Author's Note: As promised, I updated today! This chapter is slightly longer. Hope you enjoy.

Foreshadow the Dark: Chapter 1

Danielle awoke some time later to the sound of whispers. She clutched her hand to her head in pain. The whispers were so loud it felt like her head was being ripped apart. Biting her lip to keep from letting out a scream, Danielle slowly opened her eyes, only to be met by more darkness. The storm was over, but it was still night. Whether it was the same night or not, Danielle had no idea.

The sliver of a moon did not cast enough light to see anything, so she tried to gather her surroundings through her other senses. She could feel soft sand beneath her and hear the sound of waves crashing nearby. 'What am I do here?' she thought. 'Did we crash?' Danielle desperately wanted to sit up, find out what happened to Robert and the others, and explore more, but she could feel herself slipping away. "No. I have to get up. I have to…" Her eyes began to close. "I have to…" her voice trailed away, and she let the darkness consume her once more

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When Danielle awoke again, it was no longer night. The sun was streaming onto her face, and when she reluctantly opened her eyes, she had to blink several times against the light. Sitting up slowly to avoid sending more pain through her already throbbing head, Danielle looked around.

She was still on the beach. Cries of tropical birds were coming from the jungle that ran the length of the sand. The ship was on it's side, resting on some rocks down by the water. Danielle's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open when she saw it, for it was destroyed beyond repair. A large section of the hull was missing, and it was nowhere to be seen. Tears started leaking from the soon-to-be-mother's eyes.

Hearing her name, Danielle turned her head to see Robert running towards her. "We're stuck here?" she asked him, but it wasn't a question. She already knew the answer. Putting on a mask, Danielle wiped the tears from her eyes and turned away from the wreck. "We need to start thinking about survival."

"Danielle," Robert said softly, lightly touching her arm.

"That's our main priority." She didn't acknowledge him.

"Danielle. It's ok. You can cry. It's alright to cry." Danielle hesitated only a moment before practically collapsing against Robert. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, comforting his love. "Cry, Danielle. We can cry together." True to his word, silent tears started tracing lines down his face. As quiet as he was, Danielle was as loud. Those were just their different personalities and the way they handled difficult situations. As soon as Danielle was finished weeping, she would immediately close up, never showing her emotions again for a long time. Robert knew this, and he also knew that she needed to get her feelings out now before she closed up, or else she would go insane.

For roughly a minute, wracking sobs overtook Danielle, her body trembling. But then as if nothing had happened, she quieted suddenly. Her body remained calm and still and she wiped the tears away, destroying the evidence of her distress. Smiling at Robert she whispered a genuine thank you before letting go. "We should start thinking about survival though."

Robert smiled at her. "Already taken care of. Brennan and Pierre are out hunting for food. The stuff on the ship won't last long, and it's better to look for it now when it's not a necessity, in case we don't find any."

"What about Montand and Mallorie?"

"Gathering firewood. We found dry matches in the ship and started a fire already."

"How long was I out?" It seemed like Danielle had missed quite a lot.

"Three days."

Danielle just stared at him. She had been out for three days? She felt bad because she couldn't help out. "What can I do?"

Robert shook his head, weary to let her do anything. "Maybe you should just sit and relax."

"No. I'm not useless, Robert." She was not the kind of person to just sit around and do nothing while everyone else was working. "I want to help."

Robert looked at her sadly, still reluctant. He cared about her and the baby, and he didn't want either one to get hurt. "I'm sorry."

Just then, interrupting their staring match, Montand and Mallorie walked out onto the beach. "You can help us build up the fire."

Danielle turned to them and smiled. "Why thank you, Montand." She stared at Robert for a second before going over to the two. "At least someone thinks I'm good for something."

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Later that night, Danielle sat on the sand by the water, staring out at the ocean. The stars were out, and the moon was slightly bigger than the sliver it was before. The constantly moving waves sparkled like diamonds, and Danielle stared in awe at its beauty. She could hear the fire crackling and snapping behind her, and the waves crashing on the shore around her feet. In her hands she held a music box that was playing the Intermezzo from Carmen softly. Danielle smiled slightly at the twirling ballerina, thinking back to when Robert had given it to her for their anniversary.

"Crashing on a deserted island isn't all bad." A voice sounded above her. She knew who it was, but she didn't acknowledge him. "Just think of it as a very long vacation." He sat down beside her.

"What do you want Robert?" Still she didn't turn to look at him.

Robert sighed. "I came to apologize. I'm sorry. I know how you get-"

"You know how I get?" Danielle interrupted, finally turning to face Robert. "What could you possibly say after that that will make me forgive you?"

"I'm sorry. I know you want to help. You feel guilty when you don't. I also know that you won't do anything that will hurt the baby. I'm…I'm just sorry." He paused, sighing again. He didn't know what else to say. He was truly sorry, and he just wanted Danielle to understand that. "Please. Will you please forgive me?"

Danielle looked back at the ocean, thinking about it for a couple seconds. Then she smiled once more at Robert. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long. And I know that you care about me and our baby and don't want to see anything happen to either of us." Leaning closer, she wrapped her arms around him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. After pulling away, she whispered, "Nothing is going to happen. We will get rescued, go back home, and, not to sound clichéd, live happily ever after. Now come on, let's get some sleep. We're going exploring tomorrow."

As if in response to her statement, a patch of clouds passed over the crescent moon, turning off the lights and plunging them into darkness.

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