A/N: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...deedily dee there they are a-standing in a row, bum bum bum.....i really didn't have anything to say so i typed the first thing that came to my mind.

Ch. 7 Revelations

"Anders? The pilot?" she asked in surprise

"Yes. That's me. I went to look around and got completely lost out there. Glad to see you're alright."

"You too. Do you have your phone?" Sonny interrogated getting straight to the point.

"No. I think I lost it when we hit. I can go look for it if you'd like." his boss shook his head.

"Not necessary. Tomorrow will be better." With a nod, the young man followed example and made himself as comfortable as possible, and the three prepared themselves to spend the night.

Long after the two men had fallen asleep, Courtney found herself wide awake and doing her best to hold back the coughs that fought to escape. A dull ache began to steadily grow in her chest, but she dismissed it as just being sore. Not wanting to wake either of them she muffled her mouth with the thin fabric of one of the flight blankets they'd brought back.

For a few seconds they became violent and powerful but the sheet did a fine job of quieting them down. Slowly they died down, and she greatfully uncovered her mouth. The taste of copper remained on her tastebuds. Confused she lifted her fingers to her bottom lip and saw. As if needing more evidence she focused her eyes on the blanket and stared at the small red stain residing on it.

"Oh my god." she stated a little too loud, immediately regretting it when she heard the older of the two men stir and wake up.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Though she couldn't see him, she could feel her brother's chocolate colored gaze on her.

"Nothing. Bad Dream." she lied. He seemed to accept the excuse and affered her his blanket. After she declined they both settled back in to sleep. But she couldn't.

'Why didn't I just tell him? Why did I lie?' she asked herself. She didn't have an answer, because she didn't know why.

Trying to calm herself, Courtney took in a deep breath and was surprised when it caused a sharp pain in her chest. Something was wrong, and she should tell him. Before she could make the decision to open her mouth, any words that she might have said were overtaken by still more bone shaking coughs. It felt like they were getting worse with each one. The stabbing pain intensified and she gladly welcomed the black sheet that quickly came over her.

Up with the dawn, Anders dialed the now familiar number into his 'lost' phone. It rang twice before he answered.

"Alcazar."

"Sir, I have news."

"Good?"

"Corinthos is alive. They all are, however from what I've seen of him, Remirez doesn't have much time left." he confessed

"Then you better finish the job! Corinthos needs to be taken care of. If I don't get a call in 24 hours telling me it's done I'll come there and take fo him. And you." he threatened.

He hung up the phone, leaving the man to ponder his position. This wasn't how he'd planned it. First of all, after a generous compensation, he had been informed that Morgan wouldn't be on the plane. But he figured he could at least get to Corinthos.

'Apparently, this Anders guy can't even crash a plane right." he thought unhappily.

His plan had been flawless. Get the pilot take a nose dive towards an island while he jumps ship to safely wait to be picked up. At the moment he was surprised that the guy had been able to open his parachute correctly.

'Well, Luis, If you want something done right, do it yourself." he thought cliched. But he would give the man a chance to redeem himself. He looked at his watch. 24 Hours.

"Tick, Tock."

He continued to look at the phone laong after the dial tone echoed through . He didn't know what to do. Murdering Sonny in cold blood wouldn't be easy. He had always been respectful towards him, And how did he return it? By excepting a hefty bribe to intentionally put his life in danger.

It wasn't like he could ask for forgiveness now, he had already done too much. Anders options were clear. Kill or be killed. It wasn't just him he would have to get rid of, there were two other people there besides Sonny. Even if he could manage commit murder three times there wasn't any guarentee that Alcazar rould actually come to get him afterwards.

With sweaty palms he dialed once again , this time it only rang once before he picked up.

"That was fast." the voice answered. "Am I too assume it's done?"

"It's not."

"Then why are you wasting your limited time?" he grumbled.

"I'll do it but on one condition."

"Which is?"

"Give me your word that you'll send someone for me and let me live."

"I give you my word." he complied. "Now do what needs to be done."

He hung up the phone for the second time in under an hour. His phone had enough in it for another call. It would be the one to get him home. Now all he had to was kill and he could be home. Sighing he pocketed the phone and headed back.

A/N: If you're wondering something like "it's not realistic, everything was fine and all the sudden somethings wrong" it is realistic. It happened to me and a friend. Not in a plane crash though you sillies. We got in a car accident and the driver side was rammed and she was fine while we were waiting for the police and everyone to come, but like 45 min or so into it she started coughing really bad and she did cough up a little bit of blood. It was really scary. But they got there not too long afterwards so she's ok now.