A/N: Yay to my first fanfiction of White Collar! I just started this story during my second hour, so I thought I should upload it! I hope you enjoy it; this is only the first chapter. If you like it, please review!

Disclaimer: If I owned White Collar, there wouldn't be just 'close calls', Kate would miraculously come back to life, and Neal would constantly be kidnapped, tortured, or put in other dangerous situations.

Stranded

A White Collar FanFic

Chapter 1~ Crash Landing

Neal gasped as a hand grabbed him from behind, squeezing his nose closed and covering his mouth. Neal and Peter had calmly entered a plane to be flown to see an informant only a couple hours ago. Neal struggled as another pair of hands wrapped a rope around him, securing him to his seat. Black spots began to form in Neal's vision. As he began to lose consciousness, he glanced over and saw Peter knock down one of their attackers. Neal's head dipped, and he fell into darkness.

Peter landed a right hook on his attacker. The goon fell to the floor, blood spurting from his nose. Peter glanced over to Neal. His head was dipped slightly in unconsciousness, the goon still holding his nose and mouth to ensure a death blow. Peter pulled out his gun hastily, but the two goons were faster, jumping from the plane. Looking out the window, Peter saw their parachutes engage. Their plane had gone terribly off-track. They seemed to be over some body of water, a dangerous-looking island in the distance.

Turning to Neal, Peter knelt down in front of the young man he now called his friend. "...Sorry Neal." He muttered before harshly slapping Neal in the face. His head snapped back, his eyes shooting open wide in surprise, and a little bit in pain.

Neal looked around in confusion. "Wha- Peter? The goons- they were-" he stopped, a bit breathless.

Peter worked on getting Neal untied from his seat. "Don't worry. They're gone- they escaped from the plane." Peter pulled the rest of the rope away from Neal, setting it on the floor. Neal stared absently out the window. Peter stood and set his hand on Neal's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Are you alright?"

Neal ignored the question and pointed out the window, a worried expression on his face. "Peter- look!" A billow of dark smoke was flowing from the wing of the plane. Neal stood up and yanked open the pilot's door. Black smoke collided into his face, blinding him temporarily. Ignoring Peter's yells to stop, Neal ran into the cock pit. The pilot was slumped over the controls, dead.

Neal turned back to the door. "P-e-t'r-" He coughed harshly and fell to his knees. The smoke was too much- Neal was having trouble breathing. The plane crashed into something solid, causing Neal to fall forward. He couldn't take it any longer- the smoke was clogging his lungs. Neal's eyes began to close sluggishly. The last thing he saw before the darkness was bright orange and red flames...

A/N: So, what d'ya think? Please review if you want me to continue!

Luv Trinaluv:)