"JJ come on!" A whispered giggle pierced the air after the words, the only sounds other than the voice being the wind, the waves, and numerous kissing noises. "I'm serious! Stop!"

JJ Maybank pressed sweet kisses all over June Marchs face and neck, the boy hovering over her as they laid in their bed. She was trying to push him back, a laugh ripping from her throat as he held her face in place. 

"No I'm not gonna stop."

"JJ!" She said in a whisper yell, the boy burying his face into her neck and shaking his head.  She managed to pull him back, her hands holding his face as she held a toothy grin on her lips. "You're ridiculous. Why won't you stop?"

"Because I want to love you. Let me kiss you all over because I want to. Don't deny me my God given right to do that."  She rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was, using her hand to push him back. He immediately whined, the girl turning onto her side as he looked at  her with big guilt inducing eyes.

"Everybody's asleep." He widened his eyes, using his elbows to hold himself up and giving her an obvious look.

"Everybody's asleep...exactly. Sounds like the perfect opportunity." He started towards her again and she let him,  his kisses landing on her actual lips this time. The truth was that they hadn't had actual sex since they had gotten in the island, and JJ was dying for the feeling of her skin on his. However June wasn't really  all that into it, and JJ wasn't sure why at all. Before the island she had been all over him, now she would hardly let him touch her. Deep down in the back of his mind he knew the cause of this had something to do with Rafe. Or everything that happened around him. Something he did caused her discomfort.

"I'm sorry JJ I'm just not feeling it." She said, her lips turning down as she said it. She kissed him one more time and then turned over again, JJ nodding and staring disappointedly at her back. He then sighed and pulled her into his arms, closing his eyes and breathing her skin in. Dawn was breaking and JJ tried to get rid of his frustration, June eyes glued to the sand around them as she tried to determine in her head why she had rejected him yet again. She loved JJ, she definitely did want him, but something was  holding her back. And she wasn't entirely sure what it was. Maybe the others being so close, maybe the stress of being on the island.  Maybe something else entirely.

Just as she was about to doze off there was a whirring noise, one she hadn't heard before. She kept her eyes closed, letting the noise fill her ears until it became so unbearably clear what it was. A plane. Her eyes shot open, June looking out in the direction of it, seeing someone else move from the corner of her eye. JJ had fallen asleep again, but she was unconcerned with that, instead standing and walking towards the edge of the water. It was real. It was there. Her eyes widened in shock and adrenaline immediately started pumping through her as she took  off, not worried about waking up the other because she could hear Pope already doing it. June ran faster than she probably ever had, her legs burning and aching as she ran through the sand. She could hear someone close on her heels but she couldn't stop and wait, they could not miss this chance. June felt every major emotion go through her, fear being the most prominent as the fear of not getting rescued was in her. Insane relief that someone was actually there. And hope.

She stumbled up into the grassy area of the cliffs, the wooden pyre they had built coming into view. She gasped as she stopped in front of it, Pope rounding her body only about 20 steps behind her.

"Holy shit."  He leaned down, clicking the lighter as Junes eyes stayed on the plane, not wanting to lose sight of it.

"Please, please please." Pope said, the lighter not lighting and his hands shaking too bad. Cleo ran up and offered to help, her hands closing around the lighter so it would light. June felt this unbearable tension in her chest,  and her breaths were falling out shallow. It took her a moment to realize it was complete and utter panic, induced by the fact that they could possibly be rescued but only if they lit this pure in time. She started to feel heat behind her and she turned, the flames rising from the brush and catching the wood. She let out a yell, her arms raising in the air as she tried to get the pilots attention. However after a few minutes of yelling the plane continued on, turning away from them with no hoping of seeing them.

"Please." Popes broken voice  mirrored exactly how June was thinking, her knees shaking as the intensity of the run and the adrenaline started to wear off. They lost again. That was about all they could do at this point.

"Look! He's turning around!" Junes head snapped up at Popes words and he was right, the plane was turning around. That hope shot through her and she gasped, all the possibilities running through her mind as she watched the plane turn. Seeing her mom and dad again. Seeing Adam again. Making things right with Zach. This was a second chance. A third or fourth one actually. Before that plane turned her future had only seemed dark and dim and absent but watching that plane approach was an eye opener. This was another chance.  And she would not have it taken away as easily this time.

"They see us!" June was pulled out of her epiphany by Pope and Cleo pulling her into a hug, a smile breaking across the girls face as she fully gathered what was happening. She yelled and laughed with them, the three of them overjoyed that they were gonna be rescued. Others on the island could not share that same excitement, but at least things would change.  "Come on. Come on we gotta  go to the pond."

The three of them ran and laughed and whooped all the way down to the pond, the others already on their way there. No one was more thrilled that June and Pope, the ones who had purpose to go home. The plane sat in the water and June sprinted from Popes side, her hand detaching from his. She stopped by Sarah, an excited look on her face as she looked at the pilot who was saving their lives.

"Hey! We're getting out of here. We're finally getting out of here!" Pope said, but no one was really paying attention to Pope now, their eyes were on the man coming out of the side of the plane.

"Well,what do we got here?"

"Uh...you know just some castaways." John B spoke, looking at the man in front of him.

"Well, I'll cross that off the grocery list. Uh, hang on. I got just the thing for y'all. Just one second." He started into the plane and John B looked at Sarah, seeing the skeptical look on her face. She had every right to be afraid, Ward would stop at nothing.

"Hey no. Look at this guy!"

"Two things you need on a deserted island!" JJ managed to work through his disappointment and wariness enough to join June at her side. She felt his presence immediately, her  eyes not leaving the man on the plane but her hand quickly reaching for his. While JJ couldn't look at the man he brought his eyes up from the sand and to Junes face, seeing the absolute relief and excitement and joy on her expression. He felt the need to keep his own disdain to himself, he didn't want to ruin it for her. Instead his eyes darted back to Kie who was standing by Tyler, the girl having a similar look on her face. Not thrilled. Not excited. Disappointed.  "First aid. And rum. Incoming!" 

The man threw the bottle of rum into the water , the first aid kit being caught by Pope.  June grabbed the run from the water, her fingers running over the bottle as she realized just how real this all was. She had been thinking of pinching herself every few seconds, because of how real her dreams usually seemed. But this was real, and they were really getting rescued.

"So what's the story? You guys sank a boat?"

"Uh jumped off one. Her dads."

"In laws man. They're tough. Well...have no fear. Jimmys here. I got you."

"We'll all hail Jimmy, guys! Let's go!" Cleo said, June being the first to start towards the plane. She pulled JJ with her, Sarah taking the bottle of rum from her hands as Jimmy welcomed them on board.

"I'm Jimmy Portis. I'll be your captain today! Is this all? Eight of you?" Jimmy asked, June starting up the stairs as  John B spoke.

"Uh, yeah. That's too heavy?"

"Nah. Uh technically maybe, but I think old Fish here'll probably be okay. We could always throw somebody overboard right?" The joke wasn't all that funny, June sliding into a seat by the front of the plane to make room for all the others. JJ had separated from  her, sitting across from her instead of beside her, the rest of them finding somewhere to sit. John B was squished into Junes side, his eyes taking in every bit of the plane as JJ spoke.

"So what were you doing all the way out here?"  JJ asked, his eyes on Jimmy as he answered.

"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish." June could see the skepticism on every single one of their faces, but she couldn't help but show genuine relief on hers. Even if this Jimmy was working for Ward, at least they were getting one step closer to home. At least they were going to be off that island. She would rather run around a foreign country with Ward than be stranded another moment. The only thing worse than that island would be Rafe, but June already knew that Rafe wasn't intelligent enough to find them out here, and he sure as hell didn't care enough to do it.

"What kind of fish?"

"You know, the usual. Wahoo."