FIrst off, thanks to everyone who left a review; I'm glad you guys like it so far. Here's the next chapter; things will start to pick up with this one, now that they're actually talking and such. So yeah, read it, love it, hate it, just let me know what you think :)

Chapter Three - Never Too Prepared

" Damn it!"

Tommy opened his eyes in time to see Jude throw her phone aside, then bring out a bottle of water and a container of aspirin. She swallowed a few pills, then ran her fingers gently over her forehead, flinching when she touched a sore spot. She once again started digging in her bag, pulling out a small mirror.

" Wonderful," she muttered sarcastically when she found a large bump on her head, and a few scratches.

" Where the hell am I..." he asked, somewhat disoriented, as he sat up.

" Who knows..." she stated flatly. He looked around, taking in his surroundings for the first time. They were in a very small clearing amidst tons of trees. Straight ahead of him was a small lake, and he flinched at the site of their plane, the bottom half was underneath the water completely, and a large chunk of the front was laying next to the opening; both had black marks covering every inch of it. He looked to his right; more trees, then behind him, even more trees. To his left though, was a huge cliff, with indentations that could easily be make-shift caves.

He looked back over at Jude, who was just staring in the distance at the plane. He stared at her for awhile, before realization began to sink in, and he remembered he didn't know anything about this girl.

" Um... I..." he started, but couldn't find the right words to introduce himself without sounding stupid.

" I'm Jude..." She said, realizing right away what he was getting at, and he stuck out his hand.

" Tommy" he smiled weakly, then added, " Thanks..."

"I know," she replied with a sad smile on her lips, then laid on her back, staring at the sky. " Do you want some aspirin or anything..." she said, still looking at the clouds.

" Yeah, thanks..." she passed him the aspirin, but flinched as his mouth touched her water bottle.

" Somethin' wrong?"

" Besides the fact that we're stranded who knows where, with no food, water, or connection to the outside world? Nah, everything is just peachy."

He just stared at her, not sure what to make of a response like that.

" I'm kidding... I have this thing against sharing drinks.. I don't like germs... but it looks like I'll have to get used to 'em out here, huh?"

" Looks that way... Uh, I'm guessing your phone doesn't work..." he said, motioning to the phone beside her.

She gave him an incredulous look, and he just shrugged. " When ya get home, you should get a better model... there are plans for when you're in places like this.."

" Yeah, cause that's the first thing I'll wanna do... I'll make a 'note to self', thanks..." she retorted.

" It was just a suggestion..."

" Well, I don't suppose your phone is working..."

" It would but it's in the plane."

" Well, what a help that is..."

" Yours isn't helping either.."

" Whatever.. I'm more prepared then you are.." she said standing up. She was about to walk away when her ankle gave out, and she collapsed back down to the ground with a defeated sigh and groan.

" Are you okay?"

" Nothing I can't fix..." she said, once again going through her bag. She pulled out an ace bandage, quickly wrapping it around her ankle.

" What else you got in that bag? And where the hell can I buy one..." he said jokedly, and she just looked at him.

" Stuff, and you don't gotta curse so much. There's really no need, and its rude."

" You're kidding right? Hell isn't a curse..." she just rolled her eyes. He was right, it wasn't really a curse, but she didn't like him. He was a boybander, and she... well, she was anti-boy bands.

She started to walk away, slowly because of her ankle, and he quickly got up to follow.

" Look, I didn't mean to offend you... We're obviously gonna be seeing a lot of each other, we might as well be friends."

" Well... I guess.." she grumbled without looking at him, and kept walking towards the cliff. She stopped when she reached the side, and looked up. The cliff was at least 50 feet high, and had jagged rocks sticking out every couple of feet. It kind of resembled a rock-climbing wall, only it didn't look as fun, or safe.

She noticed a rock sticking far out of the cliff, seemingly making a cave-like shelter. She kneeled down, Tommy following her, and crawled into the cave. It was small, but big enough to fit both of them.

" Uh, this is where we're staying?" he asked hesitantly.

" Um, this is where I'm staying. I dunno bout you, but this seems like the only reasonable option."

" We can barely move in here..."

She shot him a look, and gritted her teeth. " Dude, its either this, or sleep outside. I know you're probably used to much more extravagant lodgings, but this is the best I can think of. I know I ain't sleepin in the rain, cause all my change of clothes.. Yeah, they're on the plane.. So take your pick..."

" No, I guess this will work for now..." he said, laying down and testing out his new place. She just rolled her eyes, and took her bag off her shoulders, dumping the contents on the sandy floor.

There was the aspirin, along with a couple band aids, some Neosporin and alcohol, and her half filled bottle of water. A few CDs fell out, along with a walkman and a digital camera. There was also a marble copybook, and what looked like a diary. She opened another compartment of her backpack, sending small bottles of shampoo and conditioner to the floor, along with bars of soap, shower gel, face wash, a toothbrush, toothpaste and razors. She reached into a small pocket, pulling out her wallet, and a small makeup bag. She dumped that out, only to prove she wasn't very girly. The small mirror, some lip gloss, chap- stick, along with multiple guitar picks, a pen and a sharpie tumbled out.

Tommy raised his eyebrow, " Got anything useful in there..?"

" Do you have anything?" She asked cockily, and he just shrugged and muttered something under his breath as he grabbed the case he had been dragging.

" A guitar!" She asked in awe. "You could save one thing and you grabbed your guitar?" She didn't know whether to be impressed or disgusted.

"It's my best one."

"It's not much help out here," she reminded him and turned back to her bag. She wondered secretly if he'd let her use it.

She reached in deep, and pulled out a wrinkled long sleeved T-shirt, and shrugged when Tommy gave her a weird look.

" Is that it, or is there anything else in there?"

" I swear ta God..." she mumbled, but turned away from him. Finally, she pulled out a box of matches, a small flashlight, and an entire pack of batteries.

" Well, are ya done now?"

" Yeah, for now..." she smiled cockily, and shoved her things back in, leaving only her T shirt and the shower things out. She grabbed her stuff and headed out of the cave, leaving her backpack in the corner of the cave.

"Where are ya goin!" he screamed after her.

" If ya didn't notice, I'm filthy... I'm gonna clean up.." she said, still walking away. He caught up to her just as she was going to pull off her shirt, and she froze.

" Um, can I help you?"

" I'm just as dirty as you..."

" Okay, then go over there..." she said slowly, as if talking to a first-grader, and pointed to the opposite side of the lake, behind a bush, where they wouldn't be within each others view.

" Gonna play hard to get huh?" he said smirking, and she scrunched up her face disgustedly.

" Ugh! You have got to be joking... I'm not into pop acts... Just go..."

It took a good minute before Jude convinced him there was no way she was sharing a toothbrush, but he didn't seem to care too much. In fact, he didn't seem to be taking anything too seriously. He chuckled, but finally walked away, after stealing some other bath supplies. He couldn't believe this girl; she really wasn't into him, and that was a first.

Once she was sure he was gone, she stripped down, and stepped into the cold lake. After getting used to the water, she quickly washed herself, scrubbing away the dirt that had covered her. Every so often she came in contact with bruises that were now forming completely, but she tried to ignore the pain, and gently finished washing. She splashed her face with water, using her face wash to wipe away any dirt. She threw the bottle onto the huge rock where her stuff had been carefully place, and reached for her shampoo and conditioner. After quickly washing her hair, which had looked brown thanks to all the soot, she wrung out all the excess water, and stepped out of the water, shivering a little as the wind blew lightly against her bare skin.

She grabbed her dirty T-shirt, using it as a towel, though it barely covered her half completely. Once she was somewhat dry, she dressed into the wrinkled shirt from the bag, and her old sweats. She carried her things back to the cave, choosing to go barefoot over wetting her shoes and socks. She dumped her things next to Tom's at the entrance, and crawled in, only to find him with his back turned to her. His hair was still damp, and she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt; only his loose fitting jeans.

He heard her gasp and turned around, " That impressed?" he asked arrogantly, and she groaned.

" Oh yeah, I'm so impressed.. How'd you manage that!" she said sarcastically.

" I work out..." he answered, quickly flexing.

" Wow, just as cocky as I thought... FYI, I was surprised at the enormous gash you have across your back!"

" Oh..." he said, completely unabashed, " Is it bad?" he asked, trying to see for himself, but only succeeding in looking like a dog chasing it's tail. She shook her head, holding back a smile. If the cut didn't look so deep, this would have been highly amusing.

" Sit still! I'll take care of it..." she said, and he quickly stopped moving. She grabbed her bag, pulling out the bottle of alcohol, Neosporin, and a few band aids. " Umm...okay... lay down... this may hurt a bit..." He followed her orders, laying on his back and bracing himself.

She poured some alcohol over the cut, watching it bubble, and she could tell he was acting tough by not complaining. She leaned over, blowing lightly to ease the pain. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and smiled to herself. She could have swore she heard a low groan escape from deep in his throat, but she ignored it. She put some of the ointment on her fingers, and gently ran her fingers down his back and over the cut, smoothing the Neosporin into his skin with her soft hands. Jude couldn't help noticing how toned his back muscles were, watching them go from tense to relaxed under her gentle touch. Before now, she could've cared less about what he was thinking. This moment was a completely different story. Shrugging it off, she pressed some bandage strips over the cut and smiled, rubbing his toned shoulder and smiling. She was massaging Little Tommy Q! Sadie would die to be in my place, she thought to herself.

"Better?" she asked him, pulling her hands back to herself before she could get the chance to touch him any longer. The sight of his naked chest made her lose any grudge she was holding against him at the moment.

"Yeah, thanks." Tommy said, realizing this feisty girl had a caring side. He sat up from his spot on the ground, turning to look at her. For a minute, Jude found herself lost in those suddenly compassionate eyes, confused as to why her heartstrings were being pulled just from the sight of him.

By the time she was done doctoring him, the sun was setting and a light rain had begun to fall. She laid down next to Tommy, trying to get as comfortable as possible on the sand, which wasn't an easy task.

" Dude, move over, you're in my space..." She said pushing him farther against the wall.

" Stop pushing! I can move myself..."

" Well your elbow's jammin' into my back!" she complained, shuffling around again. " There! Don't move!" She screamed as she found the most comfortable position. They stayed as still as possible, backs turned to each other, leaving the maximum amount of space between them, which wasn't more than 3 inches.

She was having trouble sleeping, her mind was working overtime. So many thoughts were running through her head, and the few short hours she had spent here felt like a lifetime. Was she ever going to see home again? Would anyone find her? Would Little Tommy Q be the last person she spoke to before dying? She couldn't bare to think of those things, and shut her eyes tightly, willing herself to sleep, which didn't come for a few more hours.

Her pleasant dreams of home were quickly forgotten as flashes of dead passengers filled her mind, causing her to wake in a panic. Sweat droplets were forming on her forehead, but she was shivering from the cold. Her teeth were chattering so loudly, she was afraid she was going to wake Tom, and she clamped her mouth shut, just as she heard rustling behind her.

" Jude?" she heard his deep voice near her ear, and turned to face him.

" Ye..yeah?" she said, quietly shaking and trying desperately to control her mouth.

" You okay?" his warm breath was so close to her face and she felt even more goose bumps form on her body.

" Yeah, just a little cold..."she said, turning back around and shutting her eyes. She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, and pull her closer. She visibly tensed up, but he ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to keep her warm, and she surprisingly eased up. She leaned into him, embracing the warmth his body was providing her with, and fell back into a deep sleep, free of nightmares.