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Thankyou all for the wonderful reviews, I hope this next chapter lives up to expectations. Lots more plot holes, slightly emo Lucas, awkward Harry and Ruth to come!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to Kudos, Monastic, BBC etc. no copyright infringement intended! The location is mine though ... because I made it up!

Day 1:-

6 hours left of charge on Ruth's kindle

"I really have no idea what happened."

"I know what happened. He jinxed it."

"I jinxed it?"

"Yes, you did!"

"Please, Ruth, give me the scientific explanation of the 'jinx'."

"You said 'nothing bad can happen because I'm Sir Harry Pearce, I'm big boss guy' and ... and then something went wrong!"

"Fantastic. I brought the plane down on words alone apparently."

"You two need to calm down."

Beth opened her eyes at Dimitri's voice. The sun glared down on her face and there was sand beneath her. She groaned in realisation that it wasn't all a big, ridiculously realistic nightmare. The plane had really crashed.

She looked over and found Dimitri standing opposite Ruth and Harry on the beach, who had their arms crossed and were refusing to look at eachother.

"Where are we?" Beth asked, looking around their surroundings.

"New York," Ruth answered, "at least we would be if Harry had kept quiet."

Beth wiped her hands on her trousers and started searching the shore for something... there!

She ran over and waded into the sea. Just a few metres out floated a suitcase, her suitcase.

Dimitri saw what she was doing and ran to help. That left Harry and Ruth, still trying to ignore eachother. It took only a few seconds for one of them to break;

"You don't really think I had anything to do with the plane crash, do you?" Harry asked, worried that Ruth might think him some sort of evil terrorist. He knew what she did to terrorists and vowed that he would make sure she didn't go anywhere near fallen tree branches.

"No, Harry," Ruth sighed rubbing her face, "it's just..." She paused as she pulled her hands away and found them flecked with blood.

"You have a cut," Harry said, concerned, "you should get it checked out-"

"-Yeah, it could get infected and weep puss before eventually crusting over and disfiguring your face," Lucas' voice cut clear as a bell through the air as he wandered over to them.

"It might just be a small cut that will close on it's own," Harry noted the panic and fear in Ruth's expression and tried to reassure her.

"No cut is small and safe," Lucas replied, not catching on to Harry's attempts, "it will get infected and more than likely you could lose half your face."

Ruth started to hyperventilate.

"For crying out loud Lucas!" Harry shouted, exasperated, "you're giving her a panic attack!"

"Sorry," Lucas immediately apologised, looking abashed. Ruth shook her head, letting him know she forgave him. He watched her take steadier breaths.

"... A panic attack could kill you, you know."

...

Beth grabbed one end of her suitcase, Dimitri grabbed the other.

"Did you manage to get anyone elses bags and suitcases?" Beth asked as they pulled it towards the shore.

"Mine was in a tree and I found Ruth and Harry's stuff a couple of centimetres apart on the beach. Even their bags are hopeless with eachother."

"What about Lucas' suitcase?"

"That may have accidentally floated out to sea." Dimitri replied evasively.

"Accidentally?"

"Okay, maybe it had a bit of help from Tariq and myself."

"You just kind of pushed it away when it was in the water?" Beth was intrigued. Why didn't she think to do that?

"Well we pulled it down from the tree, wrestled it out of Lucas' hands, ran to the shore with it and Tariq swam with it out to sea before pushing it away."

"I see."

"... And we held Lucas back until we saw a shark get it."

...

Beth and Dimitri made it back to shore in good time, with her suitcase in hand.

Lucas was scouting the beach for more survivors or luggage. Tariq sat under the nearest tree, laptop out and was furiously typing.

Ruth had found her kindle on the beach and was frantically dusting sand off it. She flicked the switch, once, twice, three times and prayed that it would come on.

"Please," she begged, looking at it, "please, please, please!"

The kindle screen turned on.

"Oh thank god!" she sighed, "although I think my warranty covers this."

"Ruth," Harry said from his position sitting on the beach, "if it didn't work, how on earth were you going to get it replaced for free?"

"Err," Ruth hated being outsmarted, it just wasn't right, "Go Compare guy!"

"...What?"

"He could have swam here like he does on the adverts."

Harry took a mental note to educate Ruth later in the finer points of gracefully losing an argument.

As it was, he was saved from commenting further by the arrival of Beth and Dimitri, dragging the suitcase behind them.

"This place is nice, right?" Beth asked, looking at the dense forest ahead of them, "I mean, take out the horrific plane crash and possibility of never being rescued, before eventually having our rotting corpses found on the shore being eaten by wild hogs. I could really see me settling down in a nice villa here."

"What's in your suitcase Beth?" Harry asked wearily. The girl made his head spin sometimes, and not in the good 'too much whiskey and Rod Stewart on the radio' kind of way.

"Essentials," she replied succinctly, "everything one might need when trapped on a desert island."

"You've been trapped on a desert island before?" Dimitri asked, curious.

"No," Beth admitted, "but I watched 'Lost'."

Ruth was busy unzipping Beth's large, overpacked suitcase. She lifted the lid and sighed.

"I don't remember seeing alcohol, Oreos or quite so many guns in 'Lost', Beth."

"Exactly," Beth nodded, smiling, "and that's why it sucked. At least we can have a good time while we're here."

"What do we do now?" Ruth asked Harry, who was still sitting down. He glanced at them all and saw their vulnerable, confused and lost expressions. He was the Head of Section D, their leader. It was this kind of situation that he needed to stand up and take charge of. He got to his feet confidentally and puffed out his chest in new found importance.

"Drawing on all my experience from desert island scenarios," He told them all, "we need to set up two teams, the Tigers and the Sharks."

"'Shipwrecked?" Ruth all but shrieked, "we're stuck after a horrific plane crash on a desert island with no shelter, no safety and no help, and you're giving us the choice of two teams from a weekend Channel 4 TV programme?"

They were all silent for a moment, Harry in particular looking abashed. It was Beth who eventually broke their silence with-

"I call Sharks!"

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