Authors Note: Wow never expected to get 5 reviews for the first chapter! Now I'm even more fueled to chug on with the writing :p MUAH to those who fed my gas tank by showing their love for my lil fic. And.. also helped me make an important choice I was going back and forth with in my head concerning two characters. Oh and one more thing, I've decided this will basically be an either Doug or Phil POV story since they seem to flow easier for me. May add a Stu or Alan chapter later, Mhmm, just may, but enough chit chat for now and on with chapter 2! And I lied, this oneseven longer and alot darker towards the end, which I really hope is okay since I've noticed people seem to prefer the happier stories. Eep, maybe I'm alone in my love of the whump,lol :p

Title:The Hangover: 3 Strikes You're Out

Genre:Humor(Dark)/Drama/Angst-all those good things!

Characters:The Wolfpack in its Entirety

Rating:PG13(for now)Will go up when it gets more graphic.

Disclaimer:I own nothing to do with The Hangover Franchise, nor any of its stars. Just seriously enjoy the movies and writing :p Would really love owning Bradley Cooper though, mhmm and Justin Bartha

Chapter 2

"Are you sure there's no teeth missing? No tattoos?"Stu asked, turning slowly in front of Doug for the 15th time in the last 3 minutes."Body piercings? Brands? Nothing?"

"I'm positive, and when you ask me again in 15 seconds the answer will be exactly the same."Doug replied, his words tinged with annoyance despite his efforts to keep his cool.

Should have thrown myself down the stairs like Trace suggested when I asked her opinion on a good reason I could use for not coming on this trip, he thought to himself with a wry smile as he pictured his wife and child standing at the door, both waving goodbye, when he'd left for the airport.

Everything will be fine Doug, this has happened before and everyone made it out in one piece. More or less, he gave himself as a mental pep talk.

His further thoughts on the matter were interrupted for the time being when someone speaking broke through and he turned his attention to what was being said...

"I'm going to go ahead and throw out the obvious question, just to get it out of the way." Phil, standing up straight after a minute more of shaking his head in disbelief, stated. Then, putting on his sunglasses which he'd just discovered in the pocket of his dark colored jeans, threw his hands up in the air, turned to where Alan still sat in the sand and asked slowly,"What... did.. you slip us... this time?"

"Nothing, I didn't do it Phil. I swea..."Alan began in objection.

"Wait! Stop there..let me guess what the rest of that sentence is..."Phil interjected before he could finish, even more sarcasm than usual in his words"Maybe.."makes air quotes with his fingers" I swear to god?" I think we all remember the only two things it got me last time I took you at your word Alan."ticks it off on his fingers as he talks" 1.. Made a fool of ,2..getting shot."

Doug sat there feeling sorry for his brother-in-law, but didn't step in to defend him right away since past experience did make him the most likely suspect. Also Phil being the first to dish out the blame was a little unexpected since he generally let that fall into the lap of himself or Stu. Out of the 3, he was the one who actually seemed the fondest of Alan, even in the worst of times past.

"I didn't do it. I swear to god and on my parents life this was not me Phil."Alan argued vehemently.

"He is...he is the devil! I'd make him swear on his Jonas Boys Cd's before taking any stock in the other."Stu, who was walking around the immediate area in circles, his fingers atop his head twisting the ends of black hair that was sticking up on one side, and plastered down on the other, declared with a scoff as he passed by.

"Stu..come on man. The Devil? Really?"Doug asked with a chuckle.

"Its Brothers, not Boys.."Alan corrected indignantly, then continued on sincerely with"which is something I would do right away since I really had nothing to do with this guys. You checked my bags yourself, and no one knew we would be taking the plane we did, so how would I have been able to sneak anything on it ahead of time? And someone could have been hurt! You think I would have risked that happening again after last time? Please..you have to believe me. You do right? Right guys? I'd never harm a member of my pack. A pack is for nurturing, companionship, the thrill of the hunt!"

Stu snorted loudly again, repeating" the devil" in a low hiss, but his condemning words didn't hold the same resolution as they had earlier.

Doug found that he, without doubt, did believe him. Not only was he speaking in the most sincere and mature manner possible, he also seemed genuinely upset at the fact that he'd even be considered as the culprit behind whatever happened the night before that had lead to their apparent crash.

If the other two of the four continued against him, he'd step in on his brother in law's behalf. Luckily it didn't come to that.

For a half a beat it did seem as if Phil was about to argue further. Then shoulders slouching, all the anger visibly dissipated, and he leaned to muss the other mans hair, his easy smile back in place. "Of course I believe you bud. I just assumed..."

"You know what they say Phillip..to assume makes an ass out of you, and me."Alan said before he could finish, his haughty, indignant act now in play."But mostly you."

Phil laughed at this, and patted his head twice"Haha you're right bud. You're right. So we good? Forgive me?"

"I suppose.."Alan replied, drawing out the forgiveness as if it ever crossed the others mind it wouldn't be given." Ah We're best friends! Of course I forgive you Phil." he holds up his arms for a hug, which earns him a pop in the back of the head,

"Pants Alan. Find pants.." Phil requests as he walks away toward the shoreline, hands raised to shield his eyes even further from the sun. He stops when he reaches his destination and looks out at the ocean silently.

"Guess what! You're never going to believe this one."Doug turns his head back to Stu, who'd finally stopped his pacing and now stood with arms flapping, voice nearing hysteria, cell phone in hand" We do who knows what with who knows who, somehow our ride plummets from the sky, and if that isn't enough, we end up on the one shit hole of an island where there's no signal! It's official."he imitates Phil's earlier motion of throwing his hands up in helplessness" God hates us!"

Doug finally reached for his own phone, which he discovered with a sigh, was gone as he'd feared.

"You know what guys, maybe we're going about this all wrong. Why get upset before we know the facts?"Phil, one hand alternating between fiddling around with the loose threads of the hole in his shirt and disappearing inside of it, the other raised to block the sun, spoke up again, walking to rejoin them."We weren't alone on the plane when we took off. I can remember some past when we had our drinks and the Stewardess, plus the pilots, were there. Since we're all out here and they're nowhere in sight, doesn't it seem possible that maybe they left us to sleep off our buzz while they went for help? And do planes not have radios? Ones that are a lot more powerful than cell phones? So why automatically jump to the worst case scenario?"

"Maybe because that's always what it turns out to be? "Stu replies in exasperation, though the whine to his words seemed to have lessened from before a small bit.

"Didn't we discuss this last time? Thinking negatively does not help the situation Stu." Phil says with a smile.

"You mean the last two times. Vegas plus Bangkok equals two" Stu corrected, immediately turning away afterward and shutting his mouth when he got the evil eye from both Phil and Doug.

Philstood up straight from where he'd been leaning back against the base of a palm tree, taking off his shades long enough to rub his red eyes with a hand wearily. and walked to where Doug sat massaging his ankle.

"Is it broken?" he asked with concern, crouching down to where he was at his friends level.

"No. Maybe. Honestly I'm not sure."Doug finally decides on, shading his own eyes as he looked at Phil who had his back to the sun.

"I would suggest Stu taking a look, but his diagnosis would consist of screaming like a bitch and running away."Phil said with a snide snicker, doing what he did best by making even the worst things have humor.

"Hardy har. Very funny"Stu grumbled already on the ground in front of Doug, who had removed his shoe and sock earlier, gingerly probing the swollen ankle.

"You look like shit Phil."Doug, taking his mind off the unpleasant actions by closely giving the man who was also still crouched down in front of him a once over, said, his statement followed by a hiss of pain.

"Well thank you Doug." he received in reply, followed by"Who'd have thought we'd have our own personal Joan Rivers here on Bumfuck Isle."

"Funny."Doug said flatly, a smile playing on his lips despite his efforts to keep a flat expression."But seriously, are you ok? I've seen you after these things before and sure, you were not looking your best, but.."

For the briefest instant it seemed like the other man was going to say something, the smile vanishing from his face, replaced with another expression that Doug couldn't quite pinpoint, but as quickly as it had come, the moment passed.

"No..you saw me hours and the a day after I woke up remember, not when I did. What can I say, I'm a party animal, apparently even more so when I do said while under the influence of drugs.."Phil said with a chuckle, slapping the knee of his friends uninjured leg as he stood up straight. "This is normal, trust me."

"Given I am a dentist and not, as people are so fond of reminding me, an actual doctor. I'd still feel pretty confident in saying its just a bad sprain. If it were broken you wouldn't have been able to perform the movement that you did.."Stu, who had finished his examination of Doug's ankle, declared.

"See, things are looking up already!" Phil exclaimed with a clap of his hands, which he began rubbing together as Alan, who had found what looked like a big pair of women's booty shorts near where he'd woke up, rejoined them.

"What in the hell are...You know what..nevermind, I don't even want to remember why you'd think it was a good time to ever have worn those Alan. What I do want to discuss is the fact that you, my fat, hairy friend, have a wedding to get to in two days and how its time to start taking action to make sure you're there for it just like gimpy and Dr. Faggot were."

"I've asked you to please not call me that. Especially after...that which will not be spoken."Stu objected angrily, picking up, of all things, a crab that had crawled up onto shore, and throwing it at Phil, smacking him in the left side of his face.

"You hit me with a crab! In the face! Are you insane? "Phil moved quickly away from the seafood that had landed on its back, pinchers opening and closing."that thing has claws Stu! Claws!"

"That was awesome."Alan erupted in laughter, which gained him a go to hell look from Phil that he paid no attention to."He threw a crab!"

His laughter was contagious and soon all 3 of the others had joined in on it, a much needed lessening of tension passing between them.

"I'm going up to the plane to check and see if the radio works."Phil announced after it died down, already turned around and moving towards the wreckage.

"Wait up, I'll go with you."Doug, gritting his teeth and shoving the sock only back on his foot, said quickly when after a few steps had been taken, Phil tripped over..well there was nothing visible to his eyes that could have counted for the almost spill.

Having successfully righted himself before he'd fell, Phil objected with a shake of his head, leaning down to tighten a shoestring which Doug could have sworn wasn't loose in the first place."No you're staying right where you are. That ankles fucked and there's no need risking worse damage unless its necessary. I'm a big boy. I'll be fine going it alone. "he stood up, his back to the others, seemingly staring at the plane ahead, adding on before picking up his trek again"Stu, gather up all the phones, Mines over near that tree where I woke up, and take them up to that higher stretch of the beach. Who knows, maybe you can get a signal. Alan, while he does that, go into the edge of the woods there, no further though, and try to find a stick, limb or something big enough that Doug can use it for walking if we end up having to do some traveling. I'll be right back"

He picked up his earlier movement towards the plane again, leaving Stu and Doug looking at his back for two different reasons. Stu's expression showed how indignant he was at being ordered to do something and Doug's, one of concern.

Something wasn't right about Phil, no matter how normal he seemed, and here all he could do instead of going with his friend and press him further on the matter, was sit around feeling useless...

Further down the beach Phil had finally reached the plane, that's up close appearance was down right eerie with the smoke still billowing from both engines

"Destination reached, time to board"he said to himself, lowering his head to avoid hitting it as he entered the partially open hatch.

Once inside, he finally let his body relax, sitting down heavily in one of the seats, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against it.

"What have you gotten them into you fucking idiot?" he asked himself aloud after taking several deep breaths, taking off his shades and laying them in his lap so he could raise a hand and use its back to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He knew, and he was sure sooner or later the others would realize also, he was to blame for this one, and had felt bad right off the bat after he'd jumped Alan's shit. Regardless of who had drugged them, he had been the one to accept the offered use of the plane. He'd been the one to fuck up the tickets.

Well then, that just means you're going to feel all the better when you get them back home safely."he says aloud, not being one who generally spent too long feeling sorry for himself. Though this time, all circumstances taken into mind, it was a whole lot harder not to continue doing just that.

One hand on the arm of the seat he'd collapsed in, the other fiddling again with the torn fabric around the hole in his shirt, he tiredly rose to his feet and walked towards the cockpit.

Opening the door, he bent double, gagging at the odor there to greet him.

He'd never smelt death before, but he somehow figured that was exactly what was invading his nostrils as he hesitantly moved to turn around the swivel chair at the cockpit.

He could see an arm hanging limply at its side, attached to a body that was still occupying the seat, and he almost turned and ran, but after reminding himself he wasn't alone and that he had his friends to think of, he took a deep breath and pushed the chair around.

"Oh my god...Fuck me."he whispered, falling back on his ass, a hand rising to hold in the contents of his stomach as he used his legs to back away from the dead pilot who had a black mess of blood and ruined tissue where his left eye had been.

Why would somebody have shot the pilot? What the fuck was going on?

He only stayed there a moment longer after he managed to look away from the dead man to where the tangled mess of wires that had been the radio now were.

The seriousness of the situation grew by the tenfold and he stood back up quickly, holding his breath until he was outside of the cockpit again. He tried not to hyperventilate and to keep his cool as he moved quickly back down the walkway between the rows of seats towards the exit.

This worked well until one of the large luggage holders over the seats fell open under the weight of its contents and the body of the Stewardess dropped right on top of him.

He fell, screaming, her face landing only inches from his own"Get off..What the fuck?"he stopped himself from yelling anymore, rolling her off of him onto her back and standing up again."This isn't real. I'm asleep." he said in a whisper, his eyes widening after slowly moving from the small hole in her chest, to the object clutched in her left hand.

Something clicked in his head when he saw the knife, and snatches of images from the night before randomly assaulted his memory.

He and the guys drinking up the whole bar pretty much... He and Alan standing up in the seats jumping like two retards...Stu watching a porn on the large flat screen mounted on the wall, doing what he could swear looked like humping the seat he sat in... He and the stewardess in the bathroom doing exactly what he'd predicted Alan and his plastic wife would be doing ten minutes into the trip while Stu, Phil and Doug whooped and yelled in the background outside the door... Alan helping Doug, who was laying where he'd fallen off of one of the seats while in the act of jumping also, to his feet...and then... then.. the smallest flash of the stewardess backing away from him, swinging the knife that was still clutched in her hand at him wildly...

And just like that the images ceased, showing him nothing to further explain any of what little he'd seen.

He looked at the woman's face again, then at the knife before he lowered his head to where he had his own torso visible in the line of sight. Slowly he lifted up his torn shirt, revealing a long, deep, nasty gash on the lower left side of his stomach that had been hidden inside by the black fabric.

She had a knife..he had a stab wound..and that last image...No..No"he said loudly, backing away from her, pulling the shirt back down over the top of his blood soaked dark jeans, concealing it again."I didn't do that..No ."

His heard jerked up at a sudden loud cracking type noise, coming from outside. His first thought was firecrackers, but then, reasoning, along with memories of the pilot with a hole in his face, kicked in, and he knew what it really was.

Forgetting his own troubles, he rushed out of the hatch and began running towards where his friends now stood at the edge of the woods, backs flat against three large trees , a bit further down the beach than where they had been when he'd left them.

You guys okay?"he asked, reaching them faster than anyone would later believe, grabbing the arm of Doug who was about to fall after releasing his hold on the tree he'd been hugging, and putting it around his shoulder.

"Are we okay? Are you crazy? Someone shot at us! At me!"Stu responded, that crazy edge creeping back into his voice.

"Were you hit?"he ignored the dentists words as he looked at him as well as he could from where he and Doug were hidden.

"No."Alan answered, his eyes wide."they killed the phone though."

"What?"Phil demanded, looking at him uncomprehendingly.

"My cell phone Phil. We found it on the beach, Stu had picked up a signal and was waving it in the air.."Doug answered from his side.

"And they killed it." Alan finished." Shot it right out of Stu's hand...

TBC

**Bad place to stop"evil laughter" I know, but if you R&R I will have the next chapter up by tomorrow at the latest. So let me know, is it better? Worse? Should I continue? Choice is yours!**

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