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Well I'm Going To Try Something New In My Author's Notes This Time. So First Things First, I Want To Thank 'DestielJunkie' For Giving Me A Yummy, Vertual Treat. ENJOY! XD

DESTIELJUNKIE~ *gives cookie browie and also gives shawn a pineapple* hopefully this omnomnomnom will give good plot bunnies xD

ME~ YAY! *Gratefully Accepts Cookie Brownie & Shoves It Into My Mouth.* Mmmm. Shis Ish Goog(Mmmm This Is Good). Shank U Ery Ush(Thank You Very Much)! XD

SHAWN~ Oh My Gus! Thank You So Much. *Hugs You!* I'll Definitely Enjoy This, *Grabs Pineapple & Runs In Opposite Direction* GUS! WE HAVE PINEAPPLE! START UP THE BLENDER!

Okay That's All. XD

Warning~ Lot's More Fluff With Some Sexy Slow Motion Images Of Lassie & A Dash Of Frightened Shawn.

Disclaimer~ Yeah, I Don't Own It. SO STOP ASKING! *Crawls Into A Corner & Cries As I Eat My Cookie Brownies.*

Chapter 10:

Day 3: Radio Contact

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"You really do look nicer when you smile."

"Right." Lassiter said as wiped off the knife.

He watched as Shawn began to eat the pineapple, and smiled again.

"I'll try to remember that."

After they finished eating, Lassiter helped Shawn back get back into the plane, then went and grabbed the batteries they found first day. He brought them all into the plane and sat them down. He entered the cockpit and found that Shawn was underneath the dashboard of the plane, completely surrounded with wires; only his legs sticking out.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing Spencer?" Lassiter asked a bit on edge with Shawn playing in, around, and with all the wires.

"Yeah, don't worry Lassie. I'm a pretty good mechanic. I once worked for a Pep Boys in Pensilvania for a few weeks." Shawn said through all the wires.

"Yeah, but planes and cars aren't the same." Lassiter informed him. "They're completely different!"

"True, but I'm not trying to fix a plane I'm I? I'm just trying to get the radio working, and radios are pretty much the same everywhere... except in Germany. They're all... discombobulated and backwards. It messes me up. Good thing this wasn't a German plane, or we'd be screwed." Shawn's laugh was muffled by the immense mass of wires covering his body.

"Alright, if you say so." Lassiter relented. "Just don't blow anything up."

"Righty-O Carly." Shawn replied before scooting deeper into the wires so that only his feet were barely visible.

After a few minutes of working on the radio, Shawn's hand emerged from wall the wiring.

"Hey can you bring a few of those batteries over here?" He said, waving a hand and beckoning Carlton over.

"Sure," Lassiter said.

He left to grab two of the batteries.

"Where do you want them?" He asked when he returned, holding a battery in each hand.

"Just in one of the seats." His hand waved back and forth before it disappeared back into the jungle of wires, along with his feet. He had completely disappeared in the sea of wires.

A few seconds later Shawn's head popped out, a big grin on his face.

"Lassie," He exclaimed, holding out some disconnected gray wires. "Use these to hook the batteries together."

Lassiter took the wires warily, wondering where Shawn had taken them from, but did as he was instructed and wrapped each end around on part of each battery, connecting their currents.

"Now what Sp-" He turned to find that Shawn had vanished, once again, behind the tangle of wires.

Lassiter waited patiently, tapping his foot all the while, until Shawn reemerged, holding even more wires; colored ones this time.

"Here, hook the yellow ones to the positive of one battery and the red to the negative of the other one."

Lassiter did as directed, and waited for further instructions. Shawn had, again receded into the fray of wires. He's like a rabbit popping his head out of his den looking for carrots. Lassiter mused. So cute.

Shawn's head popped out again. Yeah, definitely a rabbit.

"Okay, That should do it. It should work now." Shawn tried to expel himself from the wire mesh. "A little help here?"

Lassiter examined the scene before him. Shawn was tangled in the wires and couldn't escape. Using his earlier analogy, Shawn looked like a rabbit caught in a trap. Even cuter. Lassiter thought, and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

"It's not funny Lassie." Shawn exasperated, still trying to free himself. "I can't get free! Help me!"

"Sure." He said with a laugh.

"I said it's not funny." Shawn pouted. "I'm stuck."

"No, not funny one bit." Lassiter snickered as he started to help untangle the faux psychic.

"It's not!"

"Never said it was Spencer." Lassiter stated calmly, but the smile on his face betrayed his enjoyment.

Shawn huffed a little, but Lassiter noticed the slight blush on the younger mans face. Lassiter couldn't help it when he saw how cute the blush made Shawn look. Lassiter brought up his hand and ruffled Shawn hair. He was surprised to find that Shawn's hair even felt a little like a rabbits'; soft, furry, and warm. Lassiter smiled as he relished the feeling of Shawn's hair, waiting until Shawn knocked his hand away.

"Come on." He said with a laugh. "Lets see if the radio works."

He was surprised when Shawn didn't swat his hand away, but blushed deeper. Lassiter removed his hand as Shawn stood and moved to one of the chairs.

"Yeah." Shawn said, his blush subsiding but still slightly on his face. "It should work now."

Shawn sat in the other chair opposite the batteries while Lassiter stood back and watched Shawn try the radio. He flipped the switch and the radio crackled to life. Shawn gave a whoop of joy before grabbing the mike and sending out another SOS.

"SOS! Flight 205F7 has gone down! The pilot died in the crash. The two passengers have survived. We are trapped on a deserted island in the middle of the North Pacific. We are approximately 40 miles northwest of 135W and 30N. I repeat. We have survived the crash. Please send help! Please respond if anyone can hear me."

Shawn released the talk button, and they waited with baited breath. After a minute of no response, Shawn tried again.

"SOS! Flight 205F7 has gone down! Two survivors are left. We are on a deserted island 40 miles northwest from 135W and 30N. Please send help! We are alive out here! Please respond if you can hear this!"

Once again there was no response. Shawn sighed.

"Look, maybe the signal isn't strong enough." Lassiter said. "Maybe we just need to make the signal stronger."

"Yeah that might be the problem." Shawn said not quite believing it. "But it could be anything. Heck they might be responding and we just can't hear them."

Shawn switched the radio from talk to station. A mans voice echoed throughout the cabin.

"...er reports show that the severe storm has passed over us in mere hours. Residents of Hawaii's big island are asked to stay indoors for the next hour or so, or until winds die down, and to stay away from the beaches as the waves are still large and dangerous. The storm was rated as a category 2 tropical storm and may even increase to a 2.5 within the next few hours. Luckily for us, it passed by while it was only a 2. In other news, legendary surfer, J-"

Shawn turned the radio off and looked up at Lassiter with wide eyes. He gulped loudly before speaking.

"Lassie... If this storm already passed over Hawaii in a matter of hours." He paused. "That means it'll be hitting us in within the hour!" The fear clear in his voice.

Lassiter's heart clenched at the sound of Shawn's scared voice. "Don't worry, it's not that big of a storm. He said it's only a category 2 right?"

"What do you mean not a big storm!" Shawn yelled as he stood up. "Hurricane Heidi and Hurricane Irene were both category 2's! Do you want me to list off all the Hurricanes that were category 2!" Shawn was practically hysterical as he started to pace the tiny cabin. "There was Hurricanes Diana in 1990, Erin in 95, Alma in 96, Marty and Juan in 2003, then there was Alex in 2010-"

"Shawn!" Lassiter screamed as he grabbed ahold of Shawn shoulders, stoping his pacing. "You need to stay calm, okay! We will be fine! I promise!"

"How? How can you promise we'll be okay?" Shawn pleaded. "We're facing a category 2 tropical storm Carlton! Category 2's can rip houses off the ground! Their winds can get past 100 miles per hour!" Shawn rattled off everything he could remember about class 2 tropical storms.

Shawn sat back down and leaned forward, putting his weight on his knees and his head in his hands. He took a few deep breaths before looking up at Lassiter with watery eyes.

"And he said that it was getting bigger too! It could already be a category 2.5 by now, or even a category 3! How on earth can you promise we'll be fine!" He said, starting to build up to hysterical again.

Lassiter couldn't handle the sight of Shawn falling to pieces in front of him. Shawn seemed to be taking this whole situation in stride. He had been joking and coming up with ideas to help them survive, and now he was falling apart and cracking. Everything Shawn had felt about the crash, the pilots death, and his infection were breaking through, and now he was on the verge of tears. Lassiter couldn't just stand there and watch, he couldn't take it. He lifted Shawn to his feet and pulled him into a hug.

"You're right. I can't promise we're going to be alright, but I can promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure we will be."

Shawn almost instantly calmed down, and after a minute, Lassiter released his grip on Shawn.

"You okay now?" Lassiter asked as he took a step back to survey the young man.

"Yeah, I think so." Shawn replied, blushing a little. "So what are we going to do? The storm is practically on us."

"Well, lets get all the food and water inside first, then we can get anything we think we're going to need in the plane too." Lassiter said as he started to head to the door.

"Alright sounds good. How about I bring in the food and water and you bring in all the cooking stuff along with the extra batteries and fishing supplies?" Shawn asked.

"Okay, that'll work." Lassiter agreed. "But lets move fast. Like you said, the storm should be on us within the hour."

Shawn nodded and followed Lassiter outside. In the hour that they were in the plane, the sky had been covered with dark gray cloud and the wind had picked up exponentially. They could hear the thunder far off in the oncoming storm. At a particularly loud thunder strike, Lassiter noticed Shawn flinch and drop some coconuts and even a pineapple, but left them there while he took what he had left into the plane. He was starting to get really worried about the younger man.

Shawn shuffled back and forth, shuttling the fruit into the plane. He was going as fast as he could. He really hated thunder storms, even if he was in a nice warm house, in a nice warm bed, he felt and heard the thunder, and with his enhanced hearing, it was a dreadful experience. He pretty much hated thunder. So when he heard the booming getting closer he started to panic. When there was one unexpectedly loud clap of thunder, Shawn couldn't hold back the flinch, and he dropped some fruit.

He didn't bother to stop and pick it up and just kept walking, he'd get it on his way back. Shawn didn't notice that Lassiter had stopped his work to watch him and he didn't notice each time Lassiter glanced over at him, or the worry in his eyes. He was to focused on the thunder that was getting closer with each passing second.

It had just started raining—more like pouring—when they finished getting everything into the plane. They hurried inside and shut and locked the door. They pushed everything to the back of the plane so there was room in the front to lay down. Unfortunately, they hadn't gotten inside fast enough and they had gotten quite wet, and not one to like being wet when he could be dry, Lassiter began to undress.

"Wh-what are you doing Lassie?" Shawn asked, shivering in his wet clothes.

"Getting undressed, what does it look like I'm doing Spencer?" Lassiter grumbled as he wrestled to get his wet shirt off.

"Oh, right." Shawn said as a blush crept across his face.

Shawn turned around so that he wasn't watching Carlton get naked.

"Hey could you hand me my bag?" Lassiter asked from behind Shawn. "It should be up by the cockpit's door somewhere."

"Oh, sure!" Shawn went to grab Lassiter's bad.

Finding it hiding near the front of the plane, Shawn grabbed it and turned around and froze. Long, muscular, smooth white arms connected to broad, strong shoulders. A powerful and slightly hairy chest that called out for him to run his hands over. His eyes traveled down to the perfectly sculpted six pack abs and the slight fluff of hair that poked out of the detectives waistband as gravity pulled them down. Shawn gulped as he gazed at Lassiter's half naked body. Shawn vaguely thought it was like the movies: Lassiter standing there without his shirt, soaking wet, running his fingers through his hair to get rid of some of the water there. He would have laughed if he hadn't been so mesmerized by the strikingly handsome detective.

The only thing to bring Shawn out of his trance was a bright flash quickly followed by a booming sound. Shawn hit the deck, making him drop the bag. Shawn dropped to the ground pulling his knees into his chest, and shoving his hands over his ears in the process.

The thump of the bag hitting the ground got Lassiter's attention. He turned around, expecting to see Shawn trying to hand him the bad or nursing some stubbed toe, but what he did see shocked him. Shawn was curled up in the fetal position, eyes skewered shut, and covering his ears with his hands. Carlton's heart twisted and he ran to the younger mans side.

"Shawn!"

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