Title: Journey to Nowhere
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: A trip takes a deadly turn for Bosco, Faith, Sully and Ty.
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"Don't know how we got stuck with such a jag-off assignment." Bosco fastened his seatbelt and slumped down in his seat, sulkily staring out the window of the small commuter plane.
"Yeah well at least you didn't have to try to explain it to Fred," Faith sighed as she pulled her jacket a little bit tighter across her chest. "Trust me, he was definitely not thrilled. He acted like I was leaving him for a fun-filled vacation." She thought back to the argument that had taken place only a few short hours before. Fred had been absolutely livid when he found out that Bosco was going to be accompanying her on this trip. The additional information that Sully and Davis were also going along had done nothing to appease him.
"Yeah well I don't blame him. I'm not exactly thrilled either. Don't see why we all had to go. Sullivan and Davis could have taken care of this just fine on their own."
Sully rolled his eyes from his seat across the aisle from Faith and Bosco "You know, this isn't any thrill for us either, Bosco. We get our share of crap assignments too, probably a lot more than you when I think about it."
"I'm not sayin' nothin' against you," Bosco retorted. "Just seems stupid for four of us to be goin' way out into God knows where to talk to these jag-offs."
Sully glanced at Ty who was seemingly oblivious to the conversation with his nose buried deep in a football magazine. "Yeah well I'm sure Swersky had his reasons." In actuality he didn't really think this was the true. He was pretty sure this assignment was punishment for a recent case the four of them had been involved in. Some rules had been bent and certain liberties taken. Although everything had turned out okay in the end, they had been read the riot act and Swersky had let them know in no uncertain terms that he was extremely displeased with them.
"Yeah, he had his reasons. He's out to make our lives miserable," Bosco responded.
"You know...this might not be that bad." Ty looked up from his magazine finally breaking into the conversation. "Its nice country we're going to be flying through, beautiful and peaceful. It might be kind of fun to get out of the city for a couple of days."
"Oh please," Bosco scoffed, as he glanced over at Ty. "If I wanted to be lookin' at nature, I'd get a National Geographic, not fly over the friggen Canadian wilderness. Fun...spare me..."
Ty shrugged and went back to his magazine. It still didn't seem like such a bad deal to him, even if the assignment was supposed to be some kind of punishment. After all, how bad could it be?
"I still think its pretty weird that we're meeting these guys as far out as we are," Faith said, "especially in Canada."
"Well its all pretty hush-hush," stated Sully. "This is some high end information we're being given. Could get a lot of people locked up if we play our cards right."
"It's probably a friggen wild goose chase," Bosco grumbled. This assignment sucked. It really did. His eyes went to his partner who was just opening up a book. Her hair was loose and flowing freely, just the way he liked it, perfectly framing her face. For a few short moments he allowed his thoughts to drift into fantasy land, imagining that he and Faith were going off alone together, that Davis and Sully were far, far away and that Fred didn't exist at all...man the possibilities... He finally forced himself back into reality...the reality that Faith was his partner and nothing more. She was married to Fred and Bosco knew he had to keep his true feelings to himself or risk the best partnership a guy could ever have.
"You folks all set?" Jack Dempsey, the pilot, a burly man in his mid-60s, entered the passenger cabin. "We don't have any other passengers on this flight so feel free to spread yourselves out a little bit if you'd like to. We'll be taking off in just a few minutes."
Sully fastened his seatbelt and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. Bosco went back to staring out the window and Faith and Ty continued reading their book and magazine respectively. A short time later, the engines of the small plane roared to life and it began to roll down the runway before starting its gradual ascent into the sky.
******
"Whatcha readin'?" Bosco nudged his partner as he looked over her shoulder, trying to see her book. This wasn't the most exciting time he had ever had, that was certain. Everyone had been sitting silently. It was much too quiet for his liking.
"It wouldn't interest you, Bos," Faith said, her eyes still on her book, paying no more attention to him than she would have if her son, Charlie, was pestering for attention.
"How do you know that?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe I would like it. Maybe it would be the best damn thing I've ever read. Hell, maybe it would change my life."
"Bosco, give it a rest," Sully, his eyes still closed, grumbled. "God, you're annoying. I don't know how Faith can stand being with you all day long, day after day."
"Who asked your opinion?" Bosco snapped. "I don't think this is any of your business. And if you want to know the truth, I don't know how Davis can stand being partnered up with you." He deftly made his move, snatching the book from Faith's lap. "Roses at Sunrise?" Bosco gave Faith an incredulous look as he started to laugh. "Roses at Sunrise? What the hell kind of a book is this? Does Fred bring you roses at sunrise?"
"Bosco, shut up." Faith grabbed for the book, but Bosco was too quick, switching it to his other hand so that it was wedged between his body and the wall under the window.
"I win," Bosco laughed.
"You jerk." Faith shook her head deciding it wasn't even worth it. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd tire of his games.
Sully opened his eyes, clearly aggravated now. "What are you in Kindergarten, Bosco? Give her the damn book."
"Or what?" Jesus. It was bad enough they had been sent on this assignment, but now he had to listen to Sullivan on top of it? Talk about torture.
"Let it go, Sul," Ty warned quietly.
"Here's your book, Faith." Bosco thrust the book at his partner. "Geeze. No one can take a joke."
Faith rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything as she took the book and put it back into the bag under her seat. Any desire to read was now gone. She'd be glad when they landed. Flying was definitely not on her list of favorite things to do. No sooner had she had that thought when the plane began to shake violently.
"What the hell?" Sully opened his eyes and the four officers shared panicked looks as the plane began an abrupt and stomach-turning downward plunge.
"Wh...what's goin' on?" Faith found herself clutching Bosco's hand for dear life as the plane continued its downhill spiral.
"Hey! Jack? What the hell is happening?" Ty shouted as loudly as he could in he direction of the cockpit. "Jack?"
Silence was the only response.
"Crap. This isn't good." Sully's voice was strangely calm as he spoke. His thoughts went to Tatiana and the knowledge that he could possibly to see her again much sooner than he ever would have thought. He found that he really wasn't afraid of dying. Since Tatiana's death things just hadn't been the same for him, though he couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that his partner was going to die much too young as were Bosco and Faith.
Ty's heart was in his throat as he clenched the armrests of his seat tightly. Shit, shit, shit...He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd always known and accepted the very real risks of dying in the line of duty the way his father had, but this? Dying in a plane crash wasn't something he had ever really thought of and he was pretty much terrified by the mental image of his body shattered into a million pieces.
They were going down...they were going to crash. Bosco squeezed Faith's hand, not sure what to say at a time like this. "Faith? I..."
Faith turned her head towards her partner's and saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before. "Oh God, Bosco..." She suddenly found herself wrapped up in his arms, clutching him as tightly as he was holding her. She could see the faces of her children as clear as if they were right there with her. She hoped and prayed that Fred would be able to guide them...that they'd all get through this without her. Those were her last thoughts before the earth-shattering crash. Then everything went black.
******
"Faith. Faith. Faith, can you hear me?" She could hear the familiar voice calling her name, but the dark place she was in was so peaceful, so comfortable. She really didn't want to open her eyes, but his voice was insistent and unrelenting. "Faith. Come on, Faith, wake up."
"Bos?" She finally forced her eyes to open and met his gaze. His forehead was cut and blood was flowing freely down the side of his face. "Bosco, you're hurt," she said, moving her hand towards the wound.
"I'm alright, Faith," he said, moving out of her reach. "It's you I'm worried about. Are you okay?"
She took a mental inventory of her body as she gingerly began to move around. "Yeah...I think I'm okay." She then remembered that they weren't alone. For a moment she panicked as she frantically shouted. "Sully? Davis? Are you guys alright?"
"We're fine," Sully answered after a brief silence. "Just a few bumps and bruises."
Ty sat silently taking a few deep breaths as he tried to get his composure. "Man...I thought we were done for," he said shakily as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He hesitated as he looked towards the front of the plane. From what he could see, it didn't look good. "I guess I should check on Jack."
"I'll go with you," Sully said softly, noting his young partner's uncertainty. He got to his feet and they slowly began to make their way towards the cockpit.
"See if you can find a first aid kit," Bosco called after them as he unhooked his seatbelt. Man, this was really too much. He cast a worried look at his partner who was just sitting silently beside him. "Faith...are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Bosco. Really," Faith insisted. "Just got a bit of a headache is all."
"We were damn lucky I guess," he said as he tried to look out the window. He couldn't really see very much though, just trees.
"Yeah..." She knew that Bosco was right, that they were lucky to be alive. Somehow though, she wasn't feeling very lucky.
The two sat quietly for a short while before Sully's voice brought them out of their thoughts. "Pilot's dead," he said gruffly as he and Ty slowly made their way back down the aisle. "Could have been dead before we even hit the ground, maybe a heart attack or something..."
"Or maybe he was some kinda suicidal maniac," Bosco said, shaking his head.
Faith sighed wearily, deciding Bosco's comment didn't even warrant a response.
"We found a first aid kit and some emergency rations too," Ty stated, setting a box down on the floor.
Faith turned in her seat and leaned down to open the box of medical supplies. "We'd better fix that cut, Bosco."
"It's fine, Faith." He rolled his eyes and moved away from her.
"It's not fine, Bos. There's blood drippin' down your face for God's sake."
"It's dried up. It's fine."
"For crying out loud, Bosco. Will you let her fix the Goddamn cut!" Bosco was getting on Sully's last nerve. "Why does everything have to be a fight with you?"
"Fine...whatever..." Bosco finally faced Faith and allowed her to administer to his cut, mumbling under his breath as she did so.
"I'm going to go check up front again," Ty said as he watched Faith cleaning and bandaging Bosco's head wound. "I want to try to find the key to the lock box and take another look at the radio. Maybe we can get it working."
"I kind of doubt that," Sully said, shaking his head. "Everything looked pretty well smashed, but you're right about the lock box. We could definitely use our guns. We have no idea where we are or what we might be facing out there." They had been required to lock up their guns and ammunition before takeoff. Sully hoped they'd be able to find the key. "I'll help you look."
"I guess we should think about getting our stuff together," Bosco said as Sully and Davis headed back to the front of the plane.
Faith nodded and reached for her small bag underneath the seat. She then stood up and grabbed for the seat in front of her when she swayed dizzily.
"Faith!" Bosco was by her side in an instant, his arms supporting her as he helped her back into her seat. "You'd better rest. I'll get our stuff."
Bosco busied himself getting his and Faith's bags from the overhead compartments and then retrieved Sully's and Davis' bags as well. He was able to find some blankets and he gathered them together knowing they'd be needed. Every so often he would cast a worried glance at Faith, but she seemed to be doing okay, as far as he could tell anyway.
"We've got our guns," Sully stated a few minutes later as he and Ty returned. "Radio's totally shot though."
Ty carefully passed the revolvers to Faith and Bosco. "We were thinking that we probably should get out of the plane," he stated. "We're not sure how safe it is."
"What about the pilot?" Faith asked, looking up at them.
Ty shrugged, unsure of how to respond as he looked towards Sully for an answer.
"I think we should maybe just leave him for right now," Sully stated after thinking for a few moments. "Hopefully we'll be found and then his body can be brought back home to his family."
"Okay," Faith nodded. She hated the thought of leaving the poor guy in the plane, but it really did make the most sense. "I guess we should go then."
"I'll help you," Bosco said, getting to his feet quickly and offering Faith his hand.
"I really am okay, Bos," she said softly, but she did cling to his hand for support and got up more gingerly than she had previously. She felt a slight bit dizzy, but it was definitely not as bad as it had been before and she managed to keep her balance without a problem.
Ty reached down and slung a bag over each shoulder and then picked up the first aid kit as well. Bosco and Sully were able to grab the rest of the large bags and the food, leaving Faith to only carry the small bag which had been stashed underneath her seat.
They then headed for the exit of the plane. Bosco and Ty had to struggle with the door for a few minutes before they were able to get it open. Finally the four officers, their bags and supplies were all safely on the ground. They stood quietly as they looked around in wide-eyed amazement.
"Wow..." Bosco finally said, breaking the silence. "I ain't never seen nothin' like this before."
The trees were huge, towering over them up as far as their eyes could see.
"How are they ever going to find us?" Ty asked softly, daring to voice the fear they all were feeling. It didn't seem fathomable that anyone would be able to spot them in this vast wilderness.
"They'll find us," Sully responded gruffly.
"Maybe we should look for some kind of a clearing," Bosco suggested. "We can start a signal fire or somethin'".
"I think we need to try to find water," Ty stated. "We have some, but its not that much. I think that's the most important thing."
"Is there any aspirin in that first aid kit?" Faith asked as she walked over to a nearby tree and sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the trunk. Her headache seemed to be growing worse every second.
"Yeah, I think so," Sully answered as Bosco knelt down on the ground and began rummaging through the kit.
"We've got Tylenol and ibuprofen," Bosco triumphantly held up the bottles a few moments later. "Which would you like?"
"Tylenol would be great," Faith replied as she accepted the pills and bottle of water that Bosco offered her. "How much water do we have?" she asked, taking just a very small sip to wash down the tablets.
"We've got four quarts," Ty said as he looked through the supplies. "We've got some canned food here, some meal bars, a can opener, chocolate, crackers, beef jerky...I guess we won't starve."
"Depending on how long it takes for someone to find us," Bosco stated. "We need to figure out some way to try to signal for help."
"Yeah...if anyone even flies out this way," Sully said glumly.
"A fire sounds pretty good to me right now." Faith wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering slightly. "It's sort of chilly out here."
"I think we ought to move away from the plane a bit," Bosco stated. "We don't know if there are any fuel leaks or fumes or anything. It might be dangerous to be too close."
"Yeah. I think Bosco's right," Sully said. He reached down into the pile of supplies and pulled out a blanket, tossing it to Faith. "We should move away a bit."
Ty picked up some bags and did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn, pausing as he saw what looked like a glimpse of blue in the not too far distance. "Hey," he said as he pointed in that direction. "It looks like water over there."
"I guess that's where we want to set up camp then." Sully picked up some of the supplies and started walking towards the water with Ty following behind him.
"How you feelin'?" Bosco asked, giving Faith a concerned look as he helped her up from the ground. "Any better?"
"I'll be okay, Bos," Faith said as she picked her bag. Honestly she felt like shit. Her head was throbbing and she felt nauseous as well. The dire situation they were in was just starting to hit her and she was truly frightened about what was going to happen to them. She knew they faced violence and danger nearly every day, but this...this was something very, very different.
******
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: A trip takes a deadly turn for Bosco, Faith, Sully and Ty.
******
"Don't know how we got stuck with such a jag-off assignment." Bosco fastened his seatbelt and slumped down in his seat, sulkily staring out the window of the small commuter plane.
"Yeah well at least you didn't have to try to explain it to Fred," Faith sighed as she pulled her jacket a little bit tighter across her chest. "Trust me, he was definitely not thrilled. He acted like I was leaving him for a fun-filled vacation." She thought back to the argument that had taken place only a few short hours before. Fred had been absolutely livid when he found out that Bosco was going to be accompanying her on this trip. The additional information that Sully and Davis were also going along had done nothing to appease him.
"Yeah well I don't blame him. I'm not exactly thrilled either. Don't see why we all had to go. Sullivan and Davis could have taken care of this just fine on their own."
Sully rolled his eyes from his seat across the aisle from Faith and Bosco "You know, this isn't any thrill for us either, Bosco. We get our share of crap assignments too, probably a lot more than you when I think about it."
"I'm not sayin' nothin' against you," Bosco retorted. "Just seems stupid for four of us to be goin' way out into God knows where to talk to these jag-offs."
Sully glanced at Ty who was seemingly oblivious to the conversation with his nose buried deep in a football magazine. "Yeah well I'm sure Swersky had his reasons." In actuality he didn't really think this was the true. He was pretty sure this assignment was punishment for a recent case the four of them had been involved in. Some rules had been bent and certain liberties taken. Although everything had turned out okay in the end, they had been read the riot act and Swersky had let them know in no uncertain terms that he was extremely displeased with them.
"Yeah, he had his reasons. He's out to make our lives miserable," Bosco responded.
"You know...this might not be that bad." Ty looked up from his magazine finally breaking into the conversation. "Its nice country we're going to be flying through, beautiful and peaceful. It might be kind of fun to get out of the city for a couple of days."
"Oh please," Bosco scoffed, as he glanced over at Ty. "If I wanted to be lookin' at nature, I'd get a National Geographic, not fly over the friggen Canadian wilderness. Fun...spare me..."
Ty shrugged and went back to his magazine. It still didn't seem like such a bad deal to him, even if the assignment was supposed to be some kind of punishment. After all, how bad could it be?
"I still think its pretty weird that we're meeting these guys as far out as we are," Faith said, "especially in Canada."
"Well its all pretty hush-hush," stated Sully. "This is some high end information we're being given. Could get a lot of people locked up if we play our cards right."
"It's probably a friggen wild goose chase," Bosco grumbled. This assignment sucked. It really did. His eyes went to his partner who was just opening up a book. Her hair was loose and flowing freely, just the way he liked it, perfectly framing her face. For a few short moments he allowed his thoughts to drift into fantasy land, imagining that he and Faith were going off alone together, that Davis and Sully were far, far away and that Fred didn't exist at all...man the possibilities... He finally forced himself back into reality...the reality that Faith was his partner and nothing more. She was married to Fred and Bosco knew he had to keep his true feelings to himself or risk the best partnership a guy could ever have.
"You folks all set?" Jack Dempsey, the pilot, a burly man in his mid-60s, entered the passenger cabin. "We don't have any other passengers on this flight so feel free to spread yourselves out a little bit if you'd like to. We'll be taking off in just a few minutes."
Sully fastened his seatbelt and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. Bosco went back to staring out the window and Faith and Ty continued reading their book and magazine respectively. A short time later, the engines of the small plane roared to life and it began to roll down the runway before starting its gradual ascent into the sky.
******
"Whatcha readin'?" Bosco nudged his partner as he looked over her shoulder, trying to see her book. This wasn't the most exciting time he had ever had, that was certain. Everyone had been sitting silently. It was much too quiet for his liking.
"It wouldn't interest you, Bos," Faith said, her eyes still on her book, paying no more attention to him than she would have if her son, Charlie, was pestering for attention.
"How do you know that?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe I would like it. Maybe it would be the best damn thing I've ever read. Hell, maybe it would change my life."
"Bosco, give it a rest," Sully, his eyes still closed, grumbled. "God, you're annoying. I don't know how Faith can stand being with you all day long, day after day."
"Who asked your opinion?" Bosco snapped. "I don't think this is any of your business. And if you want to know the truth, I don't know how Davis can stand being partnered up with you." He deftly made his move, snatching the book from Faith's lap. "Roses at Sunrise?" Bosco gave Faith an incredulous look as he started to laugh. "Roses at Sunrise? What the hell kind of a book is this? Does Fred bring you roses at sunrise?"
"Bosco, shut up." Faith grabbed for the book, but Bosco was too quick, switching it to his other hand so that it was wedged between his body and the wall under the window.
"I win," Bosco laughed.
"You jerk." Faith shook her head deciding it wasn't even worth it. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd tire of his games.
Sully opened his eyes, clearly aggravated now. "What are you in Kindergarten, Bosco? Give her the damn book."
"Or what?" Jesus. It was bad enough they had been sent on this assignment, but now he had to listen to Sullivan on top of it? Talk about torture.
"Let it go, Sul," Ty warned quietly.
"Here's your book, Faith." Bosco thrust the book at his partner. "Geeze. No one can take a joke."
Faith rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything as she took the book and put it back into the bag under her seat. Any desire to read was now gone. She'd be glad when they landed. Flying was definitely not on her list of favorite things to do. No sooner had she had that thought when the plane began to shake violently.
"What the hell?" Sully opened his eyes and the four officers shared panicked looks as the plane began an abrupt and stomach-turning downward plunge.
"Wh...what's goin' on?" Faith found herself clutching Bosco's hand for dear life as the plane continued its downhill spiral.
"Hey! Jack? What the hell is happening?" Ty shouted as loudly as he could in he direction of the cockpit. "Jack?"
Silence was the only response.
"Crap. This isn't good." Sully's voice was strangely calm as he spoke. His thoughts went to Tatiana and the knowledge that he could possibly to see her again much sooner than he ever would have thought. He found that he really wasn't afraid of dying. Since Tatiana's death things just hadn't been the same for him, though he couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that his partner was going to die much too young as were Bosco and Faith.
Ty's heart was in his throat as he clenched the armrests of his seat tightly. Shit, shit, shit...He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd always known and accepted the very real risks of dying in the line of duty the way his father had, but this? Dying in a plane crash wasn't something he had ever really thought of and he was pretty much terrified by the mental image of his body shattered into a million pieces.
They were going down...they were going to crash. Bosco squeezed Faith's hand, not sure what to say at a time like this. "Faith? I..."
Faith turned her head towards her partner's and saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before. "Oh God, Bosco..." She suddenly found herself wrapped up in his arms, clutching him as tightly as he was holding her. She could see the faces of her children as clear as if they were right there with her. She hoped and prayed that Fred would be able to guide them...that they'd all get through this without her. Those were her last thoughts before the earth-shattering crash. Then everything went black.
******
"Faith. Faith. Faith, can you hear me?" She could hear the familiar voice calling her name, but the dark place she was in was so peaceful, so comfortable. She really didn't want to open her eyes, but his voice was insistent and unrelenting. "Faith. Come on, Faith, wake up."
"Bos?" She finally forced her eyes to open and met his gaze. His forehead was cut and blood was flowing freely down the side of his face. "Bosco, you're hurt," she said, moving her hand towards the wound.
"I'm alright, Faith," he said, moving out of her reach. "It's you I'm worried about. Are you okay?"
She took a mental inventory of her body as she gingerly began to move around. "Yeah...I think I'm okay." She then remembered that they weren't alone. For a moment she panicked as she frantically shouted. "Sully? Davis? Are you guys alright?"
"We're fine," Sully answered after a brief silence. "Just a few bumps and bruises."
Ty sat silently taking a few deep breaths as he tried to get his composure. "Man...I thought we were done for," he said shakily as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He hesitated as he looked towards the front of the plane. From what he could see, it didn't look good. "I guess I should check on Jack."
"I'll go with you," Sully said softly, noting his young partner's uncertainty. He got to his feet and they slowly began to make their way towards the cockpit.
"See if you can find a first aid kit," Bosco called after them as he unhooked his seatbelt. Man, this was really too much. He cast a worried look at his partner who was just sitting silently beside him. "Faith...are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Bosco. Really," Faith insisted. "Just got a bit of a headache is all."
"We were damn lucky I guess," he said as he tried to look out the window. He couldn't really see very much though, just trees.
"Yeah..." She knew that Bosco was right, that they were lucky to be alive. Somehow though, she wasn't feeling very lucky.
The two sat quietly for a short while before Sully's voice brought them out of their thoughts. "Pilot's dead," he said gruffly as he and Ty slowly made their way back down the aisle. "Could have been dead before we even hit the ground, maybe a heart attack or something..."
"Or maybe he was some kinda suicidal maniac," Bosco said, shaking his head.
Faith sighed wearily, deciding Bosco's comment didn't even warrant a response.
"We found a first aid kit and some emergency rations too," Ty stated, setting a box down on the floor.
Faith turned in her seat and leaned down to open the box of medical supplies. "We'd better fix that cut, Bosco."
"It's fine, Faith." He rolled his eyes and moved away from her.
"It's not fine, Bos. There's blood drippin' down your face for God's sake."
"It's dried up. It's fine."
"For crying out loud, Bosco. Will you let her fix the Goddamn cut!" Bosco was getting on Sully's last nerve. "Why does everything have to be a fight with you?"
"Fine...whatever..." Bosco finally faced Faith and allowed her to administer to his cut, mumbling under his breath as she did so.
"I'm going to go check up front again," Ty said as he watched Faith cleaning and bandaging Bosco's head wound. "I want to try to find the key to the lock box and take another look at the radio. Maybe we can get it working."
"I kind of doubt that," Sully said, shaking his head. "Everything looked pretty well smashed, but you're right about the lock box. We could definitely use our guns. We have no idea where we are or what we might be facing out there." They had been required to lock up their guns and ammunition before takeoff. Sully hoped they'd be able to find the key. "I'll help you look."
"I guess we should think about getting our stuff together," Bosco said as Sully and Davis headed back to the front of the plane.
Faith nodded and reached for her small bag underneath the seat. She then stood up and grabbed for the seat in front of her when she swayed dizzily.
"Faith!" Bosco was by her side in an instant, his arms supporting her as he helped her back into her seat. "You'd better rest. I'll get our stuff."
Bosco busied himself getting his and Faith's bags from the overhead compartments and then retrieved Sully's and Davis' bags as well. He was able to find some blankets and he gathered them together knowing they'd be needed. Every so often he would cast a worried glance at Faith, but she seemed to be doing okay, as far as he could tell anyway.
"We've got our guns," Sully stated a few minutes later as he and Ty returned. "Radio's totally shot though."
Ty carefully passed the revolvers to Faith and Bosco. "We were thinking that we probably should get out of the plane," he stated. "We're not sure how safe it is."
"What about the pilot?" Faith asked, looking up at them.
Ty shrugged, unsure of how to respond as he looked towards Sully for an answer.
"I think we should maybe just leave him for right now," Sully stated after thinking for a few moments. "Hopefully we'll be found and then his body can be brought back home to his family."
"Okay," Faith nodded. She hated the thought of leaving the poor guy in the plane, but it really did make the most sense. "I guess we should go then."
"I'll help you," Bosco said, getting to his feet quickly and offering Faith his hand.
"I really am okay, Bos," she said softly, but she did cling to his hand for support and got up more gingerly than she had previously. She felt a slight bit dizzy, but it was definitely not as bad as it had been before and she managed to keep her balance without a problem.
Ty reached down and slung a bag over each shoulder and then picked up the first aid kit as well. Bosco and Sully were able to grab the rest of the large bags and the food, leaving Faith to only carry the small bag which had been stashed underneath her seat.
They then headed for the exit of the plane. Bosco and Ty had to struggle with the door for a few minutes before they were able to get it open. Finally the four officers, their bags and supplies were all safely on the ground. They stood quietly as they looked around in wide-eyed amazement.
"Wow..." Bosco finally said, breaking the silence. "I ain't never seen nothin' like this before."
The trees were huge, towering over them up as far as their eyes could see.
"How are they ever going to find us?" Ty asked softly, daring to voice the fear they all were feeling. It didn't seem fathomable that anyone would be able to spot them in this vast wilderness.
"They'll find us," Sully responded gruffly.
"Maybe we should look for some kind of a clearing," Bosco suggested. "We can start a signal fire or somethin'".
"I think we need to try to find water," Ty stated. "We have some, but its not that much. I think that's the most important thing."
"Is there any aspirin in that first aid kit?" Faith asked as she walked over to a nearby tree and sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the trunk. Her headache seemed to be growing worse every second.
"Yeah, I think so," Sully answered as Bosco knelt down on the ground and began rummaging through the kit.
"We've got Tylenol and ibuprofen," Bosco triumphantly held up the bottles a few moments later. "Which would you like?"
"Tylenol would be great," Faith replied as she accepted the pills and bottle of water that Bosco offered her. "How much water do we have?" she asked, taking just a very small sip to wash down the tablets.
"We've got four quarts," Ty said as he looked through the supplies. "We've got some canned food here, some meal bars, a can opener, chocolate, crackers, beef jerky...I guess we won't starve."
"Depending on how long it takes for someone to find us," Bosco stated. "We need to figure out some way to try to signal for help."
"Yeah...if anyone even flies out this way," Sully said glumly.
"A fire sounds pretty good to me right now." Faith wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering slightly. "It's sort of chilly out here."
"I think we ought to move away from the plane a bit," Bosco stated. "We don't know if there are any fuel leaks or fumes or anything. It might be dangerous to be too close."
"Yeah. I think Bosco's right," Sully said. He reached down into the pile of supplies and pulled out a blanket, tossing it to Faith. "We should move away a bit."
Ty picked up some bags and did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn, pausing as he saw what looked like a glimpse of blue in the not too far distance. "Hey," he said as he pointed in that direction. "It looks like water over there."
"I guess that's where we want to set up camp then." Sully picked up some of the supplies and started walking towards the water with Ty following behind him.
"How you feelin'?" Bosco asked, giving Faith a concerned look as he helped her up from the ground. "Any better?"
"I'll be okay, Bos," Faith said as she picked her bag. Honestly she felt like shit. Her head was throbbing and she felt nauseous as well. The dire situation they were in was just starting to hit her and she was truly frightened about what was going to happen to them. She knew they faced violence and danger nearly every day, but this...this was something very, very different.
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