Title: Desperate Plea, Whispered Repetition
Rating: M
Pairings: Eventual Jagan, James Centric
Summary: The plane went down without a sound, in the middle of nowhere. It left the boys to fend for themselves, fighting nature to overcome the challenge of surviving and living to tell the tale.
A/N: I was on a school trip, where we had to climb mountains and do all of these team bonding and building things, so that is where this story was born from. It will be multi-chapters, so please, enjoy.
"Please, I need you all to stay in your seats!"
The stewardess is running back and forth, trying to keep the four boys calm. The flight is supposed to go from New York directly to L.A. with no stops in between, but something is going wrong with the engine.
"I promise you, that everything will be okay."
Amanda , the boys' manager is tapping furiously at her blackberry, while the boys are in their seats, freaking out, and their nails digging into their arm rests.
"Okay boys," Amanda says, still looking at her blackberry. "I've just informed your families, the record company and Scott Fellows of the situation that we're in. There is no need to worry."
"No need to worry?" Kendall's eyes are watering, and he looks like he going to shit his pants. "We're in a metal death trap, plummeting to the earth! Why would there be anything to worry about?"
A few murmurs of agreement are vocalized before the pilots voice comes over the loud speakers. "Sabrina, we need you up here now!"
The stewardess runs to the cockpit, and shuts the door tightly behind her. "Are we going to die?" Carlos asks.
Out of the window, a thick stack of grey-black smoke is blurring the vision of the ground that is quickly getting closer and closer to the plane.
"I'm going to see what exactly is going on," Amanda says, getting up out of her seat. As she's walking, the plane started to spiral downwards, based on the way James' stomach is lurching forward. There's a loud splash and a violent jostle throughout the plane that sent everyone flying forward. Amanda hits the door of the cockpit and falls back fiercely, not moving where she lands on the floor.
"We're in the water!" James says, noticing the water slowly rising in the front end of the plane, where Amanda lays, immobile. James looks over at the other three, who are remaining incredibly quiet throughout all of this. "We need to get out of this,' James unbuckles his seat belt, and starts to move about the cabin. Meanwhile, the other boys are still not moving, fear stricken on their faces. James shakes Kendall's chair, which wakes him from his immobility.
"What?" Kendall yells.
"We're in the water. The plane is sinking, and we need to get out right now!"James rummages through the cabin, looking for things he could throw into his day-pack. "Get Carlos and Logan, and fill your bag with things that we might need."
Kendal does as he's told, and gets the other two, and relays what James has just told him, while James looks for an exit.
The water is rising, which is starting to scare James. He's not sure how much time they'll have to get out of the plane.
"Are you guys ready?" Kendall asks.
Carlos and Logan mumble a soft yes, before James says, "We're going to need to swim. I'm not sure how long we'll be swimming, or how far we'll have to swim. Just be warned." James continues to look for an exit, before noticing an emergency exit at the back of the cabin.
James is about to kick open the door when Logan asks, "What about Amanda?"
"Leave her," James says, tightening the straps on his back pack.
"We can't just leave her!" Logan protests. "She has a family, a husband, a child, a 15 month old child!"
James gives up on trying to tighten the straps, and lets them drop furiously. "We can't take anything more than we already have! I'm sorry, but we can't think about anything else, but getting ourselves safe."
"James." Logan says, his eyes pleading. "Please,"
James looks between Logan and Amanda. She has a large gash on her forehead, blood dripping, trickling down her porcelain skin. He thinks it over for a second, before giving in and saying "Fine." He runs over to her and picks her up quickly. "Are you all ready?" when they all nod, James adds, "We need to get out quickly. Water is going to come in as soon as that door opens, so be prepared."
James wasn't kidding when he said water would be coming in through the open doorway. As soon as the door is kicked open, water starts to gush in, starting to fill the cabin quickly. "Go!" James says, as the water in the cabin is now up to his knees. He can hear his heart beat in his ears as he watches his friends pile out of the plane. He is the last one in the water and out of the plane.
Once his head bobs out of the water, James looks around to make sure that all the other members of Big Time Rush have surfaced. He's the last to surface, so once he does, the others let out a sigh of relief. Using all of his upper body strength, James lifts Amanda's head out of the water, hoping that she'll still be able to breath.
"Hey," Carlos says, "Look!"
Carlos is pointing to a strip of land, not that far off in the distance.
"How far would you say that is?" James asks, sounding out of breath.
"I would say a mile, give or take a couple hundred feet." Logan estimates.
James nods and says, "Let's get a move on then."
About halfway to the little strip of land, Kendall asks James if he wanted to hand off Amanda to him.
"Nah, I'm good." James' breathing is rough and jagged, and unsteady from carrying Amanda all the way, while trying to swim. His fingers were turning blue from the coldness of the water, his legs aching with pins and needles. "We're not that far anyway. I'm fine."
Its not that James doesn't trust Kendall with holding Amanda. It's just that he'd feel better if he were the one to carry her. He would hate to see anyone else get hurt because he was too lazy to hold her. James knows that he's the strongest of the group, and it really only made sense for him to be the one to carry her. Besides, James was always the diplomatic one of the group. He's always been the one who'd rather see himself get hurt than anyone else in the group. He's selfless, really. He would take a bullet for any one of those boys.
Finally the boys reach the part of the water where they are able to stand, and walk the rest of the way. It's hard though; the water has soaked them to the bone, and their wet, dripping clothes added redundant weight to them. The push forward though; they aren't quitters, and never have been, so why should they start now?
Once they reach the land, they are all out of breath, heaving in and out, their hearts trying to catch up with them. James places Amanda on the driest piece of ground he can find, and listens for her pulse, or her breathing. "Well, she has a pulse," he says, leaning close enough to hear. She may be breathing, but nothing looks too promising. The gash on her forehead is still gushing blood, just like it had been when they were in the airplane. For the first time, James notices blood filtering down his arm, blood that didn't belong to Amanda. Rolling u his sleeve, he finds the source of the bleeding; a long, light scratch that runs from his elbow to his wrist. He also notices that his head is pounding, like someone beating a drum. He can feel his heartbeat in his temples, only it feels like someone is hitting him repeatedly with a hammer.
"How beat up are you guys?" James asks.
They all answer, but their words fuse together in James' head, creating a large pile of mush. James looks at them to see the damage. There's nothing too, too bad, just some busted lips, scratched hands, and bruises here and there. Carlos isn't bad at all, just a swollen lip and scratched up hands. Logan has a small wound above his left eye, and a couple scratches on his face, and Kendall is -
"Shit!" Kendall's voice breaks the silence that had incased the boys. He's limping, barely putting any weigh on his right leg.
"What happened?" James asks, ripping off his back pack.
Kendall plops down on the ground and says "My knee is fucked up." His jeans, at the knee, are torn and bloody. He rolls up his pant leg to discover how bad his knee truly is. His knee has a fairly large gash that criss-crosses, and swept across his entire knee cap, from one side to the other.
The memory is blurry, but James seems to remember throwing a first aid kit in his pack when he was raiding the cabin, looking for survival necessities. James begins to tear apart his bag looking for that damn first aid kit. It amazes him how much stuff he was able to fit into his pack; food from the rolling food cart, 6 water bottles, a blanket and two first aid kits that he was finally able to reach.
"Here," James says, taking out the gauze, disinfectant wipes and Neosporin from the box. "Let me help you."
Kendall bites his lip as James begins to clean out the wound, When it's all cleaned out, James starts to wrap Kendall's knee it the wrap. He struggles, not exactly sure how he was supposed to wrap his knee. Frustrated, after trying three or four times to wrap the damn thing, he throws the gauze down and says, "Fuck this. Does anybody know how this shit is supposed to work?"
Carlos steps up behind him and says, "I know how to wrap sprained ankles and knees- I'm pretty sure it's the same principal."
James slides away, and mutters a "Go ahead," and lets Carlos take over.
"Bet you won't make fun of me for being a cheerleader in high school anymore, now will you?" He asks Kendall as he wraps his knee.
Kendall winces in pain and then looks at Carlos. "Don't push your luck, Carlitos." And then Carlos laughs, which makes the other boys smile, which is one of the most positive things that has happened in the last few hours.
Once the laughter dies out, and James blocks out the banter going on between Kendall and Carlos, he moves a little ways away from them. He's closer to Amanda's still not moving body. He lays down, and shuts his eyes tight, protecting his eyes from the suns harsh rays. His head is still pounding- he must've hit his head on something.
As James is wondering what he could've possibly hit his head that could inflict this much pain, Logan goes, "Jay, are you okay?"
"Do I look okay to you?" he snaps.
"Well, no, you actually kind of look like shit." Logan says, sounding hurt.
"So would anyone who just survived a plane crash, and then, on top of it, had to carry a 130 pound women to shore." Logan doesn't know how to respond to that so he just keeps quiet. James can tell that Logan is hurt by how rude James is being so he says, "Sorry, Logan. My head hurts like a bitch, and it put me in a bad mood."
Logan's voice changes from hurt to concerned instantly. "Did you hit your head? Do you have a concussion?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" James says a little too loud. "Shit!" he says, his head pounding yet again, only harder this time.
"Do you want some Tylenol or something?" Logan asks, standing up, and starting to make his way to the first aid box. "I'm sure they have some in-"
"I'm fine, Logan," James says. "Just give me some space for a little bit?"
Logan sits perfectly still for a moment, contemplating his next move. After a minute or two, he goes, "Okay," and leave James to think about how the hell they were going to get out of this incredibly, genuinely impossible situation with as little injuries as possible. Like James had said before, nothing looks too promising.
A/N: I am soo excited about this story. I'm not sure why, but i am! Anyways, i hope you liked it! Love it. Hate it. Review it!