Disclaimer: See chapter one

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This wasn't part of the plan

Chapter Three


Friday 11:30 A.M.

`Twice! The plane crashed twice! In one day. And I'm still alive. Wait till I tell Gus. Twice!' Was the first thing Shawn thought as he came out of his shocked daze after the plane settled on the forest floor. Shawn pried off the death grip he had on the chair and stood up on wobbly legs. It wasn't till he looked at his hands, did he realize that he by some fluke still had the scalpel. Shawn's eyes shot wide open when he remembered why he had the surgical knife. Shawn made his way back to the cockpit as quickly as his unsteady legs and battered body would allow.

Shawn found the copilot's contorted bloody body now stuck halfway out of the cockpit and into the main cabin. Shawn carefully stepped over the corpse and checked on the unmoving pilot and was relieved to find that he was still alive. The huge branch that had pierced the front of the plane and had been lodged between the two pilot's seats in the first crash was now gone. Shawn had no doubt that the tree limb's sudden exit from the plane was the reason for the pilot's whole new set of injuries. Cox had a new gash on his cheek a bunch of scrapes and soon to be, bruises all over his face and arms. Shawn knelt down next to Cox and ran his hands over the other man's legs checking for breaks, thankfully he didn't feel any. Shawn stood up and checked the man's ribs and stomach but didn't find any signs of breaks nor as far as he could tell any internal bleeding.

"Well so far so good," Shawn mumbled to himself as he went on to check the pilot's arms. Shawn reached over and tested the man's left arm first. Satisfied that nothing was wrong Shawn moved onto the right arm. Shawn worked his way up from the pilot's hand and winced as he felt the sloppy give in Cox's collarbone.

Shawn carefully pushed the pilot back in his seat then removed the safety cap off the scalpel and cut the restraints that had trapped the pilot but left him in his chair. Shawn quickly snapped the safety cup back on the blade and put it in his back pocket before he turned and went back to the main cabin and grabbed a couple rolls of Ace bandages from the first aid kit. He then secured Cox's arm to his body as best he could and hoped it was enough to prevent further injury to the break.

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The pilot was two inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than the fake psychic. But somehow Shawn was able to drag the unconscious man out of the plane and lay him down under a nearby tree. Shawn groaned as he stood up he was starting to feel the pain and exhaustion from his injuries kick in as his adrenalin began to dissipate.

Shawn went back into the plane to see what he could salvage that would help them survive in the woods. Shawn knew he and Cox could not stay next to the plane were the gun-happy psycho could pick them off like sitting ducks. He also knew he was going to do just the opposite of what every survival guide in the world told to you to do in this case. `The number one rule of plane crash survival: Stay with the plane so search and rescue can find you.' But staying with the plane in this particular case would not be conducive to their continued survival.

Shawn moved Milliken so that he lay behind the pilot's chair and covered his body with one of the blankets he found in the metal cupboard next to the first aid kit. Shawn then made his way to the cubby behind the copilot's chair. It had the same lock as the first aid cupboard did but thankfully it was unlocked he wasn't sure he could pick the lock this time. His hands had begun to shake so badly in the last ten minutes or so he had a hard time grabbing things without dropping them. He knew that he was probably suffering from shock but it still unnerved him to be so out of control of his body.

Shawn found two medium sized overnight bags in the cubby. One had the name James A. Milliken embroidered on the side of the bag along with the name Hilary and Kent charters and flight school. The company's logo and number were also sewn on the bag. Shawn opened the bag with Milliken's name on it and found an extra uniform, jeans, T-shirts, dress shirts, socks, underwear, a jacket with the company logo on it and toiletry bag. Shawn quickly pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and began to change. He didn't like the thought of wearing a dead man's clothes but it was better than walking around with the man's blood on him. Milliken was about the same size as Shawn so the clothes fit him pretty well.

Shawn pulled everything out of the pockets of his dirty jeans and put them in the same pockets of the clean ones. He then tossed his blood-caked clothes in the corner and opened the overnight bag with Cox's name on it and found pretty much the same as in the other bag. Shawn emptied the bag save for, two T-shirts, two pairs of socks and the toiletry bag. He then shoved two blankets, some bandages, a box of Power bars and five bottles of water, that he found in the back, in the bag. Shawn then dumped Milliken's toiletry bag and stuffed as many medical supplies as he could in it. Shawn put on the jacket he found in Milliken's bag and grabbed the other jacket along with the overnight and toiletry bags.

"Ow ow ow!" Shawn hissed as the weight of the bags caused pain to shoot up and down his neck and shoulders which made his headache to start pounding anew. He took a few deep breaths til he was able to push the pain to the back of his mind. This little pain managing Jedi mind trick he had learned as a kid to hide the fact he was sick or hurt. Because if you are sick or hurt you didn't get to go and do fun stuff you had to stay home in bed and get better with your mom hovering over you. Boring with a capital B. Fake your fine and have fun that's the way to go plus what your dad doesn't know he can't yell at you or punish you for.

Shawn set the bags and jacket down next to Cox then went back in the plane and retrieved the rest of the first aid kit. Shawn pulled out what he needed from the first aid kit and started cleaning the pilot's wounds and put butterfly stitches on the cuts on his cheek and forehead. His hands only had a slight tremor now so he was able to complete the task with little trouble.

Shawn had just about finished getting the jacket on Cox when he heard the blond men yelp in pain. "Hey Captain, you with me?" Shawn asked as he zipped up and tucked the empty sleeve inside the jacket so it wouldn't get caught on things.

Cox groaned and opened his eyes slowly. "Oh, God. What happened?"

"We crashed. Twice." Shawn answered with far too much pep as he held up two fingers in front of the dazed pilot. Cox was startled by the younger man's voice as if he had forgotten he wasn't alone. Cox finally focused his brown eyes on Shawn's worried face. "Where are we?"

Shawn looked all around them as if trying to figure that out. "Well, judging by all the sequoia trees I'd say we're some were in Sequoia National Park." Shawn turned back to Cox suddenly. "Hey, do you think you can walk?"

Cox blinked a few times as if he couldn't quite follow the sudden subject change. "Why?"

"We need to get away from here. Lindsay is out there somewhere and I'm fairly to pretty damn sure she still has that gun and she hates us. Well, me she hates, you I think she just doesn't like all that much."

"We can't ..."

"I know, I know. Rule number one never leave the plane. But if we stay here it will be easy for the gun-happy muuuurdering psycho to pick us off. And trust me she is not just going to leave us alive if she can help it. So do you think you can walk? Cuz man no offense but you are heavy."

"I'll give it a shot. I'm still not sure this is a good idea though. I'm Paul Cox by the way. But then I guess you knew that already."

Shawn just smiled at Cox not sure if the pilot was referring to the fact that he claims to be psychic or because he remembers Shawn calling him by his name after the first crash. "I'm Shawn Spencer head psychic consultant for the SBPD."

"Ok well, let's do this before I've had time to think this thing out and change my mind." Cox let out a deep breath and tensed as if trying to prepare himself for the pain he knew would come when he started to move.

Shawn immediately grabbed Cox's good arm and put it around his neck and put his other arm around the older man's waist and together they push off from the ground. Cox clenched his jaw and let out a muffled scream as the movement jostled his broken collarbone. Shawn held tightly to Cox til he found his balance, once he did Shawn reach down and picked up the two bags. He put his arm around Cox again and started to move away from the crash site.

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It was very slow going. Three hours later they were only about two hundred yards from the crash. With each step they took Cox was leaning more and more on Shawn. And Shawn's Jedi mind trick was becoming less and less effective. So when Shawn spotted a place with good cover next to a creek they stopped and Shawn started to make camp for the night even though it was only about four in the afternoon.

Shawn set Cox down under a tree that had lots of bushes around it to hide them. Cox almost immediately passed out after Shawn gave him some ibuprofen. Shawn took a couple painkillers himself and pulled a blanket out of the bag and placed over Cox. He had no sooner stood up then he started to hear music and feel something vibrate in his back pocket. Realizing what it was Shawn instantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Shawn, where are you?" Demanded the irritated voice of his father.

"Dad? Listen."

"No, you listen. You were supposed to finish this wet bar yesterday. The counter isn't secured so it slides on the cupboard. The cupboard doors are put on upside down and the nobs are still in their boxes. You had better get here in the next fifteen minutes or I swear...

"Dad! I can't I've..."

Henry cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. You need to finish what you start and do it properly. Fifteen minutes Shawn."

Shawn gripped the phone tightly and was praying that by some miracle he could somehow reach through the phone and throttle his aggravating father. "Dad!" He yelled into the phone when he didn't get a response he looked at the phone and found that the call had been dropped. He started to move around trying to find a signal but couldn't. Shawn was about to go back and check on Cox when he heard the rustle of some bushes behind him. He spun around and out of the corner of his eye caught the sun reflecting off the barrel of a gun. Shawn quickly dove for the cover of a nearby tree.


Another cliffy. I'm evil aren't I. Well I promise not to keep you waiting too long for an update.