Originally posted by chaveztodds

Pairing: Shannon Rutherford x Reader

Characters: Shannon Rutherford

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Could you please do a Lost imagine for Shannon where she’s scared on the island and so you stay up with her at night and comfort her Thanks            

Word Count: 436

Author: Charlotte

Every night it seemed impossible to get through on the island. It was a hard life to live, being trapped on an island without anyone you love knowing that you were alive since you had crashed there a few weeks prior. You hadn’t spent too much time with anyone, hoping you would soon be found and be able to go home sooner rather than later however it didn’t seem like that was the case.

You lay in what had become your tent. It wasn’t much of one to be fair. No ones were. You had some tarpaulin thrown over an overhanging branch, to shelter you from the weather with two pillows from the airplane seats as a makeshift bed. The weather beat everyone down over night, as emotions ran higher without the sun to entertain and distract you all.

Trying to fall asleep, hoping your dreams would be more pleasant than life but something stopped you. Not just the cold and the fact you wanted to be at home, but you could hear sobs coming from the tent that was placed next to yours. You didn’t want to get involved but it saddened you to know someone was handling life on the island worse than you.

Sneaking out of your tent, you made your way to the one next to yours. As there was nothing to knock to notify that you were there, you paused for a moment.

“Are you okay?” You whispered to the person inside the tent.

“Yes,” the tearful voice responded.

“Can I come in?” You asked.

“Yes.”

You opened the tarp, crawling into the small tent that the woman occupied. It was the young blond woman whom you knew as Shannon. You didn’t know too much about her, only that she had been travelling with her brother Boone.

“You don’t seem okay.”

It took a little talking to get her to tell you what was wrong along with why she was crying. She seemed reluctant to show any form of weakness, but sadness wasn’t necessarily a weakness, everyone had reason to be sad on this island.

“I’m scared. I don’t think that I can survive on this island. I thought we’d be saved by now, but we are stuck here for god knows how long,” she said through her tears.

You gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “Everyone is scared. It is a scary place however we can survive it. I promise. All we have to do is stick together.”

A small smile appeared through her tears.

“Thank you.”