A/N: Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two
"So, what exactly do we need, and when do we leave?" Mac asked sourly.
"You can't bring much.but whatever you bring has to be small. Make sure to bring stuff that you can wear that will keep you cool. No cameras, or anything electronic or digital like that.." Mark listed.
"What about our guns?" demanded Harm.
"That would be a hard one to explain to the higher-ups.." Sighed Mark.
"Excuse you." smirked Harm. "Last time I checked, you weren't the one in danger. Trust me.this guy is very resourceful, and he will find a way to get something on that island."
Mark frowned, and Mac could have sworn that she heard him growl at Harm. Finally, he nodded, and smiled thoughtfully. "Pocket knives are allowed as a personal comfort item." He smirked.
"Hey Harm, do they make pocket knives that come with miniature revolvers inside?" smirked Mac in reply.
"No," he sighed, "but I remember something my Grandma Sara told me once. Dad and his friends used to make nail guns out of milk cartons..hmmm..." Harm thought on this for a second while Mark's facial expression took a turn for the worst.
A/N: This can be done. I don't know if Harm's dad would have done it, but my dad did when he was a kid.so I guess it works!
"So it's settled then. Mac and I completely lay our lives on the line so YOU don't get yelled at by your boss." smirked Harm. "Now, the only thing is.if we use Mac as bait, and something happens, and I get yelled at by MY boss, I'm coming after you when I'm booted out of the Navy.." He threatened.
"Boys!" smiled Mac, intervening, "Let's think happy thoughts, and play nice.okay?" she requested, and they both nodded in unison.
"You leave tomorrow morning." Smiled Mark. "Good luck." He added.
The next day, Harm picked Mac up early in the morning, and the two of them drove to the airport. By noon, they were half way through the flight to Japan. This time, 'Survivor' was being filmed on a small island off the coast of the small island Okinawa.
A/N: Remember, I don't own 'Survivor'! I made this up, so I don't know where the next 'Survivor' is being filmed. I only used this location because I happen to live in Okinawa, so that's my reason.
Mac cleared her throat, and glanced at Harm. "You think you'll be okay?" she smiled. "Are you okay now?" she added when she realized how deeply he was frowning.
"I'm fine. It's not me I'm worried about anyway..it's you." He sighed truthfully.
"I'll be fine." Mac waved away his comment. "What could Palmer possibly do with all those people around us?"
"Mac, we're two of sixteen.." Smirked Harm. "He's probably got better odds than you think he does."
"Stop thinking so negatively." She warned. "Besides, we're touching down soon. If you were going to do any further objecting to my coming here, you should have started before we got on the plane."
"I did, remember?" smirked Harm.
A Few Hours Later...
A small boat roared up to a comparatively smaller island. Mac squinted, looking for Palmer's familiar face. The sun gleamed in her eyes, and she looked away, shuddering. She could see nothing, but she could hear the people in a nearby boat. That's right..everyone was on the boats still, which meant Palmer was on the adjacent boat.
Mark made himself known. He appeared on their boat. "You will have one minute to get as much as you can off these boats, and onto that island. We will go no closer than this. When that minute is over, I will meet all of you on the island, at which point we will choose the tribes. The game begins now. When I say go.you may proceed. Go!" he yelled.
Mac and Harm smiled at each other, and each of them grabbed as much as was possible to carry. Hopping into the water, they swam for the shore, surprising everyone by not abandoning any of their packages. They were able to make one more trip to the boat before the minute was over, but were panting by the time they got back to shore. Mark joined them, and the rest of the cast. "I've thrown a loop into this one, guys." He announced. "I will choose the tribes this time. We'll see how you all do when I make the decisions."
Mac and Harm crossed their fingers. Mark read the tribe names from a list. He had done as was requested of him. Mac was on the same team as Harm. Palmer, the opposite. For now, that was one thing they wouldn't have to worry about.
A/N: Feed back?! What do you think?
Chapter Two
"So, what exactly do we need, and when do we leave?" Mac asked sourly.
"You can't bring much.but whatever you bring has to be small. Make sure to bring stuff that you can wear that will keep you cool. No cameras, or anything electronic or digital like that.." Mark listed.
"What about our guns?" demanded Harm.
"That would be a hard one to explain to the higher-ups.." Sighed Mark.
"Excuse you." smirked Harm. "Last time I checked, you weren't the one in danger. Trust me.this guy is very resourceful, and he will find a way to get something on that island."
Mark frowned, and Mac could have sworn that she heard him growl at Harm. Finally, he nodded, and smiled thoughtfully. "Pocket knives are allowed as a personal comfort item." He smirked.
"Hey Harm, do they make pocket knives that come with miniature revolvers inside?" smirked Mac in reply.
"No," he sighed, "but I remember something my Grandma Sara told me once. Dad and his friends used to make nail guns out of milk cartons..hmmm..." Harm thought on this for a second while Mark's facial expression took a turn for the worst.
A/N: This can be done. I don't know if Harm's dad would have done it, but my dad did when he was a kid.so I guess it works!
"So it's settled then. Mac and I completely lay our lives on the line so YOU don't get yelled at by your boss." smirked Harm. "Now, the only thing is.if we use Mac as bait, and something happens, and I get yelled at by MY boss, I'm coming after you when I'm booted out of the Navy.." He threatened.
"Boys!" smiled Mac, intervening, "Let's think happy thoughts, and play nice.okay?" she requested, and they both nodded in unison.
"You leave tomorrow morning." Smiled Mark. "Good luck." He added.
The next day, Harm picked Mac up early in the morning, and the two of them drove to the airport. By noon, they were half way through the flight to Japan. This time, 'Survivor' was being filmed on a small island off the coast of the small island Okinawa.
A/N: Remember, I don't own 'Survivor'! I made this up, so I don't know where the next 'Survivor' is being filmed. I only used this location because I happen to live in Okinawa, so that's my reason.
Mac cleared her throat, and glanced at Harm. "You think you'll be okay?" she smiled. "Are you okay now?" she added when she realized how deeply he was frowning.
"I'm fine. It's not me I'm worried about anyway..it's you." He sighed truthfully.
"I'll be fine." Mac waved away his comment. "What could Palmer possibly do with all those people around us?"
"Mac, we're two of sixteen.." Smirked Harm. "He's probably got better odds than you think he does."
"Stop thinking so negatively." She warned. "Besides, we're touching down soon. If you were going to do any further objecting to my coming here, you should have started before we got on the plane."
"I did, remember?" smirked Harm.
A Few Hours Later...
A small boat roared up to a comparatively smaller island. Mac squinted, looking for Palmer's familiar face. The sun gleamed in her eyes, and she looked away, shuddering. She could see nothing, but she could hear the people in a nearby boat. That's right..everyone was on the boats still, which meant Palmer was on the adjacent boat.
Mark made himself known. He appeared on their boat. "You will have one minute to get as much as you can off these boats, and onto that island. We will go no closer than this. When that minute is over, I will meet all of you on the island, at which point we will choose the tribes. The game begins now. When I say go.you may proceed. Go!" he yelled.
Mac and Harm smiled at each other, and each of them grabbed as much as was possible to carry. Hopping into the water, they swam for the shore, surprising everyone by not abandoning any of their packages. They were able to make one more trip to the boat before the minute was over, but were panting by the time they got back to shore. Mark joined them, and the rest of the cast. "I've thrown a loop into this one, guys." He announced. "I will choose the tribes this time. We'll see how you all do when I make the decisions."
Mac and Harm crossed their fingers. Mark read the tribe names from a list. He had done as was requested of him. Mac was on the same team as Harm. Palmer, the opposite. For now, that was one thing they wouldn't have to worry about.
A/N: Feed back?! What do you think?