Let me introduce you to my BTR fanfic, "Mojave" based off an episode from "I Shouldn't Be Alive" © Animal Planet. You can watch the video on Netflix, Animal Planet or for free through Youtube or this link(remove the spaces)-
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This is a survival story featuring all the guys from Big Time Rush. This is not a slash fic but there will be plenty of action, bromance and intense emotions.
Location: Death Valley within the Mojave desert of Inyo County, California
Extra: My family used to dirt bike for years. We own the two bikes mentioned below & I'm actually enjoying having to remember my experiances in the desert in order to write this...who knew that they would ever come in handy?
I hope you'll enjoy it; I'd love to hear your predictions on what will happen and critiques! I couldn't wait to start this story, so here is the beginning of our grand adventure. Please enjoy the first chapter!
Warning:
The rating may increase as we go along for violence, graphic imagery, disturbing or uncomfortable situations. If at any time you feel like it's too much to handle, please press the back button and carry on with your lovely day :)
Disclaimer:
James, Logan, Kendall and Carlos belong to BTR © Nickelodeon
"I Shouldn't Be Alive" © Animal Planet, thank you for the inspiration!
Mojave
Chapter 1
The Adventure Begins
Warm, wind-engulfed clouds hovered close to the thin horizon upon which a jagged mountainous range jutted upwards to pierce the azure sky. Tufts of rusty grass dotted the barren landscape, forming in clusters besides bulbous moonstone formations.
All was quiet in the wasteland of stone and sun-bleached sand. The only element of visible movement that disturbed the wild setting was the rolling trail of dust issuing from beneath a metallic white truck streaking across the blistering savannah.
Narrowing in on the skittish vehicle, one could hear the vibrations of some familiar reggae tune floating out of half-cracked windows. Bumping and jostling over slight dips in the road known by the locals as whoops, the occupants merrily hummed along, casting all worries aside in anticipation of reaching their remote destination.
"Right," Came the quiet chirp from the passenger seat as a raven-haired young man looked up from scanning a worn traveler's map which was found stuffed away beneath the back seat two weeks prior to the journey,
"Turn right. Right here Kendall!"
"Oh relax Logan." The blonde replied in a nonchalant manner as he hastily swiveled the steering wheel in the demanded direction, recklessly crashing through the underbrush,
"I know where we're going."
"Well," His pale companion huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two slender fingers,
"It looked like you were going to miss it to me."
Kendall shrugged in reply, noticing how his Spiderman shaped keychain attached to the keys stuck in the ignition slot jingled along with the careening car,
"But I know this desert like the back of my hand! My dad used to take me and my sis out here all the time when we were little."
"I don't care!" The tenor voice rose to a higher pitch as he aggravatedly waved the map out in front of the charismatic face not paying any attention to the almost indiscernible road,
"I've already told you how easy it is to get lost in the desert, regardless of how many times you've been here!"
"Hahah you're right." Kendall good-naturally admitted, finding it easier to agree with his friend than to start a pointless battle between the driver and the self-proclaimed navigator of this lunatic expedition.
"Of course I'm right." The pout transformed into a stiff lipped smile as the pale boy twisted in his seat to check up on the passengers located behind him.
"You guys good back there?"
"Um…well, I'm sort of cramped."
Deep, brown eyes crinkled in surprised enjoyment. Two dunces were tangled and squished against one another, Carlos's chin twisted against the metal bar of a lawn chair and his friend's torso while James struggled to situate his contorted legs from stretching beyond the tendon's strict limits.
Miscellaneous ice coolers full of cold beverages and snacks dug into their ribcages, sleeping bags bombarded glass windows, luggage and various tools hemmed the pair in on all sides while stacks of firewood smashed their pinched feet.
"All's good in the hood, Logie!" The cheerful, helmet-encased head sang out from beneath a colossal pile of debris. The shaggy-headed but refined brunette beamed at his playful partner then back up to the front of the vehicle,
"Haha we're fine. But hopefully we'll find camp soon, my legs can't take much more of this!"
"Not to worry James, our camping lot is just over the next hill."
Muffled laughter fell from the lips of the driver who chanced to look up from the road every so often to take a peek at the scene that presented itself in the rear view mirror.
"It looks like Carlos is enjoying himself." Logan nodded, readjusting his loose seatbelt more firmly across his waist,
"Yeah. But it's James we'll have to worry about once we get there."
"What do you mean?" Burly eyebrows inched up in concern but the apprehension dissipated due to the soft wink flashed towards him,
"I have no clue if he'll ever be able to get those long legs of his to straighten out!"
Dust spilled over the dry ground in waves as the cramped Dodge Dakota chugged over a small rise and rolled down into a semi-cleared out hollow at the base of a crumbling slope. Gliding into a fixed position, the vehicle carrying two impressive dirt bikes rumbled to a stop.
An electric green Kawasaki 65, built for speed and precision, leaned against a beast of a machine, the Honda CR 450-the monster's bright red panels glistening beneath the heavy summer sun. Both beautifully crafted bikes shone like a reflective mirror over the edge of the truck's bed, the freshly polished steel of the powerful engines made for shifting earth glinted in their own glory.
Kicking the door open, converse hit the ground.
"Alright boys," A triumphant Kendall Knight strode out into the middle of the clearing, proudly surveying the area in satisfaction,
"Time to set up camp!"