Okay, so this story idea just came to me this afternoon while I was updating another story (sorry to you The Girl in the White Dress fans, I'll get that up by tomorrow). I know that this is very AU but I was just wondering how a story of Olitz being stranded on an island together would go and I decided to take a shot at it-it'll allow for some Olitz time together which they desperately need on the show, too. I might also throw in some themes/characteristics from the show Lost and the book The Lord of the Flies which are both also about people/kids stranded on an island, but this story won't be as extreme. So, here we go…

Chapter 1: Not Alone

Fitz wakes up to darkness and the echo of water dripping continuously. Only when he smells the damp, earthy scent of his surroundings does he remember that he's in a cave—his cave, the one he had inhabited as a central home for the last twenty-five days. He gets up, starting his daily morning routine of a good stretch and yawn before he sweeps aside the large tropical leaves that kept him hidden on a nightly basis from the rest of the island and its threats. He stands at the edge of the cave, rubbing his eyes and then looking out at the brilliant sun that he still was lucky enough to wake up to every day. He glances to his side and spots the tally marks of the number of days he's been there on the left cave wall. It had been thirty days as of last night since he'd been stranded on this island all alone. Thirty days since he woke up on the beach with no recollection of how he appeared there in the first place. The first few days had been difficult with trying to figure everything out and survive but he had quickly adapted to the island life, using some of the skills that he still remembered from his days in the Boy Scouts. To him, the club had been just a hobby he had enjoyed up to his teenage years but he never thought it save his life.

He continues with his daily routine by going to fetch some food and water. Since he had arrived there, he had been conjuring up fruity meals for himself that consisted solely of guavas. He loved guavas, but eat them every day for a month for every meal and you start to see them less as food and more of something that's just keeping you breathing. He had gotten tired of eating guavas everyday 3 weeks ago but if they were going to keep him alive until he found a way off this godforsaken island, then guavas were his best friend.

He normally got water first but he was abnormally hungry this morning for whatever reason. He shrugs it off, climbing down the large rocks that served as a sort of deformed staircase between his cave and the beach. When he hits the sand, as he starts walking his five-minute route to the guava tree he stares out at the currently serene ocean, marveling at its beauty and thinking that this was the only good part about being trapped on a tropical island by himself for thirty days. Unlimited and sole access to the beautiful waters. Maybe he'd go swimming later.

He rounds the corner to the guava tree and what he sees nearly knocks him off of his feet. He had been on this island all alone for a month with no sign of life except for a few wild animals here and there and much less other human life, but what he sees now blows all of his assumptions to dust. Because picking off guavas one by one and putting them into a roughly-woven wooden basket was a woman dressed in ratty jeans and an equally ratty tank top. He freezes in place and just stares at her for a full minute in shock, happiness, and curiosity that there's actually another human being on the island. He's not alone anymore. He wanted to be hopeful that she was part of some rescue team, that could airlift him out of there and give him some decent food, but by the look of her tattered clothes and no sign of technological equipment on her, not to mention the fruit picking, he doubts his hopes are true.

But as he continues to look at her, he sees that she's taking way too many of his guavas from the trees, which should've been enough to keep him well-fed for another month, but with amount she's stuffed into her basket, he'll be lucky to have enough for two weeks and he hadn't explored the island enough to find another tree. Why is she here?

He marches toward her cautiously, not sure of what to expect. He stops about fifteen feet away from her and stutters as he addresses her, "E-excuse me?"

At the sound of his voice, her head immediately flips around and he sees the expression of shock on her face that he probably had on his just a minute ago, but it quickly changes to disappointment and even sadness as she asks in an even tone, "Are you here for me?"

Fitz furrow his eyebrows at her and says, "Uh…no." It almost seemed like she was expecting someone, but why was she sad about it?

She looks confused as she asks, "You're not part of a rescue team?"

She had the same idea as him but alas they were both out of luck. "No."

In a swift motion, she reaches behind her back and pulls out a sharpened wooden stick, aiming it at him. "Then who the hell are you?"

He takes a few steps back, worried that she might come at him. He opens his mouth to say something but as he continues to stare back at her, he can't help but notice her appearance. He figured she was somewhere in her mid to late 20s and even though she looked pretty disheveled, she was beautiful, with mocha skin and nice, full lips that he found himself wanting to grace with a kiss. She had a big mess of curly hair that shaped her face perfectly and these gorgeous brown eyes that he felt he could stare into for ages. She was truly enchanting to him and didn't seem all that threatening, even with a sharp stick aimed at him, but she was probably scared and when people were scared they could do very crazy things. But he really didn't know anything about her at all—she could be a cold-blooded killer, though he doubted it.

"Answer me!" She tells him again, shoving the stick a little closer in his direction.

Fitz backs up even more, bringing his hands up in small indication of suggestive peace but he doesn't answer her just yet, deciding to stand his ground, "Well, hold on, you can't just show up here and start threatening me. I've lived on this part of the island for a while now, this is my guava tree, and I don't appreciate my only source of food being stolen by some random person. I wasn't even aware that there was anyone else on the island."

"So, you're all alone?" She asks him with a curious tilt of her head.

Fitz inwardly smacks himself for revealing that information. He knew now for sure that he wasn't alone and but that didn't necessarily mean he was safe. For all he knew, this woman could be from some vicious tribe or group of people that wouldn't treat loners like him so kindly. He realizes that he can still save himself. "Well, not exactly. I just wasn't aware that there were other people besides me and my…people," he says as convincingly as he can but he doesn't think that she buys it.

She cocks an eyebrow at him. "You and you're people? Where are they?"

"Like I'm going to reveal that information to you. It's beside the point. What I want to know is why you're stealing from my guava tree," he asks, trying to keep up the tough front.

"This tree doesn't belong to you."

"Yes, it does. The tree is on my part of the island, so its fruit is mine. Where are you from anyway?"

"Like you said, that's not for you to know. I need food and this was the closest source," she says, lowering her weapon and turning back to the tree to pick more fruit. He guesses his fearsome act must've failed since she doesn't see him as a threat anymore.

He tries at it one last time. "If you don't stop taking my food, I'm going to—"

"You're going to do what?" She gives looks back at him with a slight smirk on her face.

"I can hurt you," he bluffs.

"Then do it," she challenges, continuing to pick the guavas. "If you wanted to hurt me you would've done it by now."

Fitz sighs, deciding to acquiesce, seeing that he's not getting anywhere. "Look, I'll let you have some but you're taking way too many. This is my only food source and if you take too many, I won't last long here."

She stops picking and looks at him for a long while before asking, "How long have you been here?"

"30 days as of yesterday. What about you?"

"Mmm, 28 but I started counting a little later so I'm not sure. Could be more, could be less."

"Do you remember how you got here?"

She shrugs. "No, it's all been wiped from my memory. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my bed and then waking up here on the shore."

"Same for me. I remember coming home from work and then…I don't know, it's just blank after that. Sometimes I try to remember but I feel like the more I try, the more my mind tries to keep it all hidden from me. It's very frustrating and not as effective as I wish it was but trying to remember is the only thing I've thought of so far that can give me answers," Fitz says, wondering why he's being so open with her. Maybe it was the fact that they were possibly the only two people on this island and since he hadn't spoken to a single soul in a month, he was feeling rather talkative, but he also felt drawn to her in some other way that he couldn't put his finger on.

She nods, making eye-contact with before she throws her gaze to the ground but Fitz swears that he felt something when she looked into his eyes. "Well, I'm going to go now. I've still got a lot to do if I'm going to fight to survive another day," she says with a hint of sarcasm.

"Here," she says, beginning to unpack some guavas from her basket and put them down on the sand next to the tree. "I'll give ten of them back. You won't have to see me for another two weeks, maybe."

"No," Fitz says before he knows what's coming out of his mouth. "It's alright. I was just baby bitching around earlier. I can be cranky in the morning."

She laughs, making Fitz light up inside at her beautiful smile. "Baby bitching?"

He smiles back at her. "Yeah…it's just a phrase I sometimes use, but I was going to say that you can come back here as often as you please, as long as you don't bring any trouble with you," he tells her with a small smile which she returns. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you come here today? I mean, I assume you had a means of getting food before so what changed?"

"My main food source ran out. It was a mango tree. I've been searching for more food for days and this is the only one I've found," she says, gesturing to the guava tree.

He nods sympathetically, wondering how it must've felt to be wandering all over an unknown island, not knowing if you'd have another meal again. That would be him in a few weeks if he didn't find some other way of getting food, especially now that he had offered her some of his own. He had no reason as to why he was being so generous to this stranger. In life or death situations like this, it should be every man for himself, but he just felt the strange need to look out for her. Maybe it was just because he didn't want to be alone again. Maybe they could even be friends and set up an alliance. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that but like I said, if you ever run out again, you can have some of mine."

"You're very kind and I appreciate you sharing your food, but how do I know that you won't ambush me with your…people or whatever whenever I come?"

"I promise I, we'll, be on our best behavior," he tells her, not sure why he was still keeping up the lie about not being alone even though he was 90% sure she was too.

"Scout's honor," he promises, bringing up his right arm in a 90 degree angle and holding up three fingers and smiling at her

She raises her eyebrows at this and laughs again, letting out a melodious sound. "Alright, then, Mr. Scout. We'll see. Thanks for this fruit, though."

She says slinging her basket of guavas onto her back and tucking her sharpened stick into a sling around her body and turning her back on him. He wanted to ask her about how she wove that basket and made the sling and any other info about making supplies that she had. In fact, he just wanted to know more about her in general—anything she would tell, whether it was a hobby, a like or dislike, a job. She just intrigued him and he didn't know why. He wishes he could follow her but he was sure that would end with him getting a stick in his chest if she caught him. He would have to gain her trust first. He watches her as she reaches the tip of the forest and calls out to her before he can stop himself, "My name is Fitz, by the way. It's really Fitzgerald but everyone calls me Fitz."

She looks back at him and pauses for a few seconds before smiling and saying, "Well, nice to meet you, Fitzgerald. I'm Olivia." And she disappears into the forest.

I hope you liked this first chapter. Like I said before, this idea just came to me this afternoon so it's still a little rough around the edges but I wanted to just try out a first chapter. So, how do you think Fitz will gain Olivia's trust? How do you suppose they got on the island and why can't they remember? Do you think that they're alone on the island? Other thoughts? Please give me your feedback and thanks for reading!