Thanks for the support girls :) All of it, it helps.

I'm going to the beach next month for four days, I will surely write something on the 10 hours journey by bus (not to mention the 10 hours journey to come back home).

Enjoy and review. I'm glad you're liking it!

Vicky's POV.

It took the boys around 45 minutes to find usefull branches and come back. I'd told Alex to close her eyes and sleep, but she reused to do so and stayed by Dougie's side the whole time, impatiently moving her foor, so damn close to panicking. She was actually taking this better than I thought.

Chris and Tom grabbed their extra-jackets from their backpacks and started to tear them in long pieces. Thirty minutes later (that would be a total of one hour and fifteen minutes of Doug's time that wouldn't come back), the stretcher was ready. Tom and I carefully moves Dougie and layed him down on the stretcher. I tied him to it with some more pieces of fabric so it'd be easier for us to carry him. Tom gently handed his last extra jacket to alex and she sweetly put it over Dougie.

"You had Alex's backpack" Tom suddenly said as he turned around to face Chris.

"Oh, yeah, about that... I gave it to Rick, my back hurt and that bag was really heavy, so, yeah..." he said, looking down. Tom moved his head from side to side, disappointed.

"It'd be really usefull right now" he mumbled.

"Please don't talk about Frederick" Alex said as she closed her eyes, probably struggling against madness.

Tom and I looked at each other, both worried about her.

"Come on, let's go" Chris said.

"Give me Dougie's backpack, I'll carry it for you" I told Tom [a/n: remember they had found their backpacks after the avalanche? I almost forgot. ALMOST]

"Alright" he said. He gave me a small smile for a brief moment and I couldn't help feeling lucky: they boy I wanted was safe and fully alive. When he handed me the backpack, I shyly stepped forwards and rested my hand on his pale cheek. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment and I caressed his cheek once. He blused, he looked stunned. I turned away and walked towards Alex. She was looking at me with curiosity.

"What was that?" she waked me in a very low voice so only I could hear while the boys carried Dougie.

"We'll talk later" I mumbled.

"Oh, come on, I'm in a middle of a crisis, I need to be distracted" she said as she glanced quickly toward Dougie. Her face was sag again. Oh, God, it kills me to see her that way, so sad.

I turned my head a little bit too and stared briefly at Tom and Christopher, who were around two meters behind us. I sighed and turned my head again.

"There's really nothing to say" I mumbled as I put my hands on my jacket's pockets.

"Oh, come on" Alex hissed impatiently "Do you like the guy or not?"

"Sure..." I said, looking down at my dirty shoes "I mean, he's sweet and talented, I really don't know his music but I know their band is huge" I hadn't listened to music since Jason died. Alex had always made sure no one put music when I was around after 5 times I broke into tears when someone turned on the radio "and he seems to be a good guy, but, I don't know, I don't know him that much"

"Oh, Vicky.." Alex sighed and looked down aswell. I looked up at her.

"What?"

"Honey, I know you still love Jason" she spoke every word very carefully, choosing them properly in her troubled mind "and I know you always will, but... Vic, we're young. You've got to move on. You've got to fall in love again. I mean, I have! Me! And Tom... Tom is great. I like him for you. And you know that means a lot from me..."

"I know, I know but-"

"You're in denial, Vic"

"I'm not in denial!" I was starting to feel the heat inside me.

"Is everything alright?" Chris asked from behind us. I guessed I spoke a little bit too loud.

"Yeah, we're cool here" Alex said and faked a rather convincing smile, but she would never be able to fool me. Then she turned her head around again and looked at me "Look, unless we get eaten by wolves, which I now strongly believe we could" her voice went up an octave ", we are getting out of here sooner or later. There was famous people in the plane; Tom, Dougie and their bandmates, which means they probably started looking for us even sooner, and it's been around 2 weeks since we're here, I don't even remember how long exactly anymore. What do you think it's going to happen once we get rescued?"

I stared at her briefly. I really wasn't in the mood for chatting anymore, even less with Tom just meters away from us.

"What?" I said so she would just tell me.

"Tom's going back home. With or without you. If Dougie gets out of here alive" her voice went up an octave again, my poor Alex ", you can bet I'm going to see him again in England. But what about you, Vic? They are busy people and Tom doesn't seem like a guy who fools around. This is your chance. Take it, Vicky. You've got nothing to lose"

"'Cause I already lost it all, Alex" I mumbled under my breath, irritated.

"But when you hit bottom, the only way is up. You've been through the worst ever, I know that, Vic, I was there with you the whole time. That's why I know that nothing but good things can happen to you know...You just have to be brave. Open your heart again. You can't close it, not forever, not from everybody"

"I love you"

"Yeah, but as far as I know, we both are into males, not females" she smiled at me a little bit and reached out for my hand. I took hers; it was colder than mine. Jeez, how long had she been without a jacket? I hope she wouldn't get sick. How the hell didn't she get sick? "Give Tom a chance, honey"