Author's Note: Alright! Here's my favorite chapter!

Disclaimer: If Supergirl was mine, there wouldn't be any need for me to write fanfiction, would there?

CHAPTER 3- No POV:

James crashed painfully through the trees, feeling his parachute rip, and scratches appear all over his skin. He landed hard, rolling into a tree and coming to a forceful stop. A similar thud alerted him that someone else had hit ground. Then silence.

James lifted himself slowly on one arm, checking for injuries. Other than a few scratches and bruises, he was fine.

Following the sound of groaning, James stood shakily and found Max laying on the ground a meters away from where he had landed.

"Max!" James knelt down by the other man, shaking his shoulder gently. "You alright?"

"Fine, fine." Max slowly sat up, rubbing his head. "You?"

"No broken bones. Where are the others? And why did we land like that? That wasn't supposed to happen."

"No. Usually there is a set spot for the skydivers to land. We must have blown off course." Suddenly he paled. "Where is everyone else? ALEX?!"

"Max." James started, then stopped, not sure how to break the news to him. "I heard Annalise screaming when we fell."

"That doesn't mean anything." Max said stubbornly. "That girl always screams."

"She, uh, said that her parachute wasn't working. And Alex agreed."

Max shook his head forcefully. "No. No, no, no! What are you saying James? NO!" He buried his face in his hands. Falling from that hight would mean certain death, and they both knew it.

James placed a comforting hand on Max's shoulder. "They could still be alive, Max. They have Supergirl. I'm sure she saved them."

"She couldn't save everyone after Non commanded them to jump off CatCo. She could only save two."

James winced at the painful memory, but continued being the optimist. "They were in there right mind this time. They could have latched on to each other or something. And," He said as something struck him. "It was a longer fall. Kara had more time. She saved them."

Max struggled to his feet. "We have to get back. Find them." He began to walk in a random direction.

James ran after him. "Max, wait, we can't just walk anywhere. We have to figure out which direction is the right one. I'm going to climb a tree or something. Look around."

Max nodded at his logic. "That one look climbable?" James followed his finger and ran over to the think trucked tree. He grabbed on to the bottom branch and pulled himself up.

Clambering quickly to the top, James looked around. The tree bent slightly under his weight and the wind. "I can't believe that they actually were allowed to let us skydive in this wind!" He yelled down to Max.

"Something's not adding up about this. How could 4 of the parachutes be broken?" Max responded. "Can you see anything?"

"No." James was sad to inform him. "Actually... yes! There's smoke rising over there... I think."

"Is it smoke, or rain clouds?" Max asked.

"There's only one way to find out." James responded, climbing down. "Lets go."

They set off at a quick pace. As they walked they tried to figure what they had with them as materials. It wasn't much. "We both have water bottles." James counted and then rooted through his pockets. "And I have... a power bar."

"Why did you bring that?" Max asked, curious.

"When you have a girlfriend that eats 16,000 calories a day, you get used to having food on you all the time." James said with a laugh.

Max sighed. "I hope they're all ok."

James patted his back. "They will be." He changed the subject. "You have anything in your bag?"

Max shook his head. "Nothing except a Swiss Army Knife."

James stared at him. "Dude, this is great news! Now we can make a fire!"

"It's a Swiss Army Knife. Not matches." Max said in a voice used when talking to young child.

James rolled his eyes. "I can make a hand drill, and then we can get a coal to make a fire."

"Oh, yeah, I totally knew that." Max said sarcastically. He rubbed his temples. "Hopefully we will get to civilization soon and we won't even have to make a fire."

James nodded. "We're have all day."

"All day walking through an uninhabited forest without knowing if my fiancé is alive or dead. That's my idea of fun." Max sighed and went silent.

3 hours later they hadn't come across anything at all to lead them back to a peopled area. Both of their cell phones had gone dead trying to find a connection, and, when they finally remember James's Supergirl watch they realized that it was busted beyond use.

So they walked. And walked. And walked. They took a quick break to split the power bar, but that only resulted in them feeling more hungry.

By evening they were both so tired that they decided to stop for the night. Max went to look for dry wood and James started on the hand drill. Thankfully for both of them he was able to get a coal, and a fire burst into life.

As the sun went down a light drizzle started. "Wonderful." Max said with a shiver, trying to find something to cover the fire with. They were lucky enough to find a rotted old tarp buried under some leaves, and they stood it on some sticks to make a sort of tent.

"What now?" Max asked, idly ripping up one leaf after another as he tried to dry off some.

"We could play a game." James suggested.

"No. Let's talk about our girls." James thought this was a good idea, and the two men spent the rest of the evening talking about their favorite people until they fell asleep under the stars.

Max awoke. He was sore, hungry, and thirsty. "James!" He called over to his friend. James woke up, and after a second of confusion he remember what had happened the previous day.

Both of them took a drink out of James bottle; Max's having been already emptied the day before. Their fire had gone out, and the only thing left to do was to keep walking.

They were both walking in silence when James saw a trail of smoke in the distance. Max broke into a run, yelling out.

Suddenly, Max seemed to slip and was sent tumbling down a steep hill. He bounced over and over before coming to an abrupt stop. He stopped moving.

"Max!" James yelled, carefully making his way down the hill himself, slipping slightly and scratching up his arms more. He kneeled down beside his friend and felt his pulse. James breathed a sigh of relief. Max was alive.

James gently nudged the other man, and Max groaned, and expression of deep pain crossing his face and James touched his shoulder.

"Max, come on, wake up." James pleaded, splashing a tiny bit of the precious water on his face.

Max groaned, and opened his eyes. "What happened?" He murmured.

"You fell. Think anything's broken?"

Max took an inventory, yelling out when he tried to roll his left shoulder. "Shoulder- broken..."

James' face fell. "That's not good. Anything else? No ribs, right?" Max shook his head, and very slowly sat up. James gasped.

Across Max's left forearm was a deep gash, blood steadily darkening the shirtsleeve around the cut. Max let out a little scream when he saw the injury, and suddenly felt that pain added to the pain of his shoulder. The world spun.

"Max, stay with me, here." James commanded, grasping his good arm. "We have to follow the smoke, and get you to somewhere where you can get help."

Max nodded weakly, and James helped him up, slinging his right arm around his shoulders. They stumbled up the hill, James taking most of Max's weight, and finally collapsed at the top of the other side, panting.

Max's eyes slid closed, and James hurried to shake his shoulder. "Buddy, you have to stay conscious."

Max nodded. "I'm loosing- too- much- blood." He managed. "You- have to- wrap it up..." James nodded, ripping off the bottom of his t-shirt into a long strip and wrapping it firmly around Max's lower arm.

Max yelled in pain, jarring his arm. His eyes rolled back into his head and he went limp. James rubbed his face in agitation. He had no idea what to do now.

Leaning Max against a tree, James took off the extra sweatshirt he had around his waist. He tied it securely around Max's right shoulder, making a makeshift splint.

Max moaned and regained consciousness. He looked around. "Where am I? James?"

With a spike of dread, James realized that he was delirious. "Hey, Max, we have to walk over there, ok?"

"Ok..." Max said slowly, getting to his feet. "Why- ow ow ow ow ow." His breathing becoming ragged, Max staggered, hand going instinctively to the source of his pain.

James caught at the hand. "Don't touch it. Just try not to move your shoulder, okay?"

"Yeah." Max panted. James looped his good arm securely around his own shoulders, and they set off. The going was slower than James had wanted. Max was slowly slipping into a haze of pain induced fever, and had already drank the rest of the water.

After an hour and a half, James finally decided that there was no point in trying anymore. He set Max on the ground and closed his eyes, praying that Supergirl could find them.

Author's Note: OOOH! Is Max going to live? Is Supergirl going to find them? Find out in the next chapter of WITHOUT A PARACHUTE! (I hope you are all enjoying; tell me what you think so far!)