Author's note - Sorry if the last chapter confused anybody and sorry if it seemed rushed. It was a long chapter tho. So…more with that gun, eh? I dunno. It seems like there's a lot of violence in the story, but a violence-less story is what people call boring. So. Tell if me I'm over doing it. I'm trying to make the characters emotional, y'know because…well not everybody gets shot this often. That's three people out of like eight that's been shot. So…I like it tho…but…yes onto the typos. I am very sorry but I am very impatient. I have been proof reading the last five or six chapters tho - same with my smallville fic. I am trying to minimize the typos. So if anything in any chapter confuses anybody just send me a message and I'll try to clear it up. Thanks for the Beaver and Taylor praise too. I want it to be so that they bring the good (or bad) out of each other. Tell me if there's anything between them - or any characters - that you want to see. Lex will be in the chapter too - he's a little fella but he's hard to forget.

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"Has anybody ever considered suicide?" Beaver asked. Daley had opted that, as their last night on this boat, they have this kind of group thing, where they would congregate and just talk - share secrets and thoughts and concerns. Beaver was enthusiastic but he was most likely the only one - besides Nathan of course, who was overly eager to hear about Daley's personal thoughts. "I mean seriously, like deep thoughts. Like I'm dying tonight or…I'mma try again?"

As Beaver glanced around the circle, he was slightly abashed as everybody shook their heads. And then he glanced at Melissa, who was nodding. Beaver and Jackson exchanged glances because they knew that they'd each attempted suicide more than once, in more than one way. Fate obviously had other plans, right? "Have you attempted it?" Beaver asked.

Melissa was quiet for a moment, mulling the question over in her mind. "No," she finally answered. "But I was close once…"

Beaver and Jackson nodded, thinking back to their own personal experiences. When Jackson was 12 he tried to commit suicide for the first time, right after he 'lost his virginity'. He played it simple, overdosing on Valium. Due to his lack of luck, his adoptive mother, oblivious to all things that don't concern her, discovered him and rushed him to the hospital. The government was more than happy to help Jackson's 'condition', so they paid for his help. He was sent to a mental institution for 14 months. He never once told them about his experiences - why he was actually there - why he had actually tried to commit suicide.

Beaver was different, as usual. Beaver tried to die the more blunt way - he attacked his drunken, abusive, adoptive father. He was right close to dying too - but the neighbors had done a rather foreign thing - they had called the cops. Beaver had been right close to dying, like I mentioned before - he was bloody and bruised into oblivion. But nobody cared enough to diagnose his strong need to escape life, and he spent two months in the hospital.

That was what each of them took time to think about right now. But that was just the first attempt. Jackson only attempt suicide twice in his life before getting the better hold on himself. Beaver attempted it five more times.

"How many times did you attempt it, Beeve?" Taylor asked, studying his face closely.

Beaver's features shifted slightly, but it was devoid of shame or regret. "Six times," Beaver answered, sitting up a little straighter.

"Somebody must have been looking out for you, huh?" Nathan asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes, fucking satan," Beaver agreed. "I attempted it six times. Six fucking different times. How much of a fuck up could I be?"

Jackson was the only one that didn't stifle his chuckle. "How do you fail six times?" Lex asked, perplexed.

"I'm sure you've failed at…something, little man," Beaver said defensively.

Lex seemed to mull over the question a bit before answering. "No…not really. I can't remember ever failing at…anything." He shrugged. "Sorry."

"Speaking of suicide," Melissa said loudly. "How about we talk about something else."

"Alright. How about we talk about what we're gonna eat once we get back to civilization?" Beaver asked. "Because I'm gonna eat. For like three hours. I want some ice cream. Like right now." Beaver glanced over at Daley.

"Don't look at me, Beaver," Daley said. "We don't have any ice cream."

"I'm gonna eat chocolate," Melissa said. "Hershey. Milky way. Three musketeers…"

"I'm gonna eat chocolate too," Beaver said.

"And man, how long is the shower going to be?" Taylor asked. "Like three hours."

A grin crossed Beaver's face. "Three hours, Taylor. Just us and the hot water."

"Gross," Lex said loudly.

Beaver shrugged. "Not in a few years, it won't be."

"And I'm gonna sit in front of the TV for like thirty days," Eric said. "I don't even care if it's the news. I'm gonna watch it."

"I'm gonna listen to music non stop until I die," Daley said.

"We should have a pizza party," Beaver said. "Who's buying?" Beaver glanced around the group. "I'm serious…"

"I'll buy, for you, Beaver," Taylor offered.

"And me," Eric added. Taylor threw a look at him but he just shrugged.

Daley glanced up at the map in the ship's computer. She stood abruptly. "Guys. I think we're here."