Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever written. It's probably pretty bad but it's for an
English class exercise and I'm trying to think of ways to make it better. I've been following the
episodes pretty closely but trying to add in some parts of my own and changing small details. I don't
really know how many parts this story will have yet, probably at least continue to the end of this
season. I chose these two characters because there are no stories with them. Let me be clear, this is
FRIENDSHIP ONLY! No romance whatsoever. Alright, I hope you enjoy it and if you can give me
advice I'd appreciate it! Thanks! Also, I own nothing.
Oliver was pretty certain Yao Fai had made a mistake in his directions when he finally walked into the jungle clearing containing a crashed plane. Since standing around outside, waiting to be killed didn't seem plausible, he walked into the still partially intact cabin. Oliver had just enough time to register that someone was living in the plane before a figure jumped through the ceiling behind him and had a machete pressed against his neck.
"Twitch, and I'll open your throat. How many more with you?"
Oliver was startled by the Australian's sudden appearance but he blamed the situations that had led to him being here that the best response he could come up with was a shaky, "What?"
The Australian pressed the machete even closer to his throat, saying, "You have ten seconds to tell me something I believe before I cut out your voice box."
By this time Oliver was less scared and more indignant, "Wait wait wait. Yao Fai sent me here and I'm pretty sure it wasn't so you could kill me!"
The stranger pushed him away but still had the machete poised and ready to use. "What?"
Oliver turned to look at his newest captor, noting the fleeting startled expression that crossed his face at Oliver's words before the man's face turned hard once again. "Yuo Fai gave me directions to your...plane."
The Australian glared at him, giving him a once over while Oliver stared defiantly back. Finally, he lowered the machete and asked, "What happened to your unit?"
Once again, Oliver was clueless as to what he was talking about. "What unit?"
The stranger looked at him like he was stupid. "You're military unit! Green Beret? Marine? You're obviously American, so which is it?"
Oliver replied, "I'm not a soldier! I was shipwrecked here!"
The Australian looked even more disgusted but all he said was, "What do you have in your hand?"
Oliver glanced down, noting he was still clutching his map. He handed it over, "It's the map Yao Fai gave me to find you."
The man took it from him, sheathing his weapon and spreading the map out on a crate, bending over to study it.
Oliver, still standing off to the side, was of the mind-set that it was probably best to stay silent, the only problem being that he had never been one to be quiet very long. "What do you think Yao Fai meant by survive? Besides not getting killed."
The man glanced at him and straightened up, replying, "There's an airstrip 10 klicks north of here. It's the key off this island. Yao Fai and I have been observing it for months, familiarizing ourselves with their operations...we were supposed to get off this island together." He glanced down before continuing, " But then Yao Fai was compromised...and we were separated."
He turned and opened one of the crates and, grabbing a second machete out of it, walked closer and tossed it to Oliver, who barely caught it. "...What's this for?"
The stranger gave Oliver a look, almost as if he were sizing him up. "I think Yao Fai sent you because he knew I could not take that airstrip alone."
Oliver slightly shook his head at that, saying, "Sounds like Yao Fai."
It was clear the Australian was just as put-out when he replied, "He is a softer judge of character than I am." Oliver looked up into the man's brown eyes, seeing nothing but coldness, as the man continued, "If you're going to have my back, I need to know you can cover it."
Without any warning, he pulled his machete and jabbed at Oliver, who quickly jumped back and put up his own machete to block the next swipe. As soon as he allowed the man to knock his own machete to the side and press his blade to Oliver's neck, he realized he'd made a mistake.
The man asked, "What are you doing? Fight. Back."
Oliver clenched his teeth and charged the man but he easily dodged and once again had Oliver on defense. "Keep your blade up! Always stay behind your sword!"
Oliver was getting extremely irritated by the pure absurdness of the whole situation by this time but still tried to follow the man's directions. He lunged and the next thing he knew the man side-stepped and Oliver unceremoniously crashed into a crate.
The man turned to him in disgust, "You have no skill. No strength. No training." He walked right up and got in Oliver's face, "To say you fight like a girl would be a compliment!"
By this time Oliver was tired, hurt, and humiliated, he put as much venom as in his voice as he could muster as he replied, "I told you, I'm not a soldier! I was shipwrecked here. I killed the guy that was wearing this uniform by accident!"
In a low voice, the man asked, "Where was Yao Fai?"
Oliver knew before he answered that this would not end well, "He told me to run...and I did."
The man glared at him, barely contained fury showing in his face, before knocking Oliver out cold.
