Summery:

What if the flare that Emma shot the first time was their last ticket and now they're stuck on the island for good?

"Emma, I think we need to make a decision, we can't just let everyday pass without making a plan," Dean said as he held Emma close one morning.

"What do you mean?"

"We haven't seen a single plane ever since we shot the last flare"

"Okay so what should we do?"

Dean sat up and so did Emma. They stared into each others eyes and knew the answer.

"Emma, this is our life now, on our island...I LIke the sound of that our island. We should have a house , a stable likfe if we are ever going to spend the rest of our lives here,"

"I know Dean," Emma said sadly.

"What happened Emma? You don't like what I just said?"

"Sorry, no Dean look at me. I love your plan, we should build a house and everything, it's just that, back then, I've always thought that when I finally have a house of my own is when I get married and start raising a family,"

Dean started kissing her neck and pulled her close to him. They were now staring into the ocean, Emma leaning her back on Dean.

"Emma turn around" he said softly.

And she saw it, he was holding a ring, with the most loving eyes she had ever seen. It was a look her friends defined as "The Look". The look that every girl wanted a guy to look at her with. She felt like all the time in the world stopped.

"Dean...what are you doing and where did you get that from?"

"It's my mum's ring, I always carried it with me since if there was one thing that my mother taught me, it's to love like there is no tomorrow. And Emma, I love you so much that I would do anything for you. I know that you're the only one for me, and if we are going to spend the rest of our lives here, or anywhere really, I want to spend it with the one girl I love the most. Now I know that I can't give you a wedding that you always wanted, but I can promise to love you forever. So Emma Robinson, would you be my wife?"

Emma was in tears now, she realized that his was something she would never get in real life. She's the popular girl in school, the only thing guys would love about her is her body. Now that she's thinking about it, her best friends don't even seem to care about her, they just keep talking about how she should be sleeping with the quarterback jerk because he's hot. In the real world, people would only care about some parts of her, but not her as herself, only one person can do that. Dean. She knows that now. Leaning in she kissed him and gave him a hug.

"Yes Dean, I will be your wife, and thank you for loving me and for taking care of me,"

Dean carefully slid the ring onto his wife's finger.

"We should have a name for this island, now that it's ours,"

"It's funny now that you think about it, back in our normal lives we thought that only the rich can get an private island, but look at us, people barely out of high school, with no money, yet we own this island to ourselves," Emma chuckled and she leaned her head on Dean's shoulder.

"What about Blue Lagoon? Think about it, it's the first place we had a real conversation, and without that lagoon we can barely survive on this island,"

"Yeah, I like that...Blue Lagoon, so it's official, blue lagoon,"

"Mrs. McMullen...you know that I would never get tired of saying that right?"

"I know, but Mr. McMullen, I think that we need to go and eat something so we can start planning on our lives,"