Hiya. Em, here is chapter six of Thunder and Lightning! I'm sorry for updating so late... I've been IM-ing for two hours with my best friend cause she's volunteering at the library... She gets bored easily. Also, I've been getting ready for the upcoming school year! I actually pretty excited. I have to say, my favorite part is buying the new supplies... I always try to start the year off writing neaty in my books, but my handwriting always ends up in a messy cursive thingy...

Okie! Well, this chapter is pretty short, but the boys will begin to work their way towards getting rescued! In this chapter, you won't here anything from Kendall cause he's supposedly sleeping... Psht, like I'd actually let him just sleep! Way too simple :D Also, I've been starting to get complaints kinda about how the characters personalities aren't correct, and in this chapter, I tried to clear it up a bit by putting in all of their main qualities such as James's self-absorbedness, Logan's brainy-ness, and Carlos's hyper bunny-ness.

I hope it's up to your standards, and something that you'd might even consider reviewing!

Enjoy!

Diclaimer: *groans* I don't own BTR...

Morning came slowly as Logan sat there, staring into space. He was incredibly tired, and wanted more than anything to fall asleep, but he knew that it wasn't an option for him.

The other three boys woke up one at a time. Carlos being as always, first. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. They were all coated in morning dew. He removed his shirt and quickly shook out the excess water. His hurriedly put his shirt back on, for he didn't want Logan to see the bruises covering his torso. Quietly, he shuffled over to Logan's side, and looked off into the distance with him, his mind wandering on how they could possibly escape.

James woke up second, pouting as he patted down his now-lifeless hair. He brought up the hem of his lucky v-neck shirt, and wiped his face of excess moisture from the morning dew.

"These conditions do nothing for my complexion…" he muttered under his breath. He had to admit. He was beginning to miss his hair dryer and Cuda Man spray. James pulled his splinted leg in front of him and pushed himself up off the ground. Yeah, his leg was really stiff and sore, but his friends were in much worse shape, so he kept as quiet as possible about his problems.

James waddled over to Logan and Carlos, plopping himself down between them. "Hey guys. So what're we gonna do today?"

Logan looked up at James and yawned, "Well, I guess we could try to start thinking of ways to get help or even get out o here on our own… we're all pretty stable today, so I'm betting that we'll have a plan before midday."

James nodded and started to think… think… think…"Yep, I got nothing."

Carlos sighed and leaned back on his elbows, wincing as he lowered his bruised body. Ever since they got stranded, Carlos hasn't been feeling like himself. He wasn't as energetic, and never even once had the thought of running into a tree or something. He felt like he was missing something… something important to him…

"My helmet!" He suddenly sat up straight, causing Logan and James to jump.

"What about your helmet?" Logan asked in a not at all curious tone. He didn't mean to sound rude, but he couldn't help it because he was so exhausted.

"It's back in the car I think… Can I go get it? Please please please please please?" He jumped up from his spot in a rush of adrenalin, hopping up and down in front of James and Logan. James looked over at Logan and gave him the why not shrug.

"Sure. You can go and get it. And while you're over there, see if you can find our jackets and maybe something to start a fire with. I think that if we create a smoke signal, someone will be able to see it from afar and contact the police!" There's the brain that James had been looking for. He was happy to see Logan so cheerful over coming up with a plan. He needed something to keep himself awake/occupied with.

Carlos ran off in the direction of the car shouting over his shoulder, "I'll be back in ten minutes!"

James chuckled and began to ponder in his thoughts again. When Carlos mentioned his helmet, he instantly thought of his lucky comb. Oh how he missed his little pal… Wait a second… He remembered. His hand flew down to his pocket and began feeling around. Instantly, he felt the small teeth of his beloved comb. He pulled the contents of his pocket out and laid them out in front of him.

My lucky comb…

A compact mirror…

And-

"Logan, we're idiots."

Puahaha. Cliff hanger! But I guess you can already conclude as to what he found... I kinda liked the line where James waddles and plops :D Funny sounding words. I know this chapter is really short *ducks from pointy flying objects* Eep! I'm sorry, but I promise that the next one will be much longer! I've just had some writers block today and didn't know how to start and end the chapter...

Thanks so much for reading chapter six!

Whatever the aliens say,

TealMoose