, just ask! Glad you like it! Sadly, that's the last of Sawyer's headaches, but not the last of Sawyer's!

Okay, the 'finale' fic may or may not be in two parts. It may just be one big fic, but here's some hints to the future of it:

1. The raft will sail, but it won't get far.

2. I really like what I've done with the hatch, well, kind of, and hopefully you will too, especially you Harry Potter fans(hint, hint).

3. In the last chapters on the island, there will be a breakup(I think on that one) make-up, and a just plain heartbreak. Two sets of lovers will find themselves at peace as they depart, but another will be forced to separate.

4. You wont see the rescue coming- I promise. I'm trying to make it to where it sneaks up on you. Could be second chapter, could be last.

5. The Locke/Boone thing will be resolved as much as I can get it.

6. I'll take my best shot at the number thing, but I'm not guaranteeing much!

7. Both Locke and Boone will make it off the island.

8. Who opened the hatch? He's under twenty, super short, and super freaky.

Yep, I have no life. Oh well, yall seem to like it, so, yeah. I have a three day weekend, so hopefully I'll get a lot done, if time and my internet cooperate.

The Regulators:

Just as Locke and Boone disappear, so does Kate's case, and when a dead survivor turns up, things get ugly. Real ugly. And in the second part of the 'finale' the raft sets sail, but doesn't get far, leaving an injured survivor that needs Jack's medical attention. Only problem is, Jack doesn't think or believe that he can give he/she/it that, and along with this comes a confession about a past connection between two survivors. Oh, and by the way, the title's kind of a hint to the hatch, but don't take the word's meaning to seriously, the title comes from a Stephen King, um..Richard Bachman story. Oh, and did I mention that Claire's going to deliver her baby? Forgot to add that! (In my fic, she hasn't delivered yet..and no, Jack won't be the one to deliver.

You can tell that I have no life, can't you? Lol. Oh well. Thanks again SO MUCH and I'll try and have the next fic up ASAP!

YALL ROCK! Until next time..

October Sky