Summary: Their plane crashes. Some are rescued, but not all. Who says behind? Troy and Gabriella. How will they cope when the nights are deathly cold? Troyella. Alternate Universe.

For How Long?

It had been two weeks since Gabriella had spoken to Troy. Troy tried to confront Gabriella about their time on the island, as well as her promise, but she would have none of it, and would turn around and walk away. Inside, Troy was dying. As was Gabriella, she just wasn't admitting it.

"Come on Gabriella! You have an important interview today … You've wanted this job forever. You have to get up or you're going to miss it," Taylor insisted. She had been waiting outside for Gabriella for fifteen minutes, and when Gabriella hadn't shown up for their desired meeting time, Taylor grew concerned. She arrived in Gabriella's room, eight floors up, only to find her still asleep.

"Taylor, I don't feel so hot. Can't you just do the interview for me?"

"Okay, Gabriella … I can't go in for an interview for a job you want. That's just not allowed. Are you delirious?"

Her only response was a moan. Taylor grabbed her hand and pulled her out of bed. But as soon as Gabriella's feet hit the floor, something else did too.

"Ewww! That's gross," Taylor shrieked as Gabriella puke nearly hit her bare foot. Still, Taylor continued, "Look, I know you're not feeling good, but you need to go. Come on, I'll help you get ready."

After forty-five more minutes of puking, stumbling around, and nearly fainting, the two women were out the door and on their way to Taylor's car.

"So, you going to tell me what's going with you?" Taylor questioned as she turned right onto the highway.

"Nothing," Gabriella lied. "Seriously!" she insisted after she saw the look she received from Taylor.

"You know I don't believe you, right?" Gabriella laughed. "I'll let it slide for right now, but just know that eventually I'll ask about it again, and I won't let it go."

They arrived at the building moments later and as they hopped out of the car, Gabriella groaned.

"Gabriella, are you all right?" Taylor inquired. "Are you going to be sick again?"

"No, Taylor. I'm fine," Gabriella promised, completely truthful this time. She tried to hurry Taylor along the grey pavement and into the tall building, keeping her hair swaying in front of her face.

Taylor started laughing at her best friend's actions. "What's going on? You've been acting strange all morning…" Taylor trailed off, finally noticing what Gabriella's eyes had been flicking over to for the past while. "What is Bolton doing here?" Taylor demanded

"I don't know," Gabriella frantically whispered, "can we just go?"

"Wh –?" but it was too late, Troy had seen them.

"Gabriella," Troy stated desperately.

Before Gabriella could say anything, Taylor interrupted her. "Bolton," she said icily.

Troy glared at her. "I don't think that I was talking to you Mckessie."

Gabriella turned to her friend, "Taylor, I don't fe –" but she was cut off again.

"What are you doing here anyway? Stalking us?" Taylor asked venomously.

"Actually, no; I work here," Troy replied, "not that it's any of your business."

"Urgh, Gabriella, are you sure you want to work with this asshole?"

"What? You're working here now?"

"Well, applying," Taylor answered for her. "But we can easily cancel the appointment because Bolton works here, you know, if you want."

When Gabriella didn't reply, but only tugged on her sleeve, Taylor turned around only to find Gabriella bent over, heaving.

"What's going on with her?" Troy said immediately.

Taylor ignored him, "what is it, Gabriella? Are you going to be sick again?"

"She's sick; with what?! Why is she at an interview then?"

"Shut up Bolton!" Taylor shrieked. "Come on, Gabriella. Let's go to the restroom. And don't even think about following us," she called as an afterthought to Troy.

After emptying her stomach once again, she felt way better.

"God I'm hungry. As soon as we're done here, you want to go out for lunch?" Gabriella asked Taylor.

"Sure. Are you feeling okay, though; ready for the interview?"

Gabriella nodded enthusiastically and skipped along the hallway, but almost immediately ran straight into a body. But before her body could hit the floor, two arms were wrapped around her waist, and she knew exactly who it was. That smell, those arms, and she looked up – those eyes; she almost fell over again.

And the first words out of his mouth were: "Who's your interview with?"

"Mr. Crone."

Troy's face paled, "Wh- what?"

"You heard me," Gabriella replied coldly, and walked straight past him with Taylor trailing along behind her calling, "And this time I mean it, Bolton. Don't follow us."

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As Gabriella sat in her interview, she was feeling pretty confident. She had answered all of his questions thoroughly and correctly, and he seemed impressed.

"Ms. Montez," he stated, "Gabriella; has a nice ring to it."

Gabriella was confused, but thanked him anyway.

Mr. Crone stood up and walked over to the other side of his desk, sitting close to her. "I've never met anyone like you Gabriella. You're extremely unique, and I think you'd be perfect for this position," he paused then continued. "Are you seeing anyone, Gabriella?"

"Wh- what?"

"You're beautiful Gabriella. And I want you for my own. Think of all the things we could do together," he winked at her.

Gabriella had the sudden urge to throw up once again and stood up rather quickly only to be pushed down again by Mr. Crone. "Did I say you could leave?!" he thundered.

She quickly shook her head no.

"I'm sorry, baby; I didn't mean to lash out at you. But you weren't giving me what I want … and I always get what I want."

He started walking around to the back of her chair, and was about to bend down to attach his lips to her neck, but her fist suddenly flew up and hit him in the jaw.

"Bitch!" he roared as she stood up and dashed towards the door. And just to her luck, it was locked. She started pounding on the door, but was pulled backwards into the strong hold of Mr. Crone.

"Help! Someone please help me!" she yelled. And before she could do anything, she was hurtling towards the desk. "Troy!" she screamed, as her head hit the corner of the oak desk. And just before her eyes closed she saw a man with blue eyes hurtle through the door and lock eyes with hers.

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AN: So, I kinda just got another idea for this story. I might make it a bit longer, but please review.

And please tell me if you liked it or not.