Stranded (Chapter 5)
Written By: TheHeathenSlave Rating: Mature for plane crash, injury, survival, desert island, stranded, drug usage, drinking, alcohol, awkward flirting, voyeurism, watersports, fetish, sexual tension, extreme illness, graphic, puss, wound cleaning, surgery, vomiting, oral sex, fluff, angst, romance, drug usage, assault, near death, happy ending. Fandom: Real Person Fiction (Hours Era But Modern Day)
She never thought that a trans Atlantic flight could end in perfect paradise with David Bowie. Well…almost perfect paradise.
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When she woke up, she was still naked so it wasn’t an issue to get out of the tent and go pee. She didn’t go as far from the tent as she actually could because she figured David was asleep, or he wouldn’t care. She didn’t know. After that, she grabbed some soap and shampoo from the supply they had found and went to the water. It was warmer than she expected it to be for that early time of day. Refreshing too. It probably wasn’t the best idea to use soap in the ocean, considering the chemicals, but she wasn’t going to walk around dirty and smelly all day. It took a while to wash her hair since it was so long but she felt so much better after doing it. Coming out of the water she saw David. The hand with the wrap had also been covered with a plastic bag she’d found to keep it from getting wet. Mostly. It was damp around the edges but it wouldn’t fall apart and it wouldn’t need to be wrapped again. He was naked too, didn’t seem he cared much about it. She certainly wasn’t going to complain. He had a very nice body.
“Morning.” She said to him and pulled the bag off of her arm. “Should I try to find some sort of breakfast before heading out to explore?” She asked him.
“Sounds good.” He said and took the soap from her.
“Be careful of your side…wait…” She stopped him and leaned in to look at it. The swelling wasn’t getting any better. “You will take those antibiotics right? I mean when we eat? They may upset your stomach and-”
“I’ve been on plenty of antibiotics in my life I know how this works. I’ll be fine.” He said then kissed the side of her head. She gave him a look but walked back onto the beach. After drying off a bit, she found some cleaner clothes that had dried and would somewhat fit her and pulled them on. She didn’t mind staying naked but they didn’t find sunscreen in any of the bags. There was some bug spray, which who knew if that would work on the freaky tropical insects here but it was worth a try. The clothing would protect most of her from the sun and the bugs. Especially if she was going to go in the area with the most habitation. She wasn’t sure how she was going to convince him to stay there. He needed to rest with that gash in his side. Walking around and risking hurting himself further would not be a good idea.
Once she was covered up she found a brush. She brushed out her hair and braided it, using a rubber band to keep it together at the bottom. It was the best she could do since her clip had fallen apart on her and there seemed to be a lot of ordinary rubber bands hanging around in their stuff. They weren’t hairties but as long as she used them while her hair was still damp nothing was going to get caught or too damaged. She found another can of soup but that was it. There were a few containers of instant noodles that hadn’t been ruined but that would require fresh water having been boiled. Because of this she got out some packs of beef jerky. They could share the soup and that, it would give them energy and at least help him heal a bit.
He didn’t take nearly as long as her to get clean and was back just as she was trying to figure out how to get the can open with a knife. Something she would have been fine doing should she have two hands. She looked at him pathetically and he smiled then took the can and the knife and opened it for her. She put it on the rock that she was heating and held out the jerky too. Which he opened and took out a piece. He started to look through the clothes as he chewed and she watched him. He still hadn’t said anything about his side hurting even though she could tell with his limited movement he had to be in a lot of pain. She went to the narcotics stash and got out one of them. She also got two of the antibiotics as she had prescribed and brought them over to him just as he was pulling on a T-shirt. The Aladdin Sane one she had found but not told him about.
“Uh…”
“I know what’s on it, I wanted to fuck with you.” He said, “Does it look good?” She laughed and nodded her head.
“Yes but you look better now than you did then. No offense.”
“None taken because I agree.” He took the pills and swallowed them one by one then pulled on some shorts. They absolutely did not match the shirt because they were neon pink. Only David Bowie would be able to find the weirdest stuff to wear on a deserted island.
“You are an interesting man.” She said.
“What?” He asked and sat by the fire.
“Those are…not shorts for a man.” She told him and sat down too. She checked the soup. It was warm enough so she quickly moved it to the sand so the can could cool to a point where they could touch it and it could be consumed.
“And?”
“I just thought that part of your life was over.” She shrugged.
“I don’t give a damn they are comfortable.” He said, “You’re wearing a shirt for a man you just…tied it to cover your tits.”
“Okay I get your point.”
“Good.” He grinned and looked back into the brush covered area. “So for the record you didn’t care that I saw you take a piss this morning.” She blushed and looked away from him.
“You implied you were into that yesterday.”
“Maybe I am.” He said still being cryptic about it. Part of her, the psychiatrist part which dealt with sexual behavior (since she worked in sex crimes) understood the psychology of the voyeurism fetish. She’d never exactly seen the appeal in her own brain, until now. Something about the way he spoke, maybe how casual he was, she didn’t know. She tested the can again and it had cooled off. Luckily the metal wasn’t thick so it didn’t take long to heat nor did it take long to cool.
“Maybe I want to watch you next time.” She said finally.
“Hell you can hold my cock for me.” He laughed.
“You think I’m your slave?” She laughed back.
“You would be if I asked you to.” He purred in a seductive voice. She looked down again and said nothing taking a sip of her soup. He was right about that and it pissed her off as much as it excited her.
“Well, let me be your slave and go exploring in those woods for you.” She said, “You stay here and rest.”
“But I-”
“I also know what antibiotics do to your stomach and…well, do you want me around for that?” She asked him.
“Everyone poops you know.”
“Not everyone wants to be around for it.” She said and handed over the soup.
“I guess that’s true…never saw the appeal in watching that myself, but I know it’s a thing. Right?”
“Why are you asking me?” She laughed.
“You seem to know a lot of things. What branch of the FBI do you work in anyway?”
“Uh…”
“Come on now, you’ll talk to me about everything else but not that? Is it classified? The X-Files? Something like…oh you know that Twin Peaks show?” He asked and took a few mouthfuls of the soup. She sighed, of course she didn’t want to tell him now, it was embarrassing now. Maybe earlier it wouldn’t have been. She drew some circles in the sand for a moment and looked back at him.
“Sex crimes.”
“Oh really?”
“Look it’s not nearly as sexy as you think it is.” She warned.
“No that’s not what I was thinking. Of course the actual crime aspect has got to be horrid. I can’t even imagine how you still get horny, however you said you are a psychiatrist and then you tell me you work in sex crimes, which means that any kink I could possibly have isn’t going to shock you, is it?” He asked. She felt her face flush and she tried to blame it on the sun, not on the fact she was getting aroused by him. Most men never reached that conclusion. In fact, a lot of men she dated only wanted to hear about the crime part because they found it interesting, like some sort of TV show. The other people she dated well they just couldn’t look at her the same after they found out because all they could think of was the crime part. It was rare for her to meet anyone who didn’t care or, well, thought like he did. In fact, she was pretty sure he was the first person, man or woman, to instantly draw that conclusion over these bits of information.
“No you really couldn’t shock me. Even if I’m not into something–”
“That’s why you are so casual about the whole voyeurism piss play thing isn’t it?”He asked, “You aren’t even into it, or at least you didn’t think you were. Not until now, but you were okay with it because you understand the psychology behind it, don’t you?”
“That’s true, yes.”
“You aren’t opposed to it either, are you?”
“I guess not, there are worse thing that–”
“I think you are going to learn a lot about yourself on this island.” He grinned and held the soup back out to her. She took it and drank a few more gulps then held it back out to him and stood up. She found a bag to pack with some water, a few snacks, and a small first aid kit. She was also going to pack some of the fishing gear just in case she found a fresh water place to fish. If not, then she would attempt to do it in the ocean but that was going to be much harder.
“I think you are going to be surprised about what I already know and what I am into and you may learn a lot about me.” She said as she packed. He watched her and she could tell he was mostly looking at her ass when she bent over. The jeans she had chosen were a bit too tight but they still fit fine enough to walk around in. All she had in way of shoes that would fit her comfortable were some sandals she found so she was going to have to be very careful about walking around out there.
“I think I can read you pretty well so far, or would I be wrong to say that?”
“No, you wouldn’t.” She said, “Maybe you should have been a profiler.”
“Maybe you should have been a singer.”
“You hit your head remember?”
“Yes but I’m David Bowie I could convince people that hitting a cat with a violin was music.” He laughed and finished the soup. She laughed a bit too hard at that, because it hit her in just the right way. He wasn’t even wrong that’s why it was so funny and it was something she could see him doing, sort of. Not actually beating a real cat but putting together sounds and other things that mimicked that effect and writing a song to it. “What?”
“It’s funny because it’s relatively true.” She said, “Now, I’m going to head off and you are only allowed to come look for me if I am not back by sunset. Okay?”
“Fine, mum.”
“Good.” She said. Once the stuff was gathered she headed off, she was going to miss him not coming along but what was best for him now was rest. Hopefully, within a few days, there would be some sort of search team and that would be the end of that. She was getting just a bit nervous that he was going to get sepsis before they could be found and she wouldn’t be able to ever treat that even with the half of a bottle of antibiotics that she had.
She walked for what she calculated was about a mile and going north according to the sun. The last thing she wanted to do was get lost. Every few yards she would make a mark on a tree with the knife she had brought to help find her way back if just going south completely failed. About an hour into this hike she definitely heard running water. It had to be a waterfall. This renewed her energy a bit and she hurried towards it, still remembering to mark her way as she did. She wasn’t disappointed when she eventually came to a clearing and saw a large waterfall. Running water. Well, moving water. It was going to be fresh too. Something that could be collected and boiled and she wouldn’t have to remember how to do the whole thing with boiling saltwater to consume it.
She rushed over to the pond area and saw fish in the water which was far more clear than she had expected it to be. This was good too, it meant it was more clean. Not that they could or should drink it as it was but after boiling it wouldn’t taste gritty or like soil. She sat by the side of the pond and splashed some of the water on her face. It was damn hot out there, she hoped David was okay where he was without her. She smiled and moved more towards the cliff where there was shade and leaned up against it to rest. Her eyes closed. She heard chimes. Just for a moment. Her eyes opened. That wasn’t right, was it?
Her hand moved to her forehead to see if she could possibly have a fever, any signs of heat stroke that would also cause her to hallucinate. No, didn’t seem to be the case. The noise had stopped though. She started to relax again but there was a breeze. There were the chimes. Those were wind chimes if she ever damn heard them. Nothing in nature made that noise. Not unless it was put there by man. She stood up but the breeze had stopped. Damn. She waited, and waited, the breeze blew again. She heard them and moved towards the noise.
This was a very long process. It took her a few more hours. Every few yards still marking trees because now she wasn’t going in a straight line, now she was trying to find the source of the noise. It was maddening. As it turned out, she was eventually led to the remains of a stone path. It was very worn and mostly covered with vines and plant life but as she followed it, it got more and more obviously a path and less and less part of the jungle. When she actually found the source of the noise it was bittersweet. The house was run down enough that it was obvious there was no human there. At least not living. There was a possibility she’d find a body in there, which made it good that she had found it alone. The house also seemed self sustaining. As in, it had to have been built because whoever wanted it out there wanted to have privacy. There were wind generators, though vines had grown over them so badly that they weren’t doing much to generate a damn thing. She moved and cut them away quickly hoping to get them going to build up power because she could see light bulbs, the problem was that it didn’t mean they worked. However, there were electronics in the bags with chargers, some of them would surely still work if they could get power to them. Maybe a phone or something to actually call for help. Once she had done that, she headed inside.
“Hello?” She called. Which was kind of stupid, but on the off chance there was a person in there she didn’t want to startle them or get shot or something. The place was in a bit of disarray. A layer of dust covered everything and if it wasn’t that, it was moss. Not too bad though. It was mostly clean. She checked every room, not that there were many, and found no sign of life anywhere. Nothing that indicated that anyone had been there in a decade or two, including the stuff in the kitchen. She went through a bunch of the cans left there, potentially some of it could be good, but it would be risky. The expiration dates were all from the 80’s and that was over 20 years ago now. Well, so what? There was a pond not too far with fish and something resembling running water. She’d have to check and see if the wind generators might power a pipe system or something. It wasn’t working now, but there were faucets in there, a bathroom, a shower and a tub and even a toilet, which thankfully was mostly clean and not backed up with shit or whatever.
The ‘backyard’ though over grown was also clear. There was a grill back there. Rusted. Could possibly be cleaned. God, this was going to save their lives for the time period that they had to be there. The one bedroom had a large bed and was stable it could support weight. She just wasn’t entirely sure she was okay with using a mattress that had been used by lord only knew who and had god only knew what on it. Whatever she could figure that out later. She started to quickly head back towards the beach camp so she could inform David. It wasn’t too far back, now that she actually knew where it was. They could have all of their stuff moved out there by sunset and stop to pick some fruits on the way. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad there after all, as long as David could power his way through that infection if help didn’t arrive in time.
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