Lost - The John Locke School of Education
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Lost
Boone/var.
The John Locke School of Education
His anger is intense and white-hot; it licks at him like so many tongues, coursing through Boone like an orgasm, reckless and out of control. It loosens his muscles and makes his knees weak until he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stand on his own again. His eyes ache in their sockets, and his heart is pounding in his chest and his head; he can feel it everywhere. The fire is crackling around them, and Locke is just below him, and next to him, surrounding him and not even pretending to be afraid of him, and that burns in Boone’s gut all the way down.
His blood is rushing and Shannon's laughing and -– and he was so close. He was almost free of her for just that moment of time that she was dead, and he hates Locke for giving that to him, that momentary hope.
He hates Locke even more for taking it away.
He wants that sensation back –- he wants all those sensations back: anger, fear, relief, release. Freedom. He wants his life to be like that all the time.
He wants to be free of her, now.
After she’s gone, with Sayid, he turns back to Locke and finds himself being studied and considered. Nobody has ever looked at him the way Locke does –- like he counts.
His mother has always indulged him, and Shannon has just been tolerant, but Locke is looking at Boone as though he's actually worth something, and Boone wants that. He wants more of that.
“What do I do now?” he asks.
Locke inhales for several seconds and then exhales thoughtfully. “A wise man once said 'If I am not for myself, who will be for me?’" Then he gets up and claps Boone on the shoulder. “You have to be for yourself, Boone, because Shannon sure isn’t.”
“How do I do that?” Boone asks as Locke gathers his things and heads into the forest.
“You learn.”
And with that, Locke is gone and Boone is alone. Again.
*
Boone doesn’t sleep well. He’s anxious and restless, and Shannon isn’t there when he first lies down on their square of tarp and salvaged airline blankets. The Korean couple are whispering about something a few yards away, and Boone rolls over to block out the sounds of their conversation. Except instead of looking at the Korean people, now he’s facing where Jack sleeps, and unlike Boone, Jack doesn’t seem to be bothered by anything. His shirt is twisted under him as he sleeps and his exposed skin flickers gold and orange in the firelight. Boone wonders what it would be like to touch Jack. He wonders what it would be like to be with someone who doesn’t want him for anything else except him. He doubts very much that Jack is into men, but people are often nothing like the way they appear at first glance. He knows that very well -- after all, he was the one who crushed on Sayid first.
*
There’s something buzzing in Boone’s ear, and he swats at it before rolling over. His toes brush against Shannon’s thigh and he flinches away, but the buzzing remains. He opens his eyes when someone whispers his name, and something burns low in his gut when he looks up and finds Locke crouching next to him. Boone rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches as Locke motions impatiently for him to get up.
“Edison said that opportunity is missed by most people because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work.” Locke looks on as Boone gets to his feet and tries to get his bearings. It’s early. It’s way too early to be up, and it’s warm in the bed with Shannon. He wants to go back to sleep, but sleeping with Shannon isn’t the way forward, and he takes the bottle of water that Locke offers him gratefully.
“I know it’s early,” Locke says, leading Boone into the forest, “but we’ve got a lot to get done. Never be afraid to do work, Boone. Never be afraid to get dirty. Now I know back there, at home, people probably told you you were a good-looking boy, and so you didn't have to work that hard, but out here that doesn't matter.”
Boone stumbles slightly over roots and plants, trying to figure out where Locke is going with this. He’s not sure how he feels about Locke thinking he’s attractive –- if that’s what he said at all. Also, Boone's never used his looks to get ahead; he resents the implication, and he runs into Locke’s back when he stops suddenly.
Boone feels very awake with Locke peering down at him.
“Your looks aren’t going to save you from polar bears anymore than they're going to save your sister or Kate or Jack. You need to be aware, Boone.”
“Be aware of what?”
“Isn’t that the question?” Locke says before taking off again.
*
It’s raining in the forest. It’s been raining for two days, and Boone would be really happy if it would just stop. He’s wet and cold; his muscles ache from where he’s been trying to open the stupid hatch, and it’s just not opening. Locke isn’t helping; he’s just sitting there, watching Boone do all the work while he whittles something with a huge knife. “You know, I could use some help here,” Boone snaps, but Locke doesn’t even look up from his tasks.
“I could help you,” he admits, “or you could just take a break.”
Boone frowns, but Locke still isn’t looking at him, so instead he sits back and rubs his hands on his jeans. The soaked denim is uncomfortable, and his hands are sore. He needs a massage or something to help him relax, and he has a brief moment of wondering if anybody called Yooli to cancel his weekly appointment.
He looks up when Locke tosses something large and green his way. “The fruits of nature are the sweetest fruits you will ever find,” Locke says, and Boone just rolls his eyes as he breaks open the guava and begins to eat with his hands and mouth.
The rain washes away the mess on his face, and he listens half-heartedly as Locke talks. “I have a, uh, friend back where I come from, Helen. She's a smart woman. We used to talk all the time about what makes someone a good person, and I don't want you to think I'm saying she's smart for a woman, I'm just saying she’s smart. A lot of foolish people think that people are smarter or less intelligent just because of their gender or how they look. It’s not true. Remember that, Boone.”
Boone pauses in his eating, pink guava juice running down his chin. “I’m not sexist,” he says emphatically. “That’s not –- that’s not what this is about.”
“I know that and you know that,” Locke says, “but sometimes people forget that we’re all the same. Sometimes you have to remember that nobody’s any better than anybody else and that nobody can make you do something you don’t want to do. Love is just a trick people use to control other people.”
Boone blinks, but says nothing, holding the guava in his hands and waiting for the rest. There has to be a rest with Locke, there always is, and eventually it comes.
“Robert Frost said that education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence,” Locke pauses in his whittling. "I don't necessarily agree with that, but he makes a good point. I don't think that's education though, I think that's a matter of mind over matter, of learning that there are sheep and there are shepherds. What do you want to be Boone? A sheep or a shepherd?"
Boone answers automatically. “I want to be a shepherd.”
“You can do that -– but you have to stop being a sheep first.”
*
Boone's never had a mentor; he’s never had a strong father figure. His entire life he's been surrounded by his mother and her empire and Shannon and her issues; Shannon's father was never his father, he was just the guy who accompanied Boone's mom to whatever fundraiser/photospread/promotional enterprise she was undertaking at that time. Locke, though, Locke is different. He makes Boone do all the work while he sits around whittling and sharpening and teaching Walt how to throw daggers. There are some mornings when they don’t go into the forest, but most of the time that’s all they do.
Boone hears the whispers around the camp about how they never seem to come back with anything, even though they're always out there, just doing stuff. He knows what people are implying, but he's not surprised that nobody else understands. When Shannon corners him to ask; he just shakes her off and it feels... good.
It doesn’t feel as good when Jack corners him though.
Boone doesn’t need anybody to check on him, and Jack’s earnestness just grates him all wrong. Except that Jack is just -– he’s really hot, and the voices in Boone’s head can’t seem to come to a consensus about how to react. When Jack smiles and claps him on the shoulder, Boone doesn’t shake him off, instead he just smiles and nods his head.
The moment Jack leaves though, Locke appears, and Boone gets a strange itch on the flat of his hand. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling guilty all of a sudden, he hasn’t done anything wrong, but John stands there considering him for several long seconds before speaking. “How well versed are you in the Bible, Boone?”
“Um, I'm not, really. My family’s not that religious.”
“There’s a passage I like, Ezekiel 25:17: "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
Boone smiles. “That’s from Pulp Fiction; that's a really good movie.”
Locke shakes head in disgust. “It was from the Bible first,” he says before walking away.
*
It takes Boone three hours to find Locke, who's sitting on the beach with his legs folded in a semblance of one of Shannon’s yoga poses. He’s still a few feet away when Locke speaks out. "People assume that the quality of their decisions has to do with the time and effort they put into making them. That's not true. Time and effort have nothing to do with it. It's about listening to yourself and following your instincts. People do stupid things because they don't listen to their gut.”
Boone freezes when John turns around and eyeballs him hard. “Don’t make stupid decisions, Boone. Don’t think with your dick, think with your head.”
Boone supposes if someone had told him that a long time ago, he probably never would’ve wanted to fuck his stepsister, but instead of pressing the point, he turns around and goes back to camp.
He passes Sawyer and Kate arguing about something or other, and Charlie and Hurley doing whatever it is they do to pass the time. Shannon is flirting with Sayid near the waterfall when he comes into the camp, and he has to tamp down hard on the urge to push them both in the water and hold Shannon’s head under until she can’t hurt him anymore.
He’s not sure how long he stands there watching them, but eventually he turns around and walks away; and when Locke materializes next to him, Boone’s not surprised.
“Now you’re starting to get it,” Locke says. “We’ll make a man of you yet.”
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Lost
Boone/var.
The John Locke School of Education
His anger is intense and white-hot; it licks at him like so many tongues, coursing through Boone like an orgasm, reckless and out of control. It loosens his muscles and makes his knees weak until he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stand on his own again. His eyes ache in their sockets, and his heart is pounding in his chest and his head; he can feel it everywhere. The fire is crackling around them, and Locke is just below him, and next to him, surrounding him and not even pretending to be afraid of him, and that burns in Boone’s gut all the way down.
His blood is rushing and Shannon's laughing and -– and he was so close. He was almost free of her for just that moment of time that she was dead, and he hates Locke for giving that to him, that momentary hope.
He hates Locke even more for taking it away.
He wants that sensation back –- he wants all those sensations back: anger, fear, relief, release. Freedom. He wants his life to be like that all the time.
He wants to be free of her, now.
After she’s gone, with Sayid, he turns back to Locke and finds himself being studied and considered. Nobody has ever looked at him the way Locke does –- like he counts.
His mother has always indulged him, and Shannon has just been tolerant, but Locke is looking at Boone as though he's actually worth something, and Boone wants that. He wants more of that.
“What do I do now?” he asks.
Locke inhales for several seconds and then exhales thoughtfully. “A wise man once said 'If I am not for myself, who will be for me?’" Then he gets up and claps Boone on the shoulder. “You have to be for yourself, Boone, because Shannon sure isn’t.”
“How do I do that?” Boone asks as Locke gathers his things and heads into the forest.
“You learn.”
And with that, Locke is gone and Boone is alone. Again.
Boone doesn’t sleep well. He’s anxious and restless, and Shannon isn’t there when he first lies down on their square of tarp and salvaged airline blankets. The Korean couple are whispering about something a few yards away, and Boone rolls over to block out the sounds of their conversation. Except instead of looking at the Korean people, now he’s facing where Jack sleeps, and unlike Boone, Jack doesn’t seem to be bothered by anything. His shirt is twisted under him as he sleeps and his exposed skin flickers gold and orange in the firelight. Boone wonders what it would be like to touch Jack. He wonders what it would be like to be with someone who doesn’t want him for anything else except him. He doubts very much that Jack is into men, but people are often nothing like the way they appear at first glance. He knows that very well -- after all, he was the one who crushed on Sayid first.
There’s something buzzing in Boone’s ear, and he swats at it before rolling over. His toes brush against Shannon’s thigh and he flinches away, but the buzzing remains. He opens his eyes when someone whispers his name, and something burns low in his gut when he looks up and finds Locke crouching next to him. Boone rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches as Locke motions impatiently for him to get up.
“Edison said that opportunity is missed by most people because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work.” Locke looks on as Boone gets to his feet and tries to get his bearings. It’s early. It’s way too early to be up, and it’s warm in the bed with Shannon. He wants to go back to sleep, but sleeping with Shannon isn’t the way forward, and he takes the bottle of water that Locke offers him gratefully.
“I know it’s early,” Locke says, leading Boone into the forest, “but we’ve got a lot to get done. Never be afraid to do work, Boone. Never be afraid to get dirty. Now I know back there, at home, people probably told you you were a good-looking boy, and so you didn't have to work that hard, but out here that doesn't matter.”
Boone stumbles slightly over roots and plants, trying to figure out where Locke is going with this. He’s not sure how he feels about Locke thinking he’s attractive –- if that’s what he said at all. Also, Boone's never used his looks to get ahead; he resents the implication, and he runs into Locke’s back when he stops suddenly.
Boone feels very awake with Locke peering down at him.
“Your looks aren’t going to save you from polar bears anymore than they're going to save your sister or Kate or Jack. You need to be aware, Boone.”
“Be aware of what?”
“Isn’t that the question?” Locke says before taking off again.
It’s raining in the forest. It’s been raining for two days, and Boone would be really happy if it would just stop. He’s wet and cold; his muscles ache from where he’s been trying to open the stupid hatch, and it’s just not opening. Locke isn’t helping; he’s just sitting there, watching Boone do all the work while he whittles something with a huge knife. “You know, I could use some help here,” Boone snaps, but Locke doesn’t even look up from his tasks.
“I could help you,” he admits, “or you could just take a break.”
Boone frowns, but Locke still isn’t looking at him, so instead he sits back and rubs his hands on his jeans. The soaked denim is uncomfortable, and his hands are sore. He needs a massage or something to help him relax, and he has a brief moment of wondering if anybody called Yooli to cancel his weekly appointment.
He looks up when Locke tosses something large and green his way. “The fruits of nature are the sweetest fruits you will ever find,” Locke says, and Boone just rolls his eyes as he breaks open the guava and begins to eat with his hands and mouth.
The rain washes away the mess on his face, and he listens half-heartedly as Locke talks. “I have a, uh, friend back where I come from, Helen. She's a smart woman. We used to talk all the time about what makes someone a good person, and I don't want you to think I'm saying she's smart for a woman, I'm just saying she’s smart. A lot of foolish people think that people are smarter or less intelligent just because of their gender or how they look. It’s not true. Remember that, Boone.”
Boone pauses in his eating, pink guava juice running down his chin. “I’m not sexist,” he says emphatically. “That’s not –- that’s not what this is about.”
“I know that and you know that,” Locke says, “but sometimes people forget that we’re all the same. Sometimes you have to remember that nobody’s any better than anybody else and that nobody can make you do something you don’t want to do. Love is just a trick people use to control other people.”
Boone blinks, but says nothing, holding the guava in his hands and waiting for the rest. There has to be a rest with Locke, there always is, and eventually it comes.
“Robert Frost said that education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence,” Locke pauses in his whittling. "I don't necessarily agree with that, but he makes a good point. I don't think that's education though, I think that's a matter of mind over matter, of learning that there are sheep and there are shepherds. What do you want to be Boone? A sheep or a shepherd?"
Boone answers automatically. “I want to be a shepherd.”
“You can do that -– but you have to stop being a sheep first.”
Boone's never had a mentor; he’s never had a strong father figure. His entire life he's been surrounded by his mother and her empire and Shannon and her issues; Shannon's father was never his father, he was just the guy who accompanied Boone's mom to whatever fundraiser/photospread/promotional enterprise she was undertaking at that time. Locke, though, Locke is different. He makes Boone do all the work while he sits around whittling and sharpening and teaching Walt how to throw daggers. There are some mornings when they don’t go into the forest, but most of the time that’s all they do.
Boone hears the whispers around the camp about how they never seem to come back with anything, even though they're always out there, just doing stuff. He knows what people are implying, but he's not surprised that nobody else understands. When Shannon corners him to ask; he just shakes her off and it feels... good.
It doesn’t feel as good when Jack corners him though.
Boone doesn’t need anybody to check on him, and Jack’s earnestness just grates him all wrong. Except that Jack is just -– he’s really hot, and the voices in Boone’s head can’t seem to come to a consensus about how to react. When Jack smiles and claps him on the shoulder, Boone doesn’t shake him off, instead he just smiles and nods his head.
The moment Jack leaves though, Locke appears, and Boone gets a strange itch on the flat of his hand. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling guilty all of a sudden, he hasn’t done anything wrong, but John stands there considering him for several long seconds before speaking. “How well versed are you in the Bible, Boone?”
“Um, I'm not, really. My family’s not that religious.”
“There’s a passage I like, Ezekiel 25:17: "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
Boone smiles. “That’s from Pulp Fiction; that's a really good movie.”
Locke shakes head in disgust. “It was from the Bible first,” he says before walking away.
It takes Boone three hours to find Locke, who's sitting on the beach with his legs folded in a semblance of one of Shannon’s yoga poses. He’s still a few feet away when Locke speaks out. "People assume that the quality of their decisions has to do with the time and effort they put into making them. That's not true. Time and effort have nothing to do with it. It's about listening to yourself and following your instincts. People do stupid things because they don't listen to their gut.”
Boone freezes when John turns around and eyeballs him hard. “Don’t make stupid decisions, Boone. Don’t think with your dick, think with your head.”
Boone supposes if someone had told him that a long time ago, he probably never would’ve wanted to fuck his stepsister, but instead of pressing the point, he turns around and goes back to camp.
He passes Sawyer and Kate arguing about something or other, and Charlie and Hurley doing whatever it is they do to pass the time. Shannon is flirting with Sayid near the waterfall when he comes into the camp, and he has to tamp down hard on the urge to push them both in the water and hold Shannon’s head under until she can’t hurt him anymore.
He’s not sure how long he stands there watching them, but eventually he turns around and walks away; and when Locke materializes next to him, Boone’s not surprised.
“Now you’re starting to get it,” Locke says. “We’ll make a man of you yet.”
-end-
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:00 pm (UTC)“Your looks aren’t going to save you from the polar bear anymore than they're going to save your sister or Kate or Jack. You need to be aware, Boone.”
“Be aware of what?”
“Isn’t that the question,” Locke says before taking off again.
Perfect. And Awesome. Awesomely perfect, even *g*
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:04 pm (UTC)Boone's never had a mentor; he’s never had a strong father figure.
Huh. Yeah, that's it.
Your Locke dialogue kicks ass:
“Robert Frost said that education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence,” Locke pauses in his whittling. "I don't necessarily agree with that, but he makes a good point. I don't think that's education though, I think that's a matter of mind over matter, of learning that there are sheep and there are shepherds. What do you want to be Boone? A sheep or a shepherd?"
Boone answers automatically. “I want to be a shepherd.”
“You can do that – but you have to stop being a sheep first.”
I actually got freaked out here, because this sounds exactly like it would be from the show.
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Date: 2005-01-21 09:07 pm (UTC)Was that as good for you as it was for me then? I'd worried at one point that I was writing it all wrong and SK would say, 'yeah, no, re-write bitch!' but she said go, and everybody seems to like it, so that makes me happy :)
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:13 pm (UTC)Never. Of course, they're only about four years behind (http://www.livejournal.com/users/deeablo/193623.html). Hee! Behind.
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:18 pm (UTC)Edison said that opportunity is missed by most people because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work. I love this line - did Edison really say that?
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Date: 2005-01-21 09:11 pm (UTC)I believe he did, but I got the quote from somebody else so now I must go check because apparently I effed up somewhere else. Yes (http://www.deltachi.org/key-program/print/resources/print_scholasticsuccess.html), he did (http://vsbabu.org/tharunya/2002/09/23/words.html).
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:39 pm (UTC)I saw them there and talking, mainly because of the way you captured Lockes voice. That was just... creepily perfect. ::nods in awe::
loved it.
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:41 pm (UTC)oh, and Sark will appear in episode 6. I can't wait to see the sexy bastard :)
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Date: 2005-01-21 09:13 pm (UTC)All hail you for bringing me good news! Also, I'm glad you enjoyed this, thanks :)
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Date: 2005-01-20 10:09 pm (UTC)He hates Locke even more for taking it away.
He wants that sensation back – he wants all those sensations back: anger, fear, relief, release. Freedom. He wants his life to be like that all the time.
He wants to be free of her; he has to learn how.
After she’s gone, he turns back to Locke and finds himself being studied and considered. Nobody has ever looked at him the way Locke does –- like he counts.
That hit me like a punch to the gut, and expresses all the rage and confusion he still feels. And Locke's 'Shepherd or sheep' exchange was exactly what I could hear him say.
Thank you so much.
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Date: 2005-01-20 11:20 pm (UTC)He needs a massage or something to help him relax, and he has a brief moment of wondering if anybody called Yooli to cancel his weekly appointment. - So very, very Boone.
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Date: 2005-01-20 11:27 pm (UTC)[/end muttering]
Do you know that this is what the third or fourth time (HP, LOTRips, now island fic) you have sucked me into a new fandom? (Ok, it's really might fault for having no willpower and clicking on the little lj-cut, but that's a minor detail *g*)
So I thought this was great, great Locke voice, you should be writing on the show, etc., but YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS. *face palms*
And pimpage yay! Ok I am scanning the cards....
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:22 am (UTC)And this just cracked me up:
Boone smiles. “That’s from Pulp Fiction; that's a really good movie.”
Locke shakes head in disgust. “It was from the Bible first,” he says before walking away.
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Date: 2005-01-21 09:23 pm (UTC)*cracks up* I'm not a Boone person either, but I'm loving how fucked up he clearly is. You should write about it...
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Date: 2005-01-24 06:18 pm (UTC)Your icon is fucking priceless.