A/N: So here's chapter two! I hope you like it.

Because I didn't do so before, I do not own big time rush or any of the members, although I wouldn't mind meeting them :)

Also, because people have asked, YES this is an RPF (really person fic) so instead of James Diamond, he's actually James Maslow.

And THANK YOU to everyone who favorite this story already, and added it to their alerts, and reviewed. It really means a lot to me.

Finally, my penname is no longer BlackpaintedNails616171. I've changed it to SourGummyBear ( have you ever tried a sour gummy bear? they are so good!) , but just be aware of that; I don't want to confuse anybody.

Sorry to bore you out of your minds. Read on!


James wakes up to the smell of smoke. But it's not the bad kind of smoke, like the smoke he had smelled coming from the plane. It's the good smoke, the smoke that was warm and comforting, the smoke that came from a campfire. James turns over and opens his eyes, only to be greeted by the cold, sad face of Amanda. She's still breathing, thankfully, but it's very light, like their was no weight to it, it sounds hollow.

James frowns and sits up, his head still throbbing a little bit. He looks towards the light emanating from the fire, noticing three familiar bodies sitting around it.

James goes, "You guys made a fire?" as he makes his way over to them.

"Yep," Kendall says, sitting with his injured leg elevated on a rock.

"How? Did you guys find matches or something?"

"Well, we did, but they were soaking wet." Carlos says. "I found a survival kit when we were still on the plane, trying to get out. I thought it could have some useful things in it, so I grabbed it and stuffed it in my bag."

"huh," James says. "So, how'd you get the fire?"

"Amanda,"

"She woke up?"

"No," Logan says, motioning James to sit down. "She still had her purse with her, so we looked through it. We found a lighter, and we got fire."

James nods, and looks directly into the fire. The fire is so warm, it's so nice, and it makes James realize that he's actually freezing cold. He knows that he has a blanket that he took from the plane in his back pack, but he would rater stay here, next the warm fire, and stay out of the cold itself.

Carlos is looking through Amanda's wallet, also found in her purse, emptying it completely. The last thing to fall out was a flimsy piece of paper with a scribble like handwriting on it. "Hey, guys," Carlos says, picking up the paper. "Look at this." The boys gather around Carlos as he begins to read the letter out loud. "'Dear Mandy, Ryan is 14 months old today. You've been gone for three days and we already miss you so much. How are we supposed to survive the next two months without you here? We'll make do, I suppose. Work is work, and you've got to do what you have to do. Ryan misses his mommy, though. Two months away is way too long for a mother to be away from her child. He won't eat his peas anymore- he'll only eat them if they are from you. So, please, hurry home. We'll be waiting. Be safe and know how much we both love you. Love always, your hubby, Brian.'"

The boys are quiet for a while, as they all look over at Amanda. It's not that the boys ever disliked Amanda, it was just that they had never thought of her as someone outside of their manager. Ever since she became their manager, little over six months ago, she had been-intense. But now, as they look at her, lying there, they couldn't help but image her with a small child on her hip, being a mother. It seems almost right for her to be in that position; being a mother. All of the boys simultaneously think what an amazing mother she would actually be.

"I really hope she wakes up." Kendall blurts, his eyes intent on her.

Logan nods, looking through more of the papers. "Guys," he says, holding a picture up. "I think this is her family-Ryan and Brian." The photo captures a moment where the young child, Ryan, is smiling at his father, Brian, while Brian is holding his child above his head, like he was superman.

"Do you think the know?" Carlos asks, folding the letter and putting it back in the wallet. He looks at James, then Kendall and then Logan.

"About what?" James asks.

"The crash, that we're out here, stranded in the middle of freaking nowhere?" Carlos' eyes don't blink as they gaze into the fire. "Do they have any way of knowing?"

"I'm sure somebody knows," James shrugs. "I mean, if the pilot knew that the plane was going down, that we were going to have a crash landing, wouldn't he have contacted air traffic control, or something?"

"But what if he never got the chance before we crashed and he d-" Carlos isn't able to even finish that statement. His mind flashes back to earlier this morning, when they first boarded the plane, and the Pilot had come out to great them. He had told them all sorts of things, like how long he'd been a pilot, and how he'd never had a problem while during a flight before. Carlos remembers hearing him say that they were going to have a safe trip, and then one hour later him saying that the plane was going down. Carlos shivers at the memory.

"Died?"Kendall coughs up.

"Yeah," Carlos' dry voice states. "That."

"Don't think about that stuff," Logan says, placing a hand on Carlos' back. "As far as we know, there is already a search team out looking for us. When we don't show up at the hotel, or at meetings, they'll know something is up. If we stay hopeful, we'll be fine. I promise."


Sleeping seems treacherous, but not sleeping seems more so. The boys admit, after a long night of sitting around a fire, wishing that they were home, in their own comfortable beds, that once their words start to slur together, that they should call it a night.

Together, they put out the fire, and use the blankets that they stole from the cabin of the plane as what they should be, blankets to warm their cold bodies. Their clothes are still damp from the swim that they had to take to get the part of the earth that they are on, and with the sun down, they are even colder than they were before. Sleeping in the conditions that they were in seemed very unstable, and sure enough, throughout the night, even the slightest noises shook each of the boys. They dozed off, for no more than an hour at a time.

The environment was so new to them, so unbelievably mysterious, the boys didn't know what to think. All of a sudden, they felt so small in a huge world. There they are, sleeping in a part of the world that they didn't even know existed, so how could they not feel so tiny? Sure, back in civilization they are huge, stars of the hit show "Big Time Rush", but out here, in the wilderness, the empty space seemed to bite at them, like it's trying to tell them, "Hey, I'm bigger than you, so show some respect,".

Once the mornings hits, the sun shining through the trees that stood tall and mighty in the forest behind the boys, the boys regret not just sleeping through the night.

Everything hurts them, every single muscle; James can't move his arms without aching so much he feels like he might cry. Kendall's knee kills when he tries to step on it, Carlos' legs burn when he tries to walk, and Logan can't stand up straight without falling back down.

The boys sit together in a circle as James hands out granola bars that we smashed in his bag. Their stomachs tell them that they'll need more food, but they decide it's best ration the food when it comes time to eat; they don't know how long they'll be out here.

"How's your knee?" Carlos asks, once they all finish their granola bars.

Kendall doesn't want to risk moving it, but slowly, he lifts it up onto that rock he had put it on last night. Very carefully, he rolls up his pant leg, to expose his battered knee. The blood has soaked through the gauze, but all the way, only in little blotchy patches.

"That doesn't look like it's fun," Logan says, looking at the abrasion up close.

"It's not very pleasurable to walk on, I'll tell you that." Kendall says, gritting his teeth together, as Logan inspects it. "How much gauze do we still have in the boxes?"

Carlos taps his chin and goes, "Well, I used about half of it on our knee yesterday, so I would say we have about a roll and a half." Carlos sits down next to James and puts his head in his hands. " I normally would change it every day, but I don't know when we'll be leaving-"

"Hopefully soon," James interrupts. "Where's the goddamn paparazzi when you need 'em?"

James can only imagine being back in L.A. trying to sneak out of his apartment, or leave set with the paparazzi on his tale. He's always found it annoying, actually, but now, when they're stranded in a forsaken piece of land, he wishes that they would jump right out of the bushes, because that would mean that someone knows where they are- they would be able to leave this place.

The day grows boring. The boys don't talk much, except for the occasional gasp of pain emanated from Kendall. They all sit and wait- for what, they aren't sure, a helicopter, a huge hummer truck that would have enough power to plow through the huge forest behind them. Any sign of human life would be perfectly fine with them. They just want something.

By sunset, after the boys shared another two granola bars, splitting them in half, frustration is starting to dawn on them. What if Carlos had been right, and the pilot hadn't reached air traffic control, or whoever the hell he was supposed to reach? What if no one knew that they were stranded, with a limited amount of food and fresh water? How would they ever be found? It's not like the boys had any idea how to survive like this. They didn't teach "How to survive a plane crash in the middle of nowhere," at any of the high schools they went too.

"Guys?" James is the first one to speak in a long time. The break in the silence actually causes the boys to jump a little-they had gotten so used to empty quietness. "I think that we should take a look at everything that we have," James suggests. It really, would make sense, just in case they were out here longer that they expected, they could reserve eating all of their food at once.

The boys agree completely to what James says, and start to explode their packs- they take everything out and group things together. What little food they did have went there, and blankets went close to the rock, and everything in between went right over there.

In total they had:

7 granola bars

11 bottles of water

2 medium size bags of trail mix

An apple

An orange

2 banana's

3 blankets

One pillow

Survival kit (in which there was a bottle of iodine tablets, and this really horrible freeze-dried food, like, astronaut food, that the boys wouldn't even touch, let alone eat.)

The boys are scared at how little they actually had- they'd thought that, when the were on the plane, that they were taking too much. But, then again, who would be worrying about taking too much food when their plane is falling out of the sky.

"So," Logan says, handing off the apple that the boys had decided to share, since they didn't want it rotting in anybody's bags. "I think that we should limit what we eat everyday- we can't just feast on everything when we're starving."

"The fruit goes first," Kendall says, groaning when he had to move his leg to reach the other fruits. "Do you guys know how honestly painful this is?" He asks.

They all shrug, not understanding. As the boys share the apple, each taking a bite, and passing it along, Carlos skips out on taking a bite. "You guys know that I don't do the whole sharing water bottles or-" he looks at the fruit in James' hand like it was diseased, "Apples."

James' sighs. "Dude, you need to eat something." He holds out the apple again and Carlos resists. "We've have all been together for the last year, basically twenty-four hours, seven days a week. If we had some contagious disease, you would have gotten by now."

"You know I'm a germaphobe!"

"We're in the middle of nowhere! Do you really think that you're going to be able to avoid germs?" James raises an eyebrow at Carlos, who pouts and gives up, not even bothering to take another shot at winning this argument. "Please," James says, calming his voice. "Just take some," he holds out the apple again.

Carlos looks at James skeptically. Slowly, he took the apple out of his hands. "If I die, I'm blaming you." He says, before taking a bite, and wiping the excess juice on his shirt.

All of the boys are quiet for a couple minutes, just thinking, and passing the apple around. They're all thinking of ways to survive this, how they would get away from this place. What if they're never found, or god forbid, one of them dies, or gets sick? They're a family, as cliché and cheesy as it sounds. But they are- they couldn't imagine life without each other right now. For instance, whenever they are on a break, the two weeks that they aren't together, they miss each other like crazy. They can't wait to get back into the swing of things, to get back on set, or back in the studio to record songs and learn new dances moves that Logan would never get right until he was in front of an audience, feeding off of their energy. And what about their fans? If they were never found, and-died - their fans would be devastated. Their families- dear lord their families. They hadn't seen them in a month- they'd been so busy, going on their mini-tour, stopping by schools and doing a show for them. The only contact that they had had was through iPhone's or BlackBerry's. What if their families never got to see them again?

"Hey!" Carlos says. "What's that silver thing?" He asks, pointing out to the water in front of them.

The sun is going down, but it's at the right point in the sky where it hits perfectly, causing a sun glare to bounce off. The boys all see it, obviously by the blinding light. They all stand to see a better view of the mysterious object.

"What do you think it is?" Carlos asks. He's excited, maybe someone had found then- maybe they were going to be rescued, maybe-

"It's not moving." James cuts him off. There goes all the hope of being rescue right then and there.

Kendall slowly stands up from where he is sitting, following the boys. His knee still was painful, but he could pull it together long enough to walk a couple feet. "I think it's the tail of the plane," He puts a hand out, trying to block the sun. "What else could it be?"

They all watch, the sun moving slowly. When it finally moves enough so that the guys can get a better look at it, they all concede that is was in fact the end of the plane. Weird how they didn't notice before.

As the sun goes down, disappearing in the horizon, the boys start another fire going, being careful not to burns themselves when they stuck out their limbs to keep warm. It gets unnaturally cold during the night, which would not be expected considering the hot day that the boys had to suffer through. It was definitely getting colder, as it should be in late November. They just aren't expecting it to be as cold as it was.

"Can we please pull out the blankets?" Logan has his arms wrapped around his knees as he hugs them to his chest, trying to keep his body heat to himself. "I'm freezing my ass off," The blankets didn't make much of a difference, especially for Logan. "Guys, there's three blankets and four of us."

They all stop as they pull out the blankets- someone wouldn't get a blanket.

"Maybe we could switch off every night?" Carlos suggests.

"Or maybe, our sweatshirts as a jacket for someone?" Kendall adds.

"Or," James says, "Two of us could man up and share a blanket."

The other three look puzzled.

"I'm cool with that," Logan says suddenly, out of the blue.

James nods. "Well I'm cool with that two," he motions Logan over to him. "So come over here." The boys prepare to sleep, preparing to actually get more than an hour of sleep. They've come to terms with the fact that there probably won't be any bears or animal that will come and attack them, because it's winter, and bear are sort of hibernating in winter.

As Logan and James lay down, side by side and James throws the blanket over him. Logan goes, "What are you doing?" When James scoots over, and practically spoons Logan.

"Dude," James says, yawning into Logan's left shoulder. "Body heat. We'll be warmer, I promise."

"Eh-" Logan starts.

"Don't even start with the 'yeah, I slept with James,' crap." James jokes. "I'm pretty sure that when you have survived a plane crash with three of your best friends, huddling is okay,"

"It's just weird." Logan has never had a problem with being close to other males. He actually has found that he is more comfortable with people of his own sex, than with girls. It's weird and he can't really describe it- he doesn't quite know how to put it. He never found gender to be a barrier of who you could date and who you couldn't. He just thought that love was love and that was it. But with James it was different. It was somehow awkward but not. Maybe it was due to the fact that he knew James had a thing for both guys and girls, 'Half-gay' as Kendall once put it. Or it could've been the idea that James was one of his best friends, and best friends don't sleep with each other like this- and not in that other way either.

"Baby," James says. "Just sleep,"

Logan did as was told. He didn't really feel like continuing the conversation with James anymore, once it felt like it was impossible for them to touch each other more, or get even closer. But James isn't really thinking about that. Instead his mind is on what happened in the plane. He's replaying those few short minutes that seemed like forever when it happening, in which the plane went down and they escaped. His mind drifted from seeing Amanda lying in her own blood, to the tiring swim from the plane. And then it went to the tail of the plane, sticking out of the water, reflecting the light when the sun set.

That was what he dreamed about that picture too. He dreamed that when the sun had set, that the plane had gone down with it. And when morning came, and Logan was using James' chest as a pillow, the plane tail was gone, along with James' hopes of ever being rescued.


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