Author: magikhands
Rating: ADULT/ Slash/UC
Category: Crossover Lost/Roswell
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lost or Roswell. I just love their men
Summary: Boone finds out the mystery behind the metal hatch that he and Locke found.
Warning: There are scenes of character deaths
AN: This is for Yelsir since he threw the idea out there one night during a chat. As I pondered the picture of these two men together and how in the world to get one on this island in the middle of nowhere, an idea formed. I do have to place a warning here for those who usually read my work. This is actually a story with angst, sex and a few surprises. I don't know how it will do on this board so fb is ALWAYS welcomed. This is my first X-over.
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Chapter 1
Boone sat down on the piece of grassy ground and let out a sigh. He looked at the large metal hatch and shook his head. He didn’t think that they would ever get into it. He and Locke had been coming out here for over a week, digging and trying to find a way in, since they had found it. So far, without any major tools, they had gotten nowhere. No one else even knew it was out here. It was just their secret.
In the quiet of the woods, Boone heard a click from the metal near him and then a hissing noise. He jumped up and looked down at the hatch. They had found no handle to open it but suddenly it was starting to move, knocking the dirt free from it. Fear rushed through Boone as he looked around only to find that he was alone. Locke had gone back to the beach for some supplies. Determined to make progress today, Boone had said that he would stay behind and keep working with the meager tools that they had brought with them.
His fear increased as the hatch lifted more, the hissing sounding louder. Boone picked up the small shovel that they had made and held it ready, waiting for someone or something to emerge from the hatch. The metal stopped moving and the sound stopped. He stood there for several minutes and waited, his heart pounding wildly. He was a businessman, not a fighter. He rarely fought growing up in his pampered life and only since crashing on this damned island did he start learning to defend himself. He was tired of being the wuss and was determined to become tougher. But at that moment, his fear had his feet frozen to the ground. He could neither run nor move closer.
Boone held his breath and waited. There was no sound except for the normal sounds of the jungle. Taking a deep breath, he forced one of his feet forward. It felt heavy like lead but he managed to take step after step until he was right in front of the metal that lay in the ground. He stopped and waited, listening. Nothing moved, nothing sounded. He used the end of the shovel and gently pried the metal open, it moved easily.
Boone looked around again before bending down and pulling up on the hatch. He took a step back and raised the shovel, ready for whatever jumped out but nothing did. He stepped forward and cautiously peered down. He found a metal ladder on the side of the hole that led down into darkness. Boone stepped back and looked in the direction that Locke went back to the beach. He briefly wondered if he should wait for the other man to return.
But as he looked down into the blackness, Boone felt that he had to go and see what was down there. He felt drawn to it, as if something deep inside called to him. Beckoned him down to discover its mystery. It was as if the thing waited for him to be alone to disclose its secrets.
Taking a couple of supplies, including a flashlight he carried, Boone carefully started down the iron ladder. Halfway down, he had to turn on the flashlight but it was not very strong and did not penetrate far into the darkness but he kept on with his descent. When he finally reached the bottom, he carefully swept the light around him but he saw little. The temperature down here was a lot cooler than the moist heat outside. He didn’t know if it was the temperature change or the creepiness of the place that sent shivers through his body.
There was a loud clanking sound above him that made him look up. He watched as the hatch closed on it own and then a loud click sounded, indicating that it had locked back. Boone turned and took hold of one of the iron rungs with his hands and prepared to climb back up when dim lights turned on around him. He looked behind and found also that a rainbow of color of lights lit; some steady while others flashed on what looked to be consoles.
Boone let go of the ladder and slowly walked up to the console. The dim lights allowed him better view of where he stood and found that it was a large cavern. There were still corners that were filled with dark shadows and his eyes kept darting toward them, unsure if anyone or anything would jump out from them. He looked down at what looked like a control panel and found strange symbols etched on the metal however these glowed brightly up at him.
He looked up and watched as a black cone, the tip almost touching the ground, slowly lit. Boone gasped and stepped back from the strange contraptions. The cone had turned into a swirl of lights, a mixture of purple, white and black but that was not what gave him the shock. Inside the cone was a male curled up in a fetal position. The man had his back to Boone and all he could see was that he had long dark hair.
Boone felt pulled to the man that lay literally floating inside the strange object, the colors swirling around him. He was fascinated by how such a thing could happen. He stepped toward the device again, this time sidestepping the console so that he could stand right next to the cone. Boone looked up at the man. He looked young and he could see a tattoo on his right shoulder. There was a small upside down triangle in the middle with two swirls going in opposite directions around it. It looked a little like a rough drawing of a whirlwind pattern.
Thoughts of who this man was or rather what he was entered Boone’s mind. As he stood there observing quietly the figure, he ached to see the man’s face. Would he look human, is he human? Boone raised a hand and reached out. He didn’t know why but he felt as if he HAD to touch it. He feared yet anticipated what would happen when he touched it. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling. It was as if he was being led to do this.
When Boone’s fingers touched the smooth surface, he felt that it was vibrating. A hum filled the room but still he could not remove his hand. The vibration ran through his hand, up his arm and into rest of his body. He moaned at the sensations that it caused. It was a very pleasurable feeling and had to close his eyes. His breath quickened as the pleasure built inside. Another moan escaped his throat as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He’d never felt anything like this before.
Suddenly a bright light appeared, filling the cavern. The strange vibrations caused Boone to cry out as his pleasure exploded. His could no longer hold his weight causing him to fall to his knees, finally breaking contact with the device. His breath still labored, he opened his eyes and found that the man who had been floating in the cone now lie before him on the floor.
TBC...