Three Shows on a Deserted Island
(This is a mixture of 7th heaven, Gilmore Girls and Dawson's Creek. Their ages are at the beginning of each of their first seasons. I know everything is not correct and might not make sense but I enjoyed writing it and that's all that counts for me)
Eric- Eric slowly opened his eyes. He was hot and very thirsty. The sun was bearing down on him and he could feel the grainy texture of sand beneath him. He sat up and looked around. He was on a beach. He stared out at the ocean water and the plane crash came back to him. The plane landed inthe water but he had got himself and his family out. He sat up straigher as he thought about his wife and kids and his head got a jolt of pain. He gingerly touched his forehead, then pulled his fingers back revealing a little blood. He stood up and looked down the beach. He seen two huddled forms at the far end.
"Annie" he cried out, running down the beach. Please let it be her, he thought.
Luke- Luke felt warm water on his face. He tasted salt water in his mouth. He was laying on his stomach, half-emerged in water. He rolled over on his back and sat up, staring out at a vast ocean. I'm alive, he thought. But where's Lorelai? And where's Rory? He glanced next to him and was stunned to see a young blond headed boy passed out next to him. He gripped the boy's shoulder and shook him.
"Hey, kid," he said. He was surprised to see the kid stir. Luke suddenly heard a voice shout and turned to look at the other end of the beach. A man about 45 or so wearing slacks and a blue button up shirt was running toward him. Who's this guy? Luke thought, getting up.
Dawson- Dawson felt himself being shaken. His throat was dry and his skin was hot, except for his legs, which were wet. He opened his eyes and seen an older man around 35 sitting next to him. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He also weore a green baseball hat backwards on his head. The man was turned away staring at someone else who was running toward them. He was disappointed to see it wasn't one of his friends that he was on the plane with. Where are they? he thought sitting up. The man next to him turned to look at him.
"Good. You're alive," he said gruffly.
I am, Dawson thought. But are my friends?
(Next part will have what happend to the rest)