A/N: I have no comments to make on this next chapter, apart from it being my most favorite between our two ladies lol I hope I did it justice and filled it with enough humor for all of you reading it. Happy reading and happy weekend! :)
It was morning, and the plane was a wreck. Well, not entirely. But the wheel that impacted itself with the rock upon landing on the island was completely busted. The snout of the plane was a little buried in a small mountain of sand. After their rough landing, both Emma and Regina were knocked unconscious, until Emma found herself waking up early morning as the sun was rising. She had made her way out of the plane, kicked the sand muttering a few curse words under her breath before plopping onto a spot on the sand.
She held open one of her maps that she had reached for before exiting the plane, trying her damnedest to figure out exactly where they were. She was thankful she had changed to another pair of shorts and a gray sleeveless shirt before they left. Her hair which had been loose was now picked up into a messy ponytail to help with the heat that was beaming down on her.
Regina groaned herself awake, still inside the plane. She had a small headache lingering about, and no aspirin to take for it.
"Emma?" She called out, looking around the small compartment of the plane and seeing no signs of the blonde pilot. That is until she peeked out the window and saw her sitting on a small mountain of sand, looking over a map. She groaned again, remembering the thunderstorm they had to face along with the rough landing onto… whatever island they found themselves in.
Where exactly were they?
She pulled on the lever of the door, feeling it jam. Releasing a grunt she pulled again, and again, and again-
"Whoa- umph!" The brunette groaned, feeling the door abruptly swing open causing her to fall face first onto the sand.
"Good morning." Emma looked at her over her shoulder before glancing back down at the map.
"Could you get a cup of coffee?" Asked Regina as she began to stand up from the sand.
"Well, sure- I'll get right on it, ma'am." The blonde's tone was filled with sarcasm.
Regina shields her eyes from the sun, realizing they were literally in the middle of nowhere. She could hear the waves crashing.
"Where are we?" She asked the pilot.
"Here." Emma motioned around the island.
"Where?" Regina looked around the island, for nothing in particular. "Where exactly is 'here'?"
"Somewhere between Makatea and Tahiti, that's the best I can do for you."
Regina's eyes fell on the busted wheel of the plane. "Whoa! What happened?"
Emma stood from the sand, her eyes falling on the busted wheel before looking back at the brunette. "It crumpled the landing gear when we hit."
"Well, aren't you going to fix it? I mean, can't you… Reattach it somehow?" Regina placed a hand on her hip.
Is she serious? Emma's brows knitted, "Oh, sure! Yeah!" She smacked her forehead in sarcasm. "How silly of me. Let me just get out my super glue, and we'll just glue it back on." She pretends to search her short pockets.
Regina rolls her eyes, "I don't get it. I mean, aren't you one of those pilots?"
"What kind of pilot exactly?" Asked Emma, standing her ground with her hands on her hips.
"Those pilots! The kind that you can send out into the wilderness with a pocket knife and a q-tip and they build you a shopping mall."
Emma can't help but release a chuckle.
"You can't do that?" Regina asked her, growing more and more irritated.
"No." the pilot shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I can't do that. But I can do this," she places her index finger inside her mouth, brushes it along the inside of her cheek until her mouth makes a popping sound, which makes Regina roll her eyes again. "Does that help?"
Suddenly, Regina had an idea, it's like a light bulb went on at the top of her head. "I can get us out of here." She said, rushing over to the plane.
"Oh, good." Emma rolled her eyes, turning her back on the brunette's idea. Because whatever it was, it couldn't be any good. Not enough to get them both off this island.
"Right?!" Regina held out her phone after fishing it out of her purse from the plane. "Phone, huh?" She let out a victorious laugh over her genius plan.
Emma rolled her eyes again, heading toward her plane and bringing down all of the items that were tucked in the back one by one, while Regina wasted her time getting her phone to work. She knew it wouldn't work. They were in the middle of nowhere and there was bound to be no signal.
"You'll see. I'm going to get us out of here." Regina tried dialing a number, seeing her bar with a red dash across.
"While you're at it, why don't you order us a pizza? Crashing into an island always works up my appetite." Emma turned to the brunette just outside her plane. "I love mine with extra cheese." She smiled sarcastically before going back to bringing down all of the merchandise.
The brunette rolled her eyes, placing all of her attention on her phone, walking around the beach while trying to get a signal. "Come on, phone!"
Emma turned to face the brunette after placing her backpack down on the sand. "I have an idea!"
"Really? Finally proving that you have a brain to think of a way to get off this island, huh?" Regina sarcastically smiles.
Emma mirrored the brunette's sarcastic smile. "How about instead of wasting your time on a phone that will never work out in the middle of nowhere, you help me bring all of this stuff off the plane, huh? Unless you're worried you might break a nail."
"Tempting, but I'll pass. Unlike you who is clearly accepting her fate of being stranded, I will work on actually getting off this…" She motioned her arms around the island. "Sandbox."
"Fine," the pilot waved her hand in the air, dismissing the woman's stupidity. She may be hot, and Emma could admit to it straight up. But she wasn't very bright. Getting her phone to work out in the middle of nowhere, would be like finding a buried gold coin.
Regina kept moving around the island with her phone aiming toward the sky, trying to get at least a bar of signal with no success whatsoever. While Emma continued bringing down two crates and bags off the plane, constantly turning to look at the woman's stupidity and shaking her head at her.
By the time Emma was finished bringing the last bag down and setting it somewhere near the sand, Regina found herself sitting on top of one of the crates, lightly tapping her skull with her phone and a defeated look to her.
The brunette tossed her phone off to the side releasing a groan in frustration. She was never getting off this damn island, and what's worse. Out of all the people in the world to be stuck on an island with- it had to be Emma.
"Finally, giving up, huh? That's the smartest thing you've done, if you ask me." Emma gave the woman another sarcastic smile.
"Alright," Regina released a heavy sigh with a roll of her eyes before they fell on the blonde pilot. "You're the pilot here, so tell me- is there any way off this island or are we like… Shipwrecked?"
"How do you want it?" Emma stood with her hands placed on her hips.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you want it sugar coated or right between the eyes?" The blonde sneered.
"You pick." Regina glared, sneering right back.
The blonde took a seat of her own against the other crate that was across the brunette. "Well, we only have one wheel, so we can't take off."
"Naturally." Regina rolled her eyes once more.
"The lightning fried the radio and the emergency location transmitter. Air-sea will probably try a rescue, but without a beacon to hone in, it's like trying to find a flea on an elephant's ass."
Regina's face fell completely to the news. She was going to die here, alone and with the one person on earth she couldn't stand at the moment.
"The only thing we have in hopes of helping us at all is," Emma held up an orange flare gun. "This flare gun and a single flare."
"Is it too late to get it sugar coated?" The brunette asked, hoping for better news.
"That was sugar coated." Emma grinned, standing from the crate and turning her back on Regina.
Regina blinked, going silent for a second until she broke it. "So, then what's the bad news?" She dared to ask, even if she did not want to know it because whatever it was, it couldn't be any better than that flare gun.
The pilot turned to face the woman once more, her hands on her hips. "The bad news is that we may be here for a… long time. You and me. For a long… long, long, long, long… long time." Her tone of voice sounded as deflated as Regina looked.
She couldn't stay here and just do nothing! She needed to get back. She was engaged and Daniel would surely be worried. She had a job and life back in New York. Anything was better than being here with this idiot.
She scoffs, shaking her head before staring back up at Emma. "Well, I want my seven hundred dollars back."
Slowly, the pilot turns on the balls of her feet, glaring down at the brunette. "What?"
"You heard me. My seven hundred dollars, I want it back. You said you were going to take me to Tahiti- you didn't." Regina held out her hand in a demanding manner. "Now, give it. Back."
The blonde dug inside her shorts pocket, taking out the folded bills as she stood closer to Regina. She placed a bill on the palm of the woman's hand as she counted, "One…" She placed another, seeing the woman nod. "Two… Three…"
Regina's face fell upon seeing Emma take the forth bill and ripping it in half. She felt a gasp escape her parted lips.
"I figured I got you halfway." Emma grinned, walking away from the woman before she committed murder and drowned her on the beach.
Regina scoffed, rushing over to the blonde, standing in front of her, her eyes glaring. "Halfway?"
"Halfway!" Emma hissed, her face only inches away from the brunette's.
"Halfway?!" Regina's eyes grow wide in anger. "Oh, boy- you are good! Too good! You got me halfway! That's fantastic!"
"What are you doing?" Emma's face fell upon seeing the brunette rush over to her plane, her feet quickly rushed over. "Hey! Get away from my plane!"
"I'm going to do something to get us out of here since you have proven to be incompetent to do so yourself!" The brunette tossed away a net that was inside the plane, continuing to dig through the rest of the items that were inside.
"Lady, I'm warning you- leave that stuff alone!" Emma rushed closer to the plane.
"You shut up!" She shouted, entering the plane and tossing a rag right at Emma's face.
"Leave my- hey!" Emma caught a foam cooler that was tossed at her next. "Will you leave that alone?!"
"What's this?" Regina brought up an inflatable life raft that was folded up, her eyes falling on Emma with a glimmer of hope. "It's a boat!"
"It's a life raft." Emma's eyes glared at the woman, blinking in annoyance.
"Well, whatever- we could use this to get off this godforsaken island!"
"And just where the hell are you going to go? You don't even know where you are. The last thing you want to go on doing is go bouncing around on an eight-foot blow up boat."
Regina's lip curled up in anger as her hands slammed the life raft up front between them. Her eyes glaring at the pilot, "Don't tell me what I want!"
"Give me this damn thing!" Emma hissed, pulling onto the life raft, feeling Regina yank it more toward her, fighting her for it. "Hey, leave that alone!" Her eyes grew wide. "Don't pull on that!"
"Hey- Emma, what, what's going on?! No!" Regina's eyes grew wide at the sudden hissing sound the life raft began to make, it shocked her how fast it was beginning to blow up by itself, covering the entire plane in a matter of seconds.
Emma removed her hands in defeat at the now blown up life raft, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, until she finally released a small chuckle as she made her way to the other side of the plane where she knew Regina would be. She could practically hear her muffled groans as she grew closer and closer to the other window.
"Emma… Get me out of here!" Regina groaned, her eyes falling on the blonde pilot who leaned down to look at her through the window.
The pilot couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's smudged face right against the glass.
"Get me the hell out of here!" Regina's scream was muffled.
"Are you going to stop acting like a lunatic?" Emma asked.
"Fuck you!" Her cheek pressed more against the glass as she yelled out at the pilot.
Emma's brow furrowed as she leaned in closer to the glass, "Pardon me, what did you say?" She placed a hand against her ear, acting as if she couldn't understand her.
She could see Regina struggling to move, the life raft pressed up around her and against the window, around the brunette's head squeaked with each of her movements. Her smudged cheek up against the plane window pressed up against it even more, exposing some of her teeth as she struggled to bring up her hand right up against the window, sticking her middle finger out directly to the blonde.
Emma nodded with a raised brow, "That's what I thought you said." She walked away, leaving Regina's eyes to follow her, wondering if she was going to help her get out of this nightmare of a situation.
"Emma? Emma! Come back! You have to get me out of here!" She cried out.