AUTHORS NOTE

Ok Fedora and I have had a really fun time writing this, and we got so caught up we forgot to post! However, this also means that now we have like 30 pages of material to upload!

"Friends are the family you get to chose for yourself."

-Mia Sherdian

The sun was hanging low on the horizon by the time Rose had found a shelter not too far from the plane crash. Callie was missing. Rose hadn't been able to find her body in the wreckage. However, she managed to find Ikol.

Or Ikol managed to find her.

"God, I can't believe you managed to get away with barely any cuts." Rose sighed, leaning against a palm tree. To her right sat Ikol, who was occupying himself with a coconut.

"I guess I'm just lucky." Ikol shrugged.

"And how Loki didn't notice you under that table."

"As I said," Ikol laughed. "I'm lucky."

"That's true." Rose gave Ikol a sad smile. "I miss Callie though. She was my best friend."

"Well, now you have me," Ikol said as he put his arm around Rose's shoulder. "Just you and me, facing the jungles of who-knows-where together."

"Shut up!" Rose laughed, giving Ikol a playful shove. "Besides, knowing Callie, I'm pretty sure she's ok. At least, I hope so."

Callie's POV

Callie had managed to get lost.

When the plane was nosediving into some trees, she took a leap of faith and got tangled in some branches. Unfortunately, this meant she was in the middle of a jungle, with no one around to help her. This meant that within the first hour she had cuts, scrapes, and bites all over her body.

"When does this place end?" She yelled, after falling onto the ground for the thirteenth time.

"Need a hand?"

Callie looked up from the mud. A dark haired girl was standing above Callie, porcelain hand outstretched and green eyes shining with curiosity. Callie grabbed the girl's hand and pulled herself up.

"Who are you?" Callie hissed, taking a step back. Her hand immediately went to her back pocket, where she had placed her pocketknife.

"Angela." The girl whispered. "My name is Angela. I'm not here to hurt you. I swear–" Suddenly, Callie felt herself being lifted into the air.

"NOT AGAIN!" Callie screamed, flailing around uselessly in the air.

"Sorry! Sorry! I can't really, control, my powers yet." Angela cringed as she grabbed Callie's arm to keep her from floating away.

"Angela?" Callie asked, her eyes on Angela's arm, not moving. "As in, like, a feminine form of Angelus?" Angela nodded. "Well then," Callie declared, "I'll call you Angel, like from Buffy the Vampire Slayer."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Buffy? Seriously?" Callie shrugged. Suddenly, she felt the rush of the air as she plummeted towards the ground and landed with a THUMP on the ground.

"Sorry," Angel winced, helping Callie up. "Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you in the middle of a jungle?"

"Our plane crashed," Callie grumbled, pulling a beetle from her hair. "Oh my God! Rose! She's probably at the crash sight!"

"I can help you find her," Angel suggested, scuffing her toe against the forest floor.

"Thanks!" Callie gasped, and they started to trek through the thick jungle.

"So, is Rose, like, your girlfriend?" Angel asked too casually.

"No!" Callie exclaimed. "That would be a tragedy. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Angel shrugged, examining the forest canopy. "Besides, what happened to you two?"

"At first, there was four of us, but I guess the bad guys took Torrun, and I don't know where Ikol is. Rose was captured by Loki, but he and his guys escaped while the plane was in freefall. That basically sums it up." Callie shook her head. "It has been a crazy day."

"That's… Interesting…" Angela said as though she was trying not to be rude.

"Look!" Callie pointed ahead. "It's the plane!" The sky was already dark, sparking wires providing a silhouette of what was left of the plane.

"Want to find your friend?" Angel asked, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets. Callie had no idea how she could wear that thing. She had already discarded her shirt and cut her pants into shorts. No way she was getting a stroke in heat like that again.

"In a minute," Callie replied, starting down the steep hill, "there are some things I need to get first."

California rummaged through the bar, tearing past the glass shards of what used to be alcohol. Her hand brushed the end of the shelf, and she brushed her fingertips against the wood, until she felt the familiar metal of a gun. Pulling it out, Callie set it aside, before pulling out a silver flask from the wreckage. Callie had managed to salvage a bottle of vodka and was carefully pouring it into the flask.

Soon done, she took one of the emergency packs under the upturned sofa and tucked both the flask and the gun into it. When she was zipping it up, Angel walked in, looking uncomfortable in some SHIELD issued clothing (her clothes had caught on fire, don't ask), carrying in the huge suitcase Callie had packed before leaving.

"Finally," Callie sighed, taking the bright red suitcase from Angel. "I thought you'd never be done." Angel self-consciously adjusted the light grey t-shirt she had on, the SHIELD logo a darker grey. She also had on some comfy looking sweatpants, and the same brown boots she had had on before.

"Sorry," Angel muttered, and Callie just laughed, clicking the suitcase open and rummaging through, an idea building in her head on what she would want to wear.

"A-ha!" Callie exclaimed, pulling out her clothing and her make-up bag. "Now, let's get this party started."