Guess I forgot about this: I don't own Flight 29 Down. I just watch it on Saturday mornings.
"Here," Melissa said handing Daley the journal.
"Thanks, where was it?"
"Jackson had it; he was reading about his uncle."
Daley looked at the journal, how many more soldiers deaths were recorded in it? Suddenly she didn't want to read it anymore.
"Hey what's up?" Nathan asked walking over to the girls.
"Just thinking," Daley said.
Nathan looked at her and said quietly, "About what?"
Melissa looked at the two and quietly left.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Melissa said Jackson was reading how his uncle or who ever died, how many more soldiers were there? Are we going to find anymore of these box things? Are we going to make it off this island?" She sat down and put here head in her hands. "Nathan I'm scared."
"Hey," Nathan said sitting down next to her. "It's all right to be scared. I'm scared too, everyone is. But that's a good thing; it makes us think twice before we do something."
"You didn't think twice before you climbed that tree." Daley said smiling.
"Yeah, well that was a while ago, when we just got here. Now I've got an even better reason to think twice."
"What?" Daley asked.
"You." Nathan said bending over he kissed her.
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Jackson walked through the woods thinking. He still couldn't believe that his uncle had been stuck here too.
Wait till I tell grandpa. He thought, smiling, that smile disappeared faster than it came. His grandpa had practically disowned his mom when Jackson was six. That was the worst time in his live. Jackson's mom had finally decided to marry his dad, after living with the man for seven years. His grandpa didn't approve of the marriage and told her not to do it. Jackson could still hear the last words his grandpa ever said. "Suzan Gates I forbade you to marry this urchin. But you did, you disobeyed me, I hope you know what you're getting into."
Then he left, and neither Jackson nor his mom has heard from him again. Jackson sighed; he didn't even know if his grandpa was still alive.
"Shit, oww." Jackson said he hadn't been paying attention and tripped over a root and twisted his ankle. He dislodged his ankle and sat up. Where was he?
Damn, he'd done this before, wandering around with his head somewhere else. Only last time he had wound up in a nasty L.A. neighborhood.
Well at least no one's going to shoot you. Jackson thought standing up. Better head back the way I came.
Slowly he started limping back to camp.
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Everyone had gathered by the fire. Taylor was sitting next to Eric, her head on his shoulder. Nathan and Daley were sitting holding hands. Lex was tinkering with the sketch of the shelter, muttering to himself and constantly erasing what he drew.
"Has anyone seen Jackson?" Melissa asked.
"Not since this morning." Daley said.
"Yeah, I thought he was cutting down trees or something." Eric said looking over Taylor's head.
"He was then he went off by himself after I got the journal from him." Melissa said.
"That was this morning?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah, and he's not back yet." Melissa said. "Maybe we should go look for him."
"He's a big boy he can take care of himself." Eric said. "If we just wait a while he'll turn up."
"Fine you wait here." Melissa said. "I'm going to look for him."
"I'll go with her." Lex said, happy to leave the sketching behind.
"We'll go too." Nathan said, helping Daley to her feet.
They walked to the clearing where Jackson had been cutting down trees that morning.
"All right, Daley and I'll go west, Melissa and Lex, you go east." Nathan said. "If we don't find him by dark come back to camp."
The others nodded and headed off.
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Jackson limped through the jungle, trying not to think about his ankle, his family or Melissa. That didn't leave a whole lot to think about, but that was good, the last think he needed was to get lost again. He stood for a second and listened. He thought he had heard waves. He did, through the leaves and vines he could see the ocean. Smiling he headed to the beach.