Disclaimer: I do not own Flight 29 Down. Try not to be too upset
Author's Note: Inspiration for this story came this morning as I was popping an Advil and actually considering scheduling a hysterectomy. There are three girls on this island. Teenage girls. Come on! In real life they would already be breaking out the tampons, but of course that would be too "mature" for kid's T.V. Fortunately in Fan fiction land, anything goes . . . or flows.
The Curse
Eric stretched languidly and let out a violent yawn. The sun shone brightly over the camp and the air was thick with humidity. Even the temperate breeze that blew over the ocean could not penetrate the wall of heat and cool the sweat-slicked survivors of Flight 29 down. Eric tugged his hat down over his eyes and slid down the side of the tree until his head was resting precariously on a scabby root. It was too hot to work. It was too hot to think. Of course the others were probably toiling fiendishly to keep their little camp going.
"Idiots" Eric grunted to no one in particular. Why struggle to create some sort of "new world" when the old one would probably be there any day to whisk them back to air- conditioning and Dr. Pepper. Nope. No point. He grinned impishly imagining Jackson and Nathan dragging logs and scraping the oysters until they dropped from exhaustion. Eric imagined himself leading Daley on one arm and Taylor on the other to the rescue plane with little island drinks in their hands and laughing merrily at some joke he had told them. Melissa would probably want to stay with Jackson and be Mrs. and Mr. Tarzan. Maybe Nathan could be their chimp. Oh wait, he was forgetting something. Lex. Oh yeah. The little genius. He could carry their stuff back onto the plane. Or something like that.
Suddenly a shrill scream pierced the air and Eric's eyes snapped open.
"Eric! Eeeerrrrrrriiiiiiic!" Taylor shrieked barging into Eric's place of solitude. H. Eric was concerned for about a minute. Until he realized that it was Taylor. TAYLOR. She probably was freaking about some trivial thing. She probably just broke a nail. Or Maybe Daley had slapped her one! Nah. He shouldn't get his hopes up.
"What?" He sighed and reaching for a banana.
Taylor gasped for breath. "I think . . . I think I must be dieing."
"Okay" Eric said calmly unpeeling his banana.
"Eric!" she screeched.
"Yep" He said taking a big bite out of the pale fruit.
"I'm bleeding! Down there!" She cried hysterically pointing between her legs where a maroon stain had appeared.
Eric choked on his banana.
Taylor plopped to the ground sobbing. "What am I going to do? I don't want to die! Oh God! My shorts! My poor white Abercrombie shorts!" Taylor covered her face with her hands.
Eric felt as if he were going to pass out.
"I should tell Jackson. He should know that I'm sick and that everyone could get this . . . elbow virus." She whimpered beneath her mane of golden hair.
"Ebola" Eric said automatically.
"What?" Taylor asked tearfully raising her head up to look at him.
"Nothing" He stammered looking at the ground, at the butterfly flitting above Taylor's head, even at his thumb, anywhere but her. Taylor wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up shakily. Her movement shook Eric out of his stupor.
"Wait, where are you going?" he asked standing as well, but using the tree as support.
"I told you! I've got to tell Jackson!" she said waspishly tears streaming down her face.
"No you should stay here. Uh . . . why don't you sit down . . . in the shade. I'll go get help." He forced out before sprinting off into the trees and leaving Taylor to contemplate her fate.
Eric ran deliriously through the thick trees, ignorant of the branches slapping against his pampered skin. He only had one thought and that was to get to the well. Well, there was also "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" and of course "eeeeeeeewwwwww!". He burst through the trees like his tail-end was on fire and stooped over struggling hard to catch his breath.
Melissa looked up at him through sweaty tendrils of hair where she crouched, on the ground, filling a water jug.
"We have a problem." Eric wheezed.
Author's Note: Dah, dah, dah! What will happen next? Will we find out if someone thought to bring tampons? What about Taylor? How could she NOT know about menstruation? Will Eric pass out? Stay tuned! And of course review, review, review! (Any constructive criticism will be welcomed too. Grammar and what not.)