A/N~ Okay, So Here's Chapter 2. I Want To Thank Everyone For The Reviews!
Warning~ There's Some Hurt Shawn In This Chapter.
Disclaimer~ Nope, I Do Not Own Psych Or Anything Nearly As Awesome As Psych. Sry To Get Your Hopes Up.
Chapter 2:
Day 1: This Flights Destination Has Changed.
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"Think we can make it?"
"I'm not sure." Shawn said bushing a few buttons. "But i'm going to damn as hell try!"
It was only about 15 minutes, but it seemed like eternity as he sat there and watched Shawn flipping switches, pressing buttons and ordering the pilot to do the same. Lassiter found himself thinking random things like;
When did Spencer learn how to fly a plane? and Since when has he ever been so forceful and taken charge? and He's so handsome when he's serious. And where the hell out of left field did that thought come from! Lassiter shook his head, blaming it on the being in peril and what not.
Suddenly the island came into sight and Shawn sighed in relief.
"Just a bit farther and we should be safe." Shawn said. "Just a few more minutes."
They may have been in the home stretch, but that didn't wipe the serious look off Shawn's face, and for good reason. A few seconds later there was a loud creaking sound followed by an explosion that shook the whole plane. Shawn was back to flipping switches and cranking levers.
Shawn quickly turned around and dread in his eyes as he relayed the worst news they could have heard. "The right engine just blew up."
The plane was slowly loosing altitude and there was nothing either Shawn nor the pilot could do. Shawn turned off the right engine to stop it from exploding further and just sat back. He let the pilot steer the metal death trap for a minute.
"Spencer, are-are we going to make it?" Lassiter asked, scared that they were going to die. "Will we make it with no engines?"
Shawn looked up and saw the fear in Lassiter's eyes. Fear was also showing his eyes, only making the fear in Lassiter grow.
Shawn sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. We might, or we might have to crash land in the water and swim to shore, if we survive." Shawn said. "We'll see in a minute when we get closer to the island."
Lassiter slid down the wall to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Am I really going to die here? Now? With Spencer and some pilot who can't even fly to Hawaii without blowing up the plane? I don't want to die here and now. I have still have so many things to do, so many places to see, people who I-
Lassiter's thoughts were cut off by the plane lurching forward. He jumped up and saw that Shawn was steering the plane with a determined and fierce look on his face.
Guess he doesn't want to die yet either. Lassiter thought as the plane lurched again.
"Go get in a seat and buckle up!" Shawn yelled.
"What! No way I'm just going to leave you up here!" Lassiter yelled back.
"NOW!" Shawn yelled in a no nonsense tone. "I'm landing this plane! If you don't want to be thrown around like a rag doll, I suggest you go sit down and put a seatbelt on! NOW!"
Lassiter knew Shawn wasn't messing around. He went back into the passengers cabin and sat in the closest seat with a seatbelt. He strapped him in and waited for the impact. I took longer that he thought it would before he felt the plane start to nose dive.
Shawn was desperately trying to steer the plane toward the island. Once he determined that the plane would indeed make it to the island, he searched for a clearing to land the plane. He spotted a semi-clearing of trees near the beach. That'll have to do. He thought. He buckled himself up and told the pilot what he was going to have to do if this was going to work successfully.
The plane neared the island and Shawn waited for the perfect moment to set his plan in motion. They were about a quarter of a mile from the island when Shawn yanked the steering wheel, making the plane's nose dive downward. Within seconds the plane was headed for the water right by the beach. He jerked the wheel in the opposite direction and leveled the plane out. The plane was nearly horizontal with the water. The plane skidded a bit on the water before hitting the sand. The plane jerked and slowed as it tore past the sand and into the forest beyond the beach. There were more trees than Shawn would have liked, but it had to do,
They could feel the wings of the plane hitting the trees and eventually being torn off, but the plane kept sliding. It must have slid nearly 800 yards into the forest before finally coming to a jerky stop as it hit a particularly large tree.
Everything seemed to have dulled. The loud sound from the plane crashing through the forest were replaced with small whines of metal and glass falling out of window panes.
Shawn heard a groan from behind him. He looked over at the pilot, but what he saw horrified him. The pilot was laying limp in his chair; a large metal pole sticking through his side, easily hitting his heart. Shawn tentatively reached his hand out and placed his fingers to the mans neck. Shawn's breath hitched when he felt no pulse. Shawn retracted his hand and balled it into a fist as tears began to fall. He slammed said fist into the arm rest over and over and over again, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up through the tears and saw Lassiter.
"He's d-dead Lassie." Shawn stuttered.
"Yeah, I know Spencer." Lassiter took his hand of Shawn's shoulder. "And we can't change it. So for now, lets focus on making sure you're okay."
"What about you Lassie?" Shawn asked, rubbing the tears from his eyes. "You're not hurt are you?"
"I'm fine." Shawn looked at him unconvinced. "I'm a little banged up. A few cuts on my arms and I'l be having a big bruise from the seatbelt, but I'm fine. Now are you hurt anywhere?"
Shawn did a mental check and found that nothing hurt too much. A few cut on his forearms and his legs. He'd probably have an identical bruise from the seatbelt, but besides that, nothing hurt to bad.
"No, I seem fine." Shawn said unbuckling himself. "Besides a few cuts, I think I'm good."
"Well that's a relief, I'm glad that I don't have to take care of an injured Spencer." Lassiter said.
"Yeah well, you're lucky." Shawn said with a small laugh as he went to stand. "I'm a pain in the ass when I'm hur-Ah!"
Shawn grunted in pain and fell back into his seat.
"Spencer!" Lassiter yelled and stepped closed to him. "What's the matter!"
"My, m-my leg!" Shawn said through gritted teeth. "My left leg."
Lassiter knelt next to Shawn's leg and quickly saw the problem. There was a large gash in his calf about two inches long, and it looked deep. Lassiter cursed.
"What is it?" Shawn said trying to control his breathing. "What's wrong."
"It's not to bad." Lassiter said. "You have a gash in you calf about inch and half, two inches long."
"Great!" Shawn sighed.
"Hold on a second." Lassiter said as he got up ran back into the larger room.
A minute later he came back with a first aid kit. Lassiter pulled out some Neosporin, bandages, and an alcohol swab.
"This might hurt a bit, but bear through it." Lassiter warned as he opened alcohol swab.
He ran the swab over the gash and he could feel Shawn tense under his touch. He finished with the swab and quickly applied the medicine before wrapping the wound with bandages.
"There, that should do it." Lassiter said as he stood up. "Can you stand?"
"I can try." Shawn said and tried to stand.
Shawn grunted in pain as he stood, though it was less pain than the first time. Plus, it wasn't unexpected this time. However, once he was finally standing, his breathing was labored and his face was skewered in pain.
"Come on Spencer," Lassiter wrapped his arm around Shawns back, taking some of the weight off his left leg. "Lets get you laying down."
Shawn let Lassiter lead him to one of the bench seats and sat down.
"Thanks Lassie." Shawn breathed heavily.
Lassiter simply nodded.
"Lassie." Shawn's voice was a little hesitant. "What are we going to do about the pilot?"
Lassiter had to think about that one. They couldn't leave the body where it was. It would start to rot in a day or two.
"We'll dig a grave for him." Lassiter said.
He saw the sadness in Shawn's eyes over the lost life, and for the first time he saw Shawn as... Well Shawn, and not 'The annoying fake psychic who could do his job better than him.' Lassiter then realized that this wasn't the first time he had seen this look in Shawn's eyes before either. He wondered how he had missed it and scolded himself for it.
"Lassie?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah?"
"What are we going to do?" Shawn sounded like a scared child. "How are we going to get off this island?"
"I don't know, but we'll come up with something." Lassiter consoled. "Don't worry about that now. You have minimal blood loss and look exhausted. Get some rest and I'll see what I can salvage from the cargo."
"Don't leave the plane." Shawn practically begged. "We don't know what types of animals are out there. It'll be safer with two people." Shawn's voice started to drawl towards the end as exhaustion took over.
Lassiter had been right; he was tired. He had just crash landed a plane onto a deserted island. Add the pain from his leg wound, he was dead tired and ready to pass out any second.
"Fine. I'll stay in the plane." Lassiter agreed a bit to easily. "Just get some rest."
Shawn closed his eyes and before he fell asleep he said, "Night Lassie."
"Night Shawn." Lassiter said, knowing Shawn hadn't heard him.
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