Hello, Readers! This is next chapter of my story. I plan to keep them on the island for a while so I will be moving ahead in time after this chapter.
Disclaimer: Sadly, Bones does not belong to me. If it did I would keep Booth in my closet, ;) Also, I do not own People or FHM magazines.
Stranded With You
Chapter 2
By Daisymay390
Unknown Island
The Next Day
Booth rolled over and reached for Bones in his sleep, when he found nothing but empty space he became more fully awake and looked around for his partner. Blinking against the bright sunlight he finally saw her in the surf wearing a bikini and trying to wash her hair. He smiled when he realized he was now stranded alone on a desert island with her and there would be no interruptions for the foreseeable future. Getting up, he decided to join her in the water.
"Hey, Bones," he said with a smile, "How did you sleep?"
"Really well, actually," Bones said looking up with a grin, "I don't think I've slept that well in a long time."
"I'm glad, Bones," Booth said as he reached her side and put his arms around her.
"Seeley, I'm scared. What if we're never found? How are we going to survive on this island?" Bones asked as she looked into his eyes.
"We'll survive, Bones and we can't give up hope that we'll be found. I'm sure they've got search teams out looking for us right now. Besides, you are tough and I know how to survive in the wilderness, we'll be okay. For now lets just see what we can find in the plane and then go explore the island, alright?" Booth reassured her.
"Okay," Bones said before turning towards the plane wreckage, "Booth, we need to give the pilot a decent burial, too." Bones suggested.
"You're right, Bones, we'll do that first and then go through our supplies," Booth called after her as he started to follow her.
A short time later they had managed to get was left of the pilot out of the cockpit and bury him in a grave on a hilltop overlooking the beach. Booth said a few words that he could remember from the various funerals he had attended and Bones even managed to say a poem that she had memorized in Guatemala.
After burying the pilot, they went back to the plane to see what they could find. Thankfully they discovered that their luggage had survived the crash and it was still relatively intact. Along with their clothes and toiletries, they also discovered a first aid kit in the plane and some airline food that consisted of pretzels and various kinds of sodas. Pooling their resources, they discovered they had 11 bottles of water, 6 bags of pretzels, 2 bags of peanuts, 1 package of band-aids, some hydrogen peroxide, some chlorine tablets for purifying water, seventy-four dollars, some rope, a Swiss army knife, a FHM and People Magazine, a copy of Bones' latest book, Booth's Bible and some CD's but no way to play them.
Bones went through her luggage and discovered that she had two swimsuits, 1 dress, and several pairs of shorts, several sets of underwear as well as several pairs of socks, 1 pair of flip-flops, 1 pair of tennis shoes, and 1 pair of dress pumps, along with the contents of her kit. Her computer had not fared well in the crash and was completely beyond repair. She decided she would be good on clothes for the time being but her toiletries were another story. She had packed light in regards to her toiletries and only had enough to last maybe two weeks, beyond that she would have to find other things to freshen up. As for her monthly cycle, she would run out of supplies within a month and she dared to wonder what she would do then.
Booth was also going through his supplies and found he was in much the same way that Bones was in. He had one swimsuit, three pairs of shorts, one pair of jeans, four T-shirts, six pairs of boxers, one pair of flip-flops, some socks, and one pair of tennis shoes. He had packed more toiletries than Bones, but he still wasn't much better than her. He had enough toothpaste and shampoo to last him three to four weeks but he only one disposable razor because he had not been expecting to be gone that long. When his razor was dulled too badly to use he would have to grow a beard, he just hoped Bones wouldn't mind.
"So, what do we do now?" Bones asked as she packed her meager supplies back into her suitcase.
"Well, I say first we build a shelter to get out of the elements at night. Then we should go search the island to see what we can find. I'm pretty good at finding plants that are edible and I'm sure there is some wildlife on this island. We also need to see if there is a source of fresh water."
"Okay, Mr. Army Ranger, how exactly do we go about building a shelter?" Bones asked sarcastically.
"First, we need to cut down some of those bamboo stalks and tie them together to form logs, then we should be able to stack them on top of each other to build a kind of a log cabin. Then, we can make a roof out of those palm branches," Booth said as he started to work.
Bones shrugged and decided Booth's idea was as good as any, she got to work with him. In a matter of hours they had constructed a reasonably large one-room hut with space for sleeping and living. Booth had managed to salvage two seats from the plane to make a corner of the hut into a sitting room and they had made a bed for them out of palm branches and airline blankets. They had decided to do their cooking outside on the open fire and they would eat around the fire or inside in the sitting room.
After the hut was completed, they went to explore the island. They discovered that the island was small enough to walk end to end in about 3 hours and there was a fresh river that got its source at a small lake with a waterfall. The whole island consisted of dense vegetation and lush wildlife. They discovered that the island was indeed populated with all sorts of wild animals that would be great for cooking and eating. They could rely on Booth's guns to catch food but the bullets would only last so long. When the bullets ran out they would have to fashion some other way to catch food to live on. At least they wouldn't have to worry about water, they seemed to have plenty of that.
They were exhausted from their exploring so after Booth killed a wild pig for dinner that night, they sat down to roast it on a homemade fire spit. After dinner Booth pulled out the latest edition of People Magazine that he had picked up while waiting at the airport and started to read it.
"Look, Bones," Booth exclaimed, "It looks Tom and Katie are splitting up!"
"Booth, why do you insist on reading that trash?" Bones said as she looked up from her book.
"Oh, come on, Bones," Booth whined, "It's not like we have anything else to do. Be glad we have anything else to do. I imagine I'll get bored of this magazine in a few days. At least let me enjoy it while it lasts. Once I get bored with it I'll read your book again, okay?"
"Fine, Booth, but it will be a while before I read the Bible our of boredom. I guess you're right, we should enjoy the entertainment while it lasts."
"See, you're learning already, Bones," Booth said with a full on a charm smile.
Bones just smiled and went back to reading. Deep down in her mind she wondered what they would do without any form of modern entertainment. She hoped that they would be rescued soon because she didn't want to imagine what they would do when the books and magazines ran out.
Meanwhile, back at the lab….
The whole lab had been eerily quiet after Cam's announcement that Brennan and Booth had been lost at sea and were not likely to be found. Cam was locked up in her office pretending that she didn't care about the fact that her ex-lover and her sometimes rival were dead. Angela had done much the same thing except she was taking it harder; she hadn't even made it into work that day. Zach had come into work and was trying to keep up a brave face while working. Hodgins had stayed at home to comfort Angela but was trying to organize the search.
"Sir," the man in charge of the search was saying, "We've been searching all night, there is a very small chance they could even still be alive."
"I don't care, keep searching. Money is no object, alright? I can pay for anything you need, I don't doubt for a minute that they are still alive." Hodgins demanded.
Angela looked up at Hodgins when he came back into their room, "Have they found them yet?" she said hopefully.
"No, honey, I'm sorry, they haven't." Hodgins said regretfully.
"Do you think they are still alive?" Angela pleaded.
"Yes, I do," Hodgins said emphatically.
"Me too, and we will find them," Angela said with the first trace of confidence in her voice.