People were screaming and the back of the plane was on fire. They were spiraling out of control and heading straight towards the endless water below.

Andy wasn't screaming; she was too much in shock. She whipped around to where the explosion had occurred; somewhere in the back of the plane. It looked like the back end of the plane had just disappeared. She watched as it plummeted to the water below, a great ball of flame.

Turning around, she also got a full view of the other people on the plane, who was just as scared. Andy's eyes locked on the little girl who was clutching a doll, screaming in her mother's arms.

Wind whipped her hair around her face and she could barely catch her breath as the plane plummeted. She watched someone get sucked out of the opening in the back of the plane.

The plane shook again as what sounded like another explosion sounded, this time seeming to come from the front of the plane.

The oxygen masks flew down and dangled, and people rushed to put them on. Sam, ignoring the 'put your own mask on first rule,' strapped Andy's mask over her face, making sure it was secure before putting his own on. Carryon's and other things flew out from the compartments overhead, hitting people and knocking them unconscious.

It was complete madness as people realized they were going to die.

"Sam!" Andy shouted over the chaos, removing her mask for a second. He was still sitting in the seat beside her, but she wanted to make sure he was okay.

He was trying to fasten his seatbelt; everyone had taken theirs off in the air and some people had already almost flown across the plane when they started heading downwards.

While Andy was turned to look at Sam, she saw Richard's unworried expression. He was somehow involved with this, she just knew it.

Something out the window caught her attention. The flames were spreading, engulfing the wing of the plane on the right side. She could feel the heat emanating from behind her and from the side of her. She couldn't look behind her, afraid of what she would see.

They were falling for what seemed like forever. Andy could hear people dying around her and she was so terrified her screams stuck in her throat. Tears streamed down her face and she thought this is the end. This is how I'm going to die.

But she didn't want to die; not yet, not this way.

Not without telling Sam she lo-

Sam discarded his seatbelt and looked her in the eye, keeping her from looking out the window. "Brace yourself," he called, before diving on top of her.

They hit the water with a jarring force.

Andy's lungs were shocked when she was immersed in the cold ocean water. She didn't know which way was up and she was separated from Sam.

She kicked and thrashed around in the water and was finally rewarded by breaching the surface, coughing. She gulped in lungful after lungful of sweet air, replenishing her supply.

It was oddly silent now that the plane had hit the water. She saw some people struggling around her, others were lying face down in the water, not moving. She resisted the urge to vomit and swam over to a thick piece of the plane that wasn't still flaming or sinking.

She pulled herself up, soaked and shivering and looked out into the water. She didn't see Sam anywhere and that gave her a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Sam! Sam!" she called out, as strong as she could, but it wheezed out of her burning throat. It sent her into another coughing fit; the salt water really doing a number on her throat. "Sam!"

She kept softly saying his name as she lay her head down on the heated piece of metal and sobbed, her whole body shaking with her cries and the cold that had seemingly embedded itself deep in her bones. She had never felt so hopeless before in her life.

Something surfaced out of the water, a few feet away from her, spluttering and gasping.

Andy looked up as she recognized the familiar dark hair and the figure who was calling her name. Her heart surged as she realized he was alive.

He spotted her around the same time and he swam over to the piece of the plane she was on. She scooted over and he hoisted himself up.

She saw the look in his eyes and knew he was just as relieved to find her okay as she was of him. She threw herself into his arms and she felt his hands all over her body, as if he was making sure she was real. He kissed her forehead and finally allowed himself to breathe.

She cried into his bare chest, glad he was okay, worried about their current situation. And Sam didn't let go. He knew how close they had come to dying.

Sam gave a violent shudder, causing Andy to pull back. "What happened to your shirt?" Andy inquired.

Sam shrugged and winced. "It caught fire." He recognized the shock on Andy's face and hurried to say that he was fine, but she was already inspecting him for marks.

On his back were a few burn marks. They were just enough to be causing him extreme pain. She gently ran her hands over the bubbling skin and he groaned.

She quickly pulled back and tore off the end of her shirt, exposing her midriff. Dunking it in the water, she placed the strip on his burns.

At first, he tensed as it touched his wounds, but he soon relaxed, the water cooling it down.

Weary, Andy collapsed back onto the board, the sun warming her face and drying her down. Sam was lying on his stomach so as not to bother the burns; she chose to lie on her back, looking up at the sky.

She avoided looking at the water around her; it was filled with charred bodies, abandoned suitcases and backpacks and pieces of the plane. It was like some sick scene from the Titanic only this was real.

The thoughts barely penetrated through her tired mind. She supposed she was in shock.

"What do we do now?" she slurred to Sam, who was panting beside her.

"There's not much we can do," he told her. "I guess we wait."

Andy took in his soot stained face and tired eyes. The crash had taken a toll on Sam, emotionally as well as physically. He was probably just as messed up as she was.

Andy let her head fall to the side, as if she couldn't support it anymore. She saw a doll floating in the water and she tried to place where she had seen it, but the past events had messed up her memory and all she could see was the plane going up in flames and crashing.

She closed her eyes, but it didn't help, it somehow made it worse. She'd probably have nightmares for the rest of her life.

Andy reached over and plucked the forlorn doll out of the water. Clutching it to her chest, she curled up in a ball and passed out.


I'm sorry for those of you who have a fear of plane crashes...I myself actually don't like flying much. I just wanted to try something new for a Rookie Blue story, so I hope you don't mind too much :)

Oh, so I'm going to be very busy for the next three or four days (field hockey, school stuff) so it might be a while before I update any of my stories, and so I am apologizing in advance.

xoxo
Janelle