Author's note - I'm not sure if I'm gonna update as frequantly because I wanna start a smallville story. But don't worry, I'm not gonna let this story sit for weeks - just don't expect an update every day now, y'know.
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"Where's Melissa?" Daley asked immediately after Nathan and Eric returned from the woods. They were supposed to separate and search the land, see if there were any more settlers, but Nathan, Eric and Melissa had gotten separated and when they finally united, they realized Melissa was gone.

Nathan and Eric shared an apprehensive glance. "I dunno, Daley," Nathan finally murmured. "She kinda disappeared."

"She what?" Daley asked loudly.

"Shhh," Eric shushed. "Don't want the killing natives to hear us, remember?"

"This is why we sent you out as a team, how do you just lose her?" Daley asked, stepping briskly towards Nathan.

Nathan instinctively backed up. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It's not like we ditched her, Daley," Eric stepped in. "She took off."

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"You don't look too good," Melissa murmured, gripping Jackson's arm, tightly. She was supposed to be supporting him, sort of, but she had to touch him more so out of comfort than anything else.

"He never does, though, does he?" Rodney asked conversationally. "Now, Cody, where is my money?"

Jackson seemed to hesitate. He shared a tensed look with Melissa, sure of the outcome if he denied his brother. Growing up Rodney hadn't been as heartless as he seemed to be here. He was somewhat protective and self-righteous. Jackson could name numerous times Rodney suffered grueling fights on Jackson's behalf or anybody's behalf, really. Rodney had been a nice guy. Then Jackson was taken away and Rodney was left alone. Before then Jackson hadn't really considered himself as an influence on his brother, but he soon realized that he was the only one keeping Rodney grounded in reality and care. Without Jackson Rodney needed to fall back on something. That something was a gang.

"I buried it," Jackson murmured slowly.

"Well lead on brother," Rodney responded gleefully.

Jackson figured that's what had disconnected himself from his brother and he couldn't really even say why he did but. He had taken half of what his brother had stashed. What his brother had stolen. Jackson had just wanted insurance, really. He didn't know his brother would fly to some exotic island just to track down 500 dollars in cash.