Thank you so much for all the nice reviews, I can't begin to say how much I love them. So it took me a little while to come up with this one but here it is! This one is kind of a fill in to the next one, I hope you enjoy it as well and don't find it too damn boring! Lol

Oh! I even used one of Chris' real post on Twitter here! ;-p

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Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air.
If my wings should fail me, Lord, please meet me with another pair"

Words keep dancing in my head; strange words, faint words, dull words… they make no sense. They keep coming at me, each syllable piercing my brain with fierce intensity, menacing to split my head in two.

I want them to stop.

The rational part inside of me that hasn't died yet recognizes some of these words as extracts of something bigger… something I've heard before. Is it a prayer? I can't quiet grasp their meaning…

"Stephanie"

With great effort, I slightly turn my head, trying to follow the source of this new sound. It's faint like the other ones, but this one doesn't come from inside my head, it comes from the outside… as if someone was calling to me.

"Stephers…"

Doing my best to ignore the searing pain in my head that I'm sure is slowly killing me, I open my eyes… and yet I see nothing. There is a black veil in front of my eyes that doesn't let me see anything. For a moment I wonder if I opened them in the first place.

I try it again, closing my eyes and then opening them again… nothing. There's something about this that feels very wrong…

A series of flashbacks invade my mind, mingling themselves with the strange words that haven't ceased tormenting me, causing a bigger pain in my head that makes me groan out loud in disapproval… but I remember now… full reality has blow up in my face.

I remember the plane breaking apart in mid-air and then falling… there was a woman who got swallowed into the darkness, and then something hitting my head… Oh God! What if the impact blinded me?

I panic at the mere thought of being blind and I try to jerk away from whatever is holding me still, but as soon as my battle for freedom begins I feel the hold getting tighter, imprisoning me.

"What…"

"Steph… listen" The voice is still faint, but I recognize it just fine.

"Chris?" I mumble, feeling a wave of relieve wash over me. "I… I can't see you" I place my hands against what I believe are his shoulders, realizing for the first time that my feet are not touching the ground… in fact, they are not touching anything.

I blink a couple of time, trying to understand what the hell is happening here! There's water up to my chest and the only thing that is holding me up is Chris' arms around my waist.

"I can't see you" I repeat, this time panic coming out through my voice. Why can't I see him? I can feel him pressed against me, I can even feel him breathing… but I can't see him, I can't see anything!

His cold fingers find their way up to my face. He touches me tentatively, providing in me an odd sense of comfort that I can't quiet comprehend. "I'm here… it's ok… it's just the power that went off…"

I release a breath I didn't even realized I was holding… but then it hits me. We are still inside the plane, and this water can only mean that we crashed into the ocean…

"Stephers, I need you to listen carefully to what I'm going to say, can you do that?"

I nod, closing my eyes as I wait for him to tell me what he needs to tell me.

"Steph… Are you listening to me?" He tightens his hold on me, bringing us closer than we have ever been.

"I am" I blurt out, my inability to see and his closeness getting the best of me.

"Ok, so listen carefully because we don't have much time. We crashed into the ocean… I think the cabin turned upside down in the water, trapping us in it. We can't stay here because soon enough it will drag us to the bottom of the ocean with it. Now, there is an opening right where the plane ripped, but to exit through it we need to swim our way to it"

Oh no… I'm so going to drown here! There's no way I can make it, I've never been able to hold my breath underwater for too long… add to it my headache and the fact that I can't see a damn thing and I'm screwed!

"So this is what we are going to do, I want you to swim very close to this…" He takes my hand in his and places it against a wall… or something. "And all the way down until you find the opening I just told you. Once you reach it, go to the other side and swim to the surface. Can you do that?"

"I don't… I don't know" I admit in a broken whisper.

"There is no choice on the matter Stephers, you either try it or drown here"

His tone is exasperated; it only fires something inside of me that is very close to anger. "Then why do ask if you…"

"Hey, hey! I need you to focus here" His fingers are back to my face and I close my mouth at his reasoning.

He's right, even in my distress I know that. "I am focused… I can do it"

"Great, because you'll go first, I will follow close behind" He lets go of me, and for a slight moment of blind panic I feel the urge to cling to him again.

Of course I don't do that.

"Ok…" I can do this, I'm a McMahon damn it! I can do anything…

"So, on the count of three?"

I take a deep breath. "Ok" I can do this; this wasn't a big plane, hell! It wasn't even a plane, just a jet… and a small one. Now ripped in two…

"1…"

The opening should be near enough for me to reach it without problems… this will be easy.

"2…"

I just need to concentrate on my breathing…

"3"

God I'm so not ready to do this… I submerge nonetheless, dreading the way the cold water embraces me whole, taking me into its mysterious darkness.

I swim my way down, my eyes stinging because even when I can't see a damn thing I can't manage to keep them close.

I really, really hate not being able to breathe.

I hate it down here too… its way too quiet, there's a calmness that is too eerie for my liking. The only sound I can register is the beating of my own heart. It is beating frantically and I'm afraid it will burst into a million pieces inside my chest.

I keep swimming, ignoring everything… my lungs already protesting the lack of oxygen.

I try to hurry, and when I finally reach the opening I was looking for, I take a hold at the edge of the twisted metal and cross to the other side.

Or so I hope, because if I didn't then I'm already making my way back into the cabin. A cabin that by now could be completely submerged underwater for all I know.

I begin the ascent that I hope will take me to the surface; by now my lungs are screaming in pain, sending a bolt of discomfort right into my chest.

This is the most distressing feeling I ever had in my life; as much as I keep swimming upward I still haven't reached the surface. I kick and swim and swallow water and still nothing.

My headache has passed to be a slight inconvenience, the icy fingers of this black water tightening around my throat is the only thing my mind can worry as of now.

I don't know if I'm going to make it out of here, the image of my broken body floating in these waters for all eternity begging to settle in my mind…

But then, when all hope was gone and my hold on life was disintegrating through my fingers, my head breaks to the surface and a cool breeze welcomes me outside.

I manage to take a deep breath somewhere in between a fits of coughing. I don't mind… the air filling my lungs is sweet and comforting; breathing had never been so missed!

I take a look around, relieved with the fact that I can finally see. The sky is a black, starry canopy above me, the face of the moon providing the only illumination to the desolation that surrounds me…

I take it all in, I'm in the middle of a big, vast nothingness… there's just water and what I assume are broken pieces of the jet floating everywhere.

But no Chris… I look around, searching for any sign of him… nothing. Struggling to maintain myself floating, I give another full turn, hoping to see his head poking out of the water.

Such thing doesn't happen.

Desperation begins to eat a hole in the pit of my stomach… Chris is nowhere to be found… I'm about to start calling for him when as if in cue his head breaks to the surface.

I've never been so glad to see him in my entire life! Even when we aren't the best of friends I wouldn't like him to die here.

That takes me to another matter… what about the pilot? Where is he…?

"Woo! Mama-se, mama-sa, ma-ma-coo-sa"

Oh no! Now he lost his mind… I heard that lack of oxygen to the brain can do that. I swim to where his is, a bit preoccupied, and as soon as I approach him he turns to face me.

"You ok?" He asks while rubbing water off his eyes.

Well, he looks sane to me, even when that is one of the stupidest questions I have ever heard.

"The plane I was in broke in mid-flight and crashed, now I'm adrift in the middle of the ocean, what do you think?"

"Ok… still same old Stephanie… I was hoping the blow to the head would turn you into a nicer version of yourself" He turns around and swims to a big-white floating object that looks suspiciously like one of the jet's wings. He rests half of his body on top of it.

It looks better that fighting to maintain myself afloat, so I decide to ignore his previous comment and swim to it as well.

Survival is what I need to set my mind into.

The wing… or what is left of it is big enough for both of us, maybe not to climb on top of it, but I guess it will support at least half our bodies afloat.

I rest against it; my back to Chris as his is to mime. The surface is rough and it scratches my skin as I lay on it… I hope rescue comes soon!

"Don't fall asleep" He commands after a long period of silence.

"Why not?" I do not intend to, but I don't take it well when people order me around.

"Geez… where do I start? First, you took a nasty blow to the head and everybody knows that falling asleep is the dumbest thing to do after a bump in the head; second, you could roll over and fall into the ocean where you could drown or be eaten by a shark or something; third… I don't need a third! The first two are valid enough for you to comprehend"

I roll my eyes; I liked him better back in that cabin, when death was upon us.

Whatever…

I submerge my hand into the water, watching it disappear in its blackness. It is still dark in here, the ocean a mere reflection of the night that watches over us.

There are no sharks in here… at least I hope so, because if there are we are both doomed… I mean, we could get half our bodies eaten out here… as they are still underwater.

"So what's the last movie you saw?" He ask casually, as if we where… anywhere but here!

"What?"

"You know, movies… also known as films, they usually come to theaters first and then get release on DVD… your father's company has even produced a few ones"

"I know what a movie is, but thanks for the lesson in the matter"

"So…"

I take a deep breath, I know that he is trying to form a civil conversation; it just feels kind of awkward… after all we are in the middle of the open sea, all alone and floating over a broken wing of what used to be our plane.

"I don't remember" I finally say and I swear I'm speaking the truth. "I've been busy…"

"Wow… too busy to watch a movie, that sucks"

I shrug even when he can't see it… what can I say, it's true. I'm a very busy woman, work consumes all my life.

"What about music, do you like music and if so what kind of music you dig? Or you are too busy to listen to it too?"

I shrug again, thinking about how we have known each other for such a long time and we don't even know basic facts about each other…

I do like music; I just don't get to hear too much of it… told you I was busy. I don't tell him that, obviously! I think about it for a while and come up with the ones I like the most.

"I like Alternative, The Foo Fighters, Coldplay, Breaking Benjamin…"

He chuckles and I stop talking. "What?"

"Nothing… keep going" I can hear amusement in his voice and I wonder what did I say to amuse him so.

"No, you are making fun of me! What's wrong with my taste in music?" I say a bit too lighthearted for the situation we are in.

"Nothing, really. Just not the type of music I listen to"

"Hmmm…" I bet he likes the loud one, the one I can't stand… I do know he haves a band…

We fall again into a comfortable silence. This is really surreal, it's the kind of stuff that happens in B movies and crappy novels, it's definitely not the kind of stuff that happens in real life… at least not in mine.

"Chris?"

"What?"

"Do you think they are looking for us?"

"Of course they are, Stephers. Before the sun comes up we are going to hear a helicopter flying by and then we are going to see men in cool blue uniforms climbing down a rope to rescue us"

I nod, hoping that he is right, because I'm getting too damn cold in here and I want to go back to firm land… there's nothing I want more than that right now.

"We are going to have a hell of a tale to share when we go back… maybe we'll even get a movie out of this. I want Brad Pitt to play my part"

I frown, only Chris could come up with such nonsense.

"I wish they would hurry up…" I say as an afterthought before closing my eyes, I'm feeling very tired.

"Do you really think there are sharks in here?"

He doesn't respond immediately and for a moment I think he fell asleep on me… great, and he was the one ordering me not to do that!

"Of course not"

I smile, I know he is lying but I don't mind, we are not going to be here long enough for sharks to come and greet us into their domain, because soon there will be a helicopter, maybe a boat searching for us.

I know it.

TBC!

A/N The lyrics at the beginning are part of a cover song by Led Zeppelin called In My Times Of Dying. I just liked them and threw them here!