(A/N Ok, I really must love you guys! I've been updating so fast! Wahoo! Haha, thank you to every one who reviewed. I love you all! I was going to wait until like, some time next week to update, but I had so many good ideas, I just…couldn't not… Any ways…I've decided that I'm going to add some drama. Oh, and BTW all you M/J supporters out there, sorry for all the J/T action, but it's not just going to be that. There's a love square, remember? Tee hee…enjoy!)

Day 23

Since Taylor refused to be in the plane with all the…-as she called it- infested people, Daley and Jackson took turns in the plane, 'monitoring' the four sick people.

Daley was sitting in the plane, giving Lex some water. No body had looked better than they had the previous day, in fact, they all looked worse. Paler, and weaker. Lex looked so bad, and so tiny, he looked like he was about to break. Every one had fevers, and Daley still wasn't sure what to do with them, except give them water if they needed it. They all mostly just slept.

Just then Jackson stuck his head into the plane. "Want a break?" He asked, and stepped inside the plane.

Daley nodded, and then looked at Lex as he lay back down. "I've been thinking about some thing."

"What's that?"

"Well…I think Taylor is going to be the next one to get sick. So…maybe we should, you know, watch her for a bit, and see if there are any symptoms or any thing. Then maybe we can get a bit closer to figuring out what this disease is." Daley said, knowing she was not making that much sense, but figured Jackson would know what she meant.

Jackson just nodded, and made room for Daley to step out of the plane. Once she was out, she breathed in a deep breath of fresh air. She saw Taylor sitting by the fire, breathing deeply with her eyes closed. She wasn't filtering any water, and all the jugs were empty. Daley looked around. She didn't seem to be doing any thing useful at all, actually.

"Taylor!" Daley yelled, walking over to her. "What are you doing?"

Taylor opened her eyes, and looked up at Daley. "I was taking a break."

"Taylor!" Daley was so angry she didn't even know what to say. She figured Taylor wasn't doing any thing, and deserved to be yelled at. "We need all the help we can get right now! There are only three of us! We can't afford to have you lazing about."

Then Jackson was there, saying "What's all the yelling about?" He asked.

Daley ignored him, and Taylor stood up. "Taylor, I am so sick of you not doing any work!"

Taylor shook her head. "Daley, shut the hell up!"

Daley took a step back, blinked a few times, and said, "Excuse me?"

Taylor took a deep breath, and, after quickly glancing at Jackson, said, "I am so tired of you taking all these things out on me. Look, I've been doing just as much work as you have, if not more! And I'm just as worried and anxious as you are, and I really don't need you yelling at me! So just…shut up!"

Daley was speechless, and Taylor turned on her heel, and stormed off.

Jackson looked at Daley, and then took off after Taylor.

Daley sat down, looking at the fire. Was she being too hard on Taylor? All she knew was that Taylor had been on her nerves since day one. Daley sighed, and looked at then plane. Why was every thing falling apart? They had such a good system! Daley shook her head, and then made her way back into the plane.

Taylor kicked a tree. And then she kicked it again. And again. Once more, just for fun. It felt so good to let all of her anger out. Now, normally she wasn't a very violent person, but Daley just…made her so angry some times.

Taylor sat down, and huffed loudly. And that was when she heard it. The rustling in the bush. At first she thought it could have been Ian, Jory, Abby, or the captain. Or all of them, because the rustling was so loud. But she didn't hear any voices. And then she heard a low growl. Now, even Taylor didn't have to wonder what the growl came from, she knew she needed to get out of there. Right at that very second. So she sat up, and bolted, hoping the animal – what ever it was - hadn't seen her, and wasn't going to come after her.

She had been running for a few minutes, when she tripped over some thing. She fell flat on her face, and as she got up, and looked back, to see it was Jackson. Looking in the same condition (if not worse) than Melissa.

"Oh god," Taylor said to herself and she bent over Jackson. He had a fever, and he was definetly passed out. "How am I going to lift him?" Taylor asked the heavens hysterically. "Daley!" She yelled. "Daley!" But no one answered. She honestly didn't know how far away from camp she was.

Every thing was going pretty well at the camp. Except for the fact that Jackson and Taylor had been missing for almost TWO HOURS, and Daley was starting to go nuts. She knew she shouldn't have gone off like she did on Taylor, and she was starting to feel some what bad about it. You know, with out admitting that she was wrong. Because she wasn't. She never was.

She knew she should go out and look for them, deciding some thing had probably happened to Jackson, because if it had happened to Taylor, Jackson would have been able to get them back. But she didn't want to leave Nathan, Eric, Lex, and Melissa by themselves…

Daley had just made the decision to go and look for the two, when Taylor came trudging into camp, with Jackson slung over her shoulder. Daley ran over to them, and, when she saw Jackson, drew back. "What happened?" She asked.

Taylor just ignored her, and walked over to the plane, and put Jackson in. And then she walked over to the fire, and grabbing a water bottle, sat down in a chair.

"Taylor?" Daley asked, feeling guilty.

Taylor downed a bottle of water, and took a few deep breaths. "I carried him from all the way deep inside the mangly, nasty jungle, after being chased by a big, stupid, scary animal, and being yelled at by a scarier animal with red curly hair named Daley." She said, still breathless.

Daley felt these words hit her like a slap in the face. She then started to feel guilty about every thing she had done to Taylor. It was all coming over her in waves. "Taylor…" Daley started, not really knowing what to say. "I'm really, really sorry."

Taylor nodded. "Yea. Me too, I'm sorry we were stuck on this freakin' island in the first place."

Daley smiled slightly. "Well…me too. But I guess I haven't treated you very nicely. I'm really sorry."

Taylor nodded. "Ok."

Daley sat down beside her. "Friends?" She asked, acting quite out-of-character.

Taylor looked at her with an expression on her face. "Were we ever?"

Daley laughed, and Taylor smiled. "Maybe we should be." Daley said, and Taylor nodded. Then Daley knew every thing…well, maybe not every thing…but things with Taylor were ok. She might be a complaining, selfish brat, but she…Daley looked for some thing nice to say, but decided to leave it at that, and ask, "So, what happened with Jackson any ways?"

"I was running from this BEAST", Taylor started, and told Daley the whole story, getting very animated. "I knew I couldn't leave Jackson there…so I brought him here. It was really hard...trust me."

"Taylor! That was so…unselfish of you!" Daley said, obviously shocked.

Taylor nodded. "It happens more often then people think." She said solemnly, and then, unable to keep a straight face, laughed.

"This ruins my theory though." Daley muttered.

"What?" Taylor asked, and Daley shook her head. "My theory." Taylor gave her a blank look, and Daley looked confused. "Didn't Jackson tell you my theory?"

Taylor shook her head. "Uh…obviously not."

"Well, I figured the disease was hitting us by our age…youngest to oldest. Jackson and I both thought you were going to be the next one to get it…" Daley trailed off, and Taylor, not seeming to get it, wore a blank expression on her face, so Daley continued. "Jackson's the oldest of the three of us, so that throws off my theory."

Taylor nodded. "Oh."

"So I guess we don't know who it's going to hit next", Daley said, staring out blankly.

(A/N There we go! I hope this was an ok chapter, I'm not that happy with it, but I guess you guys will tell me what you think! Review! I'll love you forever!)