Disclaimer: I still don't owe anything but those words.

Hey everyone...Ok, this is not the new story I'm working on, but I had a block and scuby gave an assignement which was supposed to be a one shot...but mojo decided otherwise...so I don't know how to write a one shot...sue me.

It's a C/S, so if you don't like, don't read.

Enjoy

So ;)

ps: scuby, thanks for helping me out and giving me back my flow. ;)

Sorry everyone I keep reposting the chap and I'm doing it awkwardly. There's no chap 2 yet...I'm still writing it. :P

For the last time, we're not lost!

By SoFrost

"For the last time, we're not lost," Sara exclaims for the fourth time with a growl of exasperation.

I snort, she's got to be kidding. I know she's stubborn but at some point, one should be able to recognize their mistakes. We've been circling around in the middle of nowhere Nevada for the past hour and a half. Yet Sara is adamant on telling that we're not lost.

"Yeah, let me guess you're enjoying the landscape so much that you can't bring yourself to go back home?" I say with evident sarcasm.

"You're overreacting, okay, we're just…a bit off the road…" she explains.

"What road, Sara? We left it more than an hour ago!"

"Listen, I need to focus okay, and I can't do that if you go hysterical on me," Sara replies firmly.

"We are lost."

"We are…"

"Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, close to everywhere and anywhere, Nevada, USA, Earth... the GPS is down…"

"And thanks to your thoughtfulness we don't have any map…"

"Hey, I told you I didn't think I'd need a map since I have the GPS!"

"And now you know why you can't always rely on technology…"

"You got us lost, Sara! Not the technology!"

"I follow the path we had taken to go the scene, I must have missed a turn at some tree…they all look alike!" she hits the wheel with the palm of her hand. "Look, you're not helping!"

"We are lost," I repeat pettily.

"We are not lost!"

"Oh yeah, and what do you call making circles and circles in the middle of the desert?

"Crop circle," she says flatly. Is she taking a piss at me? "I'm making crop circles, the geek in me decided to come out and play and now I'm trying to communicate with the 'outside'," she uses that voice that irritates me.

"Really spiritual, and helpful. You know what? If you're not…whatever..." I sigh with a growl, this is pointless. "Stop the car," I ask her bluntly.

"What?"

"Stop the car," I repeat, she complies and as soon as we come to a halt I step out of the vehicle.

"Wait, where are you going?" she asks.

"I'm going to try to contact the mothership!" I wave my cell phone at her an answer sharply with an unpleasant tone. She winces at me as if to say 'bite me'.

Great. Just freaking great.

This day was getting worse each passing hour. First we're called to the middle of the desert in an area almost inaccessible just to find a body – I'll give the killer that much credit, he chose a very good location to dump the body, and now we're lost. Lost!

I don't see how this day could get any worse right now…oh wait I spoke too fast, we don't have any signal here, freaking brilliant.

Why did I have to answer my damn phone? It was my day off, I didn't have to answer it. I should be in a hot bubble bath right now.

Good idea Willows, very good idea!

After another twenty minutes walking around with my cell phone in the air I return to the car where Sara is still sitting behind the wheel.

"There's no freaking signal," I state the obvious.

"I figured. The radio doesn't seem to work either," she says as she touches the monitor, to find an opened frequency. "Dispatch, this is Delta Charlie, answer…" she speaks clearly on the radio. We're met with nothing but metallic sputtering. "Dispatch, this is Delta Charlie, this is a request for directions…"

Sara sighs and plays with the frequency of the monitor once again. "Dispatch, this is Delta Charlie, this is a request for directions…" Sara repeats.

"This has got to be a joke," I exclaim. "We have no means to get out of here by ourselves and no means to call for back up…we are…"

"Don't…" Sara cuts me off. "We're going to find our way, first we have to think and try to remember where we came from and where to go from here."

"Easy," I snort, but Sara doesn't bother to answer.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I scrutinize her, noticing the frown on her brow indicating high focus, I notice how her lips move as she's muttering inaudibly to herself. I'll deny it even at gunpoint but this is one of my guilty pleasures. I don't know why but I find Sara's little habits and peculiarities fascinating. There's this intensity in everything she does that is kind of…electric.

She opens her eyes again and reaches in her pocket for paper and pen. She starts to scribble something, she must sense that I'm about to interject something because she shakes her head with a hushing sound. I just roll my eyes and lean back against my seat.

"Okay, there you go," she hands me the paper. I look at it and try to understand what she wrote.

"L1, R500, L2, L10, S20…" I trail off. "Are we playing battleship now?"

"This is approximately the directions I took for the past 2 hours. Left, 1 mile, right 500 yards and so on."

"So if I follow your line of thoughts, if I give those from the end we could actually drive back to where we were two hours ago," I provide.

"In theory."

"In theory? Sara how…"

"Do you have a better idea?" she asks me sharply. "All you've been doing so far is whining and taking it out on me. Luck is playing against us, we have no cell signal, no radio, no GPS and no map, I'm trying to find a solution here so unless you have a better idea, we'll have to try at least this one."

I hate to admit it but she's right. Fine, I've been a whiny pain in the ass so far, but I hate being helpless, I hate the fact that we're lost and I hate the fact that everything that could help us is actually out of reach. I sigh. "All right, turn around and go straight for about 2 miles."

She complies without sparing a glance at me.

Forty minutes later I don't feel like we have made any more progress in finding our way around than before. Sara's memory was good but not good enough, she has started second guessing herself five minutes ago so we're at a stand still.

Sara is holding her head in her hands and cursing under her breath. The sun is about to set and we are still in the middle of nowhere. "Look, I'm going to check if we can get a signal, in the meantime, just…try to focus okay."

I leave the car for the second time waving my cell phone in the air in all directions. I'm taking careful and slow step, my eyes staring at my cell screen with rapture attention as if staring at it will make the little blue bars appear. My footing is unsteady since I'm not looking where I'm going.

According to my phone I've been looking for a signal for at least twenty minutes. I should probably give up but night is approaching fast and the idea of spending the night here isn't appealing whatsoever. I'm about to put my left foot down when two gunshots ring out, I startle and turn away instinctively.

When I look up I find Sara staring at the ground with her smoking gun still half raised.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I shout at her. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" I can't help the tremor going through my body as adrenaline is still running in my veins.

"I'd take out the as big as a pain in the ass as you are, I don't want to have to deal with your whiny ass while you're dying from a snakebite," she nods in direction to where I was standing just seconds ago. A big rattle snake is now lying dead on the ground. "Sorry, if I scared you," she says as an after thought. If she scared me? Is that a joke?

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself a bit and look at her with fury. "Fuck off, you psycho," is my muttered response as I pass her by with angry steps.

"A 'thank you' would have done it," she snorts. "So much for looking after you," I hear her say before slamming the door of the passenger side shut.

Looking after me? How the fuck could she do such a thing, shooting at me within such a short distance? And with no warning on top of that?! And she dares asking if she scared me? I'll shoot at her feet by surprise next time and see how she feels.

My heart is beating erratically and unsteadily. The more I try to compose myself, the shakier my hands get. Adrenaline is slowly crashing down and I can feel cold sweat all over my body. Sara has the decency to give me a few minutes on my own, she sits on the hood of the car with her back facing me.

I can't believe she just shot at me. Okay, fine she didn't shoot at me but still that snake was less than five feet away from me. A fucking bullet could have touch me or hell a ricochet could have. That was so…stupid and dangerous and…I can't believe her!

I know I should be grateful that she cared enough to watch my back, maybe later I'll be able to see this side of the story.

I'm really annoyed with myself right now because for some odd reasons I can't help to think that she was…well hot holding that gun, her frown and her intense focus at the threat – as small as this one was, and the fact that she got that snake from the distance. I hate to admit it but seeing her like this elicit quite an inappropriate reaction in me regarding to the fact she almost shot me, I suppose that adrenaline can be quite an aphrodisiac. I got to give her that she's hot and sexy with a gun, her body all…

Uh hello!! She could have killed me, not her… bad ass attitude even though it's a turn on.

I hear the driver door being open, Sara gets in silently before closing the door. She stares ahead of her. She sighs. "We are lost."

"Wow, your observation skills floor me, you should be the head of the lab, seriously. I mean it only took you…" I glance at my watch. "About five hours to admit it, not bad."

She doesn't answer and just expels her breath calmly. She puts her hands on the ignition and brings the motor to life. "What now?" I ask her.

"We're going to make a straight line from this point, hoping it will lead us somewhere," her voice is emotionless.

We barely make 20 metres before she starts to slow down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything."

My next reply is swallowed by the motor obviously making a sound that it shouldn't make. Sara turns to me. "When is the last time you filled the tank?"

"This can't be, I made a refill yesterday," I tell her irritated at her insinuation.

"Are you sure? Because we're currently out of gas…"

"Look at the gauge, it indicates that the tank is half full, so it must be something else. You're the car freak, why don't you try to figure it out before accusing me."

"Catherine, this…" she turns the ignition on but all the motor seems to do is coughing. "…is the sound of a car whose gas tank is empty," she states with her annoying voice which makes me feel like I was particularly slow.

"But the gauge says…"

"The gauge is obviously broken," she sighs "Which would mean that you probably didn't fill the tank completely two days ago."

"Please tell me this is not happening," I whisper before hitting the back of my sit with my head.

We're lost without any means of communication, any means to get direction and now we don't even have a car.

This has to be the most rotten day I've ever had.

Thanks for reading.