I got the idea for this story while watching the James Gardner and Doris Day movie Move Over Darling. I don't own any of Janet's characters and I'm not making any money. Hope you like it.

It's been brought to my attention that I had Fiji placed in the Atlantic Ocean not the Pacific. So I have since updated that paragraph to read an island in the Atlantic Ocean instead of using the Fiji islands. Sorry for the error. I am just imagining what it would be like. Any and all mistakes are mine. Please read and review.

Stephanie's POV

Let me just say, being stranded on a deserted island is not much fun. I am Stephanie Plum, thirty (ahem) something years old and have been stranded on this beautiful, crappy island for a week now. Yes I know, seems impossible, but I have been living it. Let me try to explain.

It's been a year since Morelli and I called it quits for good. Let's just say we couldn't or wouldn't compromise on what the other wanted and needed. So we moved on. After that, Ranger and I started spending more time together. About 8 months ago Ranger and I finally admitted how we felt for one another and eloped. To the shock of everyone, we just decided to do what we wanted for us.

My father took it in stride and told Ranger "Don't hurt my Pumpkin, or you'll have to deal with me." He shook Ranger's hand and walked away mumbling something about finally having a grandson.

Ranger and I looked at each other and Ranger whispered to me "Only if or when you're ready, Babe. You let me know."

My mother was a different story. She went directly to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey she has kept hidden in the pantry. I went to the kitchen and found her sitting at the table. She was so deep in thought she didn't hear me come in. I sat down next to her and waited for her to come out of her trance.

She looked at me and asked "Are you happy?" I nodded yes. "OK, then. I want to get to know my new son in law." She smiled stood up and started to leave the kitchen. She stopped just short of the door, turned around and hugged me. "I am happy for you." She said.

My mother walked into the living room, approached Ranger as he stood up from the couch and pulled him into a hug. "Welcome to the family." she said.

Ranger replied "Thank you. I promise Helen, Stephanie's happiness is my first priority." My mother nodded and asked if we were staying for dinner. We said we'd love to and the evening continued from there. Grandma was in Atlantic City with her seniors group so the rest of the night was calm and quiet.

For six months we lived in wedded bliss. We decided to take our honeymoon later in the year so Ranger could move his schedule around and we could have two glorious weeks, uninterrupted. During that time Ranger planned two weeks on an island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Ranger wouldn't give me any information except that it's going to be tropical and to pack accordingly. We were so excited. As much as I hate to fly, I really wanted to get on that plane and be there as soon as possible.

Two months before we were set to leave, Lula was in a serious car accident. She almost died while having surgery from her injuries and Tank nearly lost it in the hospital waiting room. The moment he realized he could've lost Lula forever a light bulb went on over his head and he knew what he wanted and needed. Lula. She was his light. He needed her. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head. Ranger looked at him and said, "So you finally decided to pull your head out of your ass?" With that said, we laughed and Ranger and Tank shook hands. "I'm going to need some time off for my honeymoon" Tank said.

Six weeks after the accident, Lula was recovered and married to Tank in a small civil ceremony at the Justice of the Peace, with Ranger and me as witnesses. We had also decided to take a honeymoon together. The day before we were to leave Ranger received a phone call from the government. He and Tank were needed in Washington to testify on a case they were involved in a few years back. This case wasn't supposed to be going to trial for another three months, but that was how Washington did things, everything on their timeline. It would only take one day, and they would leave from Washington and meet us on the island the next day. We would all travel to the airport and leave on our separate planes first thing in the morning.

The next morning we went to the airport where Ranger and Tank surprised us with a private plane for our trip. Lula and I said goodbye to our men and boarded our plane. I was watching Ghostbusters on my private movie screen when the turbulence started. It wasn't bad at first, but progressively got worse as the minutes went on. The winds were unexpected and the storm we were going through wasn't supposed to be this bad. The next thing we knew the pilot said to prepare for a water landing. Lula and I were able to get our floatation devices just as the one flight attendant handed us the raft. She gave us instructions and moved forward to her seat near the cockpit. As she was walking up the aisle, she tripped and fell. She was bleeding from her head. I undid my seatbelt while Lula was screaming for me to sit down. I grabbed the flight attendant, lifted her into a seat and buckled her in. I was able to get back to my seat to buckle myself in before we hit the water. An odd calmness washed over me as I thought this is it, I am going to die in this plane. I started praying. I prayed for Ranger, asking God to keep him safe and healthy and to give him someone he could love and cherish as he does me. I also asked Him to watch over my family and friends. As we prepared to hit the water hard, we kind of landed. We didn't crash nose first into the water as hard as I expected, at the last minute the plane leveled and it seemed like we glided onto the water, like we had angel wings guiding us and keeping us safe. The pilot rushed past us and went to the back of the plane to open the door so we could get the life raft inflated on the water before the plane started to sink. With Lula's help, we were able to get the flight attendant to the back of the plane and in the raft. We got ourselves in there too and the pilot followed. The co-pilot didn't survive. It seems he had a heart attack while were flying and the pilot didn't want to alarm us with the news. We sat in the raft trying to give first aid to the flight attendant. Our pilot introduced himself as Chet Wilkerson and the flight attendant was named Alicia. They have been married for 2 years and decided to take one last dream vacation alone before they started a family. When this opportunity came up at the last minute they jumped at the chance to take it. Chet and Alicia were going to start on making a baby during this trip. Alicia started to wake up while we drifted. Chet was going through the supply bag looking for a transmitter. He explained it's like a GPS for the raft. That way, hopefully the search party will find us quickly.

"Lula, are you ok?" I asked

She looked at me with a very calm look on her face and said "Yeah, I am. I can't explain it, but while the plane was going down, just before we hit the water, I swear I felt arms wrap around me to keep me safe. I know that doesn't make sense, but I just can't explain it. I know we're going to be ok."

Chet looked from me to Lula, and nodded his head slowly. "I'm not sure what happened, but I know I didn't get the nose of the plane up by myself. I have been flying for over ten years and have never experienced anything like that. Although, I've never been in a plane crash before either." He said with a chuckle. Lula and I smiled and laughed.

Lula took a breath and then said "Of course, I'm not going to fly again for a long, long time, I can tell you that much."

I gave a small laugh. "I'm with you on that one. If I am anywhere near an airplane, I just might have to get my gun and shoot it. And you know how much I hate my gun."

"Damn skippy. Hey, you think Ranger and Tank will buy us a plane so we could shoot it just because we want to? I mean, we could have stress related issues after this and I'm going to need to relieve my stress somehow. If I take it out on Tank, I might break him. I don't want to break him this soon into our marriage." Lula asked.

"I think when they find us they will do almost anything we ask them to." I said seriously. "Of course, I will probably do anything Ranger wants too!"

"All right, white girl, let's get found. I have some big plans to make with my man." Lula said with a smile.

Chet listened to our chatter while holding his wife close. Alicia was still unconscious, but every once in a while she would moan. Her head injury stopped bleeding and we took that as a good sign. We drifted for almost twenty four hours. Alicia finally woke up sometime during the night. She was completely confused and disoriented, but she was starting to remember what happened. She looked at her husband and held onto him quietly crying. She was thankful they were alive, but the whole situation seemed so unreal. Once she calmed down and accepted the situation, she closed her eyes and relaxed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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