IvyZoe-Wow. Happy to see you saw this, and I not long after I wrote it too. :-) Thanks, you are too kind. Hope you don't feel too sorry for him, LOL. Hope you enjoy the rest too.

STORMS

He brought the jet to a safe elevation and then turned off anything and everything that he could find or think of that would communicate with the outside world. He definitely did not want anyone finding him. The thief grinned at himself for being able to get out of such a sticky situation. He figured he could drop the woman off in New York, seeing as that was where he was meeting his client anyway, and if anybody ended up finding them, he could always use her as a hostage. Besides, maybe things would be interesting with her around. He hadn't been with a woman in days, seeing as the job ended up taking more of his time than he thought. When he first boarded the jet, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, and there wasn't a woman out there that resisted his charm. It's not like he would ever see her again after that.

It was dark outside so he didn't see the storm until it was almost too late. He tried to find a way to fly around them, but ended up in the middle of a nasty one. The whole jet shook hard from the turbulence as the heavy rain beat down upon it. He took his sunglasses off, in order to get a better look at what he needed to do. But then she came barging in, swaying lightly as the jet jolted.

"What's goin' on?"

"A storm." he gritted through his teeth, but made sure not to look back at her.

"Ah can see that, are we gonna beh able ta make it through this, or are we gonna have'ta turn back?" she asked him a little bit annoyed and somewhat in desperation.

"We already in da middle of it, no use it turnin' back now, non." he told her, but knowing that he couldn't turn around anyway, since what happened at the airport not long ago. She went back to her seat and strapped herself in.

The thief did not panic, instead he was determined to get through this, he had to. But then one of the engines went down. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the other one did too. The ran began to get heavier and heavier by the second so he tried to bring them lower, hoping to find somewhere, anywhere to land. It was so dark and hard to see, but then he saw it, enjoying the fact that his eyes had helped to get him out of another jam. Just before he even made it anywhere near the island before him, the other engine started to give out. He lifted the nose of the plane hoping for some miracle, but he was knocked out from a sudden jolt as they crashed.

When the commotion finally ended and the plane stayed erily still, Marie looked at the sight before her. Her half of the jet was barely resting upon the tops of some trees, with the plane nearly broken in half. She knew she couldn't make it to the pilot, so she attempted to make her own escape route and then find a way to reach him. She found a part of the jet that was more stable and there was an emergency exit near it. She popped open the door as carefully as it would allow her, shaking the jet a little bit. She sighed in relief that she did not just send them to their deaths, merely trying to escape. There was a large tree limb that was near enough to her that if she had to jump to in order to reach. She summed up the limb and figured that it looked stable and strong enough to hold her weight. So she took a few steps back and ran for it. After she leapt for it, she barely was able to catch the limb, hugging it with all she had. But once she tried to get her leg over it, she slipped. Just hanging there, her hands barely holding on she looked for another possible way, before she fell to her death. That is when she saw another limb, not far from her, but she knew she couldn't make it, she had no leverage. Her hands started to slip, when she saw something, it was a vine. She swung her legs and sent herself falling towards the vine and was actually able to catch it, but she was too heavy, it broke and sent her falling. Then she fell hard through a couple of smaller limbs before she fell onto a large one that stopped her decent to the ground. She laid there for a moment trying figure out what kind of mess she had really put herself into.

Marie looked up and saw that she wasn't far from the cockpit. That is when she noticed that he was lying there unconscious and she noticed a small trickle of blood come from his head. She made her way, climbing down from the trees, to reach him. It amazed her how he was that much closer to the ground and how far she had to go to get here. Marie carefully made her way to the nose of the plane, not seeing any possible means of getting him out of there. From this position she was able to see that there were some weak points in the windshield, noting that he was lucky that it didn't totally cave on him completely. She climbed onto the nose and lightly kicked at the glass until it gave through. She climbed inside and tried to wake him but he was only half conscious. Marie let the pilot use her as a crutch, and they made their way back to the tree that she came from. He almost slipped a few times, but caught himself rather gracefully.

By the time they had fully made it to the ground, she was nearly having to drag him. But she knew that being near the jet was not such a good idea since she didn't know if anything was leaking or anything. All she could see were some minor lights flashing. So she figured that if it didn't blow up that they could always go back. As they made their way through, the rain slowly stopped. She didn't know where she was going or how to get there, but she didn't want to know what else lived here, maybe even if they were human. She didn't stop until she found the beach. So she laid him down and did what she could to start a fire.