Is misfortune missed chances, or is it bad luck? Perhaps a combination of the two. Maybe Jane was way off base on guessing what exactly it was. If she had service at the bottom of the ravine she'd fallen into, she'd google it.

No wait, she'd call for help, then google it while she was waiting. Priorities, because Jane was fairly certain that her leg was broken and something was wrong with her chest. Probably something with a rib, and not anything wrong with her lungs. It still hurt like a son of a bitch, and she was struggling just a little to breathe. Jane tried to shift out of the position she'd taken on the ground, but immediately regretted moving at all.

Jane hoped that someone would come soon, she missed Jack.

She regretted thinking about that, too. Jack had asked Jane something. The memories were easy to access, once Jane laid still and tried not to aggravate something.

"You know, tomorrow's the twenty fifth." Jack said, trying to act like she wasn't trying to bring it up on purpose. "We should do something."

"I'm going hiking then, you could come if you want?" Jane replied, honestly clueless about why Jack would have brought up a date.

"Nah, fuck trees and all that. It's gross."

"Suit yourself."

Jane tried to remember what it was about the twenty fifth that was so important. If she had her phone working, then she could probably look at her calendar or something. No wait, she'd tried that after the conversation was over.

Nothing.

Maybe, it had something to do with them as a couple? They'd started dating shortly after what could only be called the Prom Fiasco. Jane thought about asking Jack to the Prom fondly, and then winced in embarrassment at what had happened after the dance.

But the dance had been held on the First of March, so that didn't make any sense. No wait... was it the first of March? Or...

Shit it had been on the twentieth. Which probably made their anniversary the twenty fifth. How did Jack, who often forgot homework, people's names, who wrote the constitution, remember the day the officially started dating?

"Sorry about that, it appears that I ended up going missing the date of our anniversary. I'll get better at that, Jack." Jane mumbled to the trees. "I need a calendar. Or something like that."

The sun was going down, so if Jane was going to find a way not to die during the night, she needed to do it now. Or else she'd freeze.

But she also kind of didn't want to move, because there was this patch of fading sunlight...

"Well, if they ever save my sorry ass, they'd better put 'died because she was a lazy ass' on my tombstone," Jane said to herself.

She stood -with much pain, wincing, and cursing as she could manage- and dragged herself into a clearing. She'd managed to grab sticks for a fire as she went, and once she'd plopped herself onto the ground again, she decided to try and make a fire once she recovered from the pain.

"Well, who goes hiking alone anyway? That was stupid. I don't even like this park all that much why did I go?"

After more effort -and swearing- Jane managed to make a small fire. It was warm enough, and she didn't want to have to get more sticks. She looked at the lighter she'd used, and realized that she'd stolen it from Jack weeks ago.

"I go to war, and I'll bet that Jack will snipe anyone near me before I can act." Jane said to the lighter. "Pfft, I go to war and Jack will kick every insurgent's ass before I can."

Jane had been considering joining the Army before. Now, everything was less certain, less definite. Jack was obviously to blame, but still...

Jane fell asleep at some point during the night, and woke up to a blazing pain in her side. She'd apparently tried to roll over to get more comfortable, only to aggravate the pain.

Jane decided that she hated hiking.

It was surprising how long one could be away from home before someone reported it, and even longer for someone to figure out where Jane had ended up. She figured it was some kind of petty vengeance for forgetting about their anniversary, but eventually she was placed in an ambulance and given a shock blanket while she warmed up.

Across the crowd, Jane saw Jack and waved a little before Jane realized that Jack was probably going to be upset.

And upset probably meant a slap to the face.

Jane dropped her hand and tried to retreat into the ambulance to no avail.

"Jane!" Jack yelled, crossing the crowd in far less time than Jane would have preferred, "the fuck were you thinking?"

"In my defense, we did drills and I-"

Jane braced for a punch, or a slap, but instead she received a very tight hug. It took a moment for her to realize it, and Jane eventually hugged Jack back.

"You ever do this again and I will gut you," Jack said through tears.

"Duly noted."

A/N:

Yeah it's late, but it looks like school and reading has just hampered my ability to write. Eh, it is what it is.

Next week is Smile!