A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't update this sooner! But I'm just getting over a case of writers block. I think I'm good to go now though. So look forward to lots of updates!

I thought I'd mention how I came up with the title to this story. It came from a song by the group Daughtry. The song is called "Crashed". It's a good song and a good group. Here's part of the chorus:

And then I crashed into you,
and I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.

The pain in Matt's leg finally subsided and the pair made their way slowly to the ocean. They needed to get their wounds cleaned up the best they could to prevent infection. It took them a few minutes to get to the water and they walked in slowly. Emily hissed in pain as the waves crashed against her stomach. Matt held her against him to steady her.

"I'm ok." Emily kept on walking further. When the water got about waist high they stopped.

"Make sure you splash some water on your face too. You've got a pretty nasty cut above your eye." Matt informed her.

"Ok." They stayed in the water for about 10 minutes, ensuring all their wounds were cleaned the best they could be under the circumstances. Matt took Emily's hand and led her slowly back to shore.

"Do you remember what happened yet?"

"No." Emily wasn't saying very much and Matt was becoming worried. He stopped and pulled Emily in his arms, as a wave crashed against them.

"It's going to be ok." He held her against him and felt her body shaking.

"I'm scared, Matt."

"I know. I'm here with you though and I'll take care of you. I promise." He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, and finally kissed her on the mouth. Emily deepened the kiss, wanting, needing to feel close to Matt. She pressed her body against him, ignoring the pain. Matt felt his body responding but neither were in any shape to go any further. Matt pulled back.

"Emily. Stop. We can't do this now. Let's just get back to the shore." He brushed away a tear and they started walking again. Matt studied the beach and something caught his eye. It looked like a suitcase. He was filled with the hope of finding something they could use to help them survive. As they reached the shore, Matt led Emily a few feet away from the water and helped her onto the sand.

"Wait here." He took off for the wooded area by where he found Emily.

"Matt?! Where are you going?" She called after him.

"Just wait there, Em!" He continued to hobble along. Matt moved quickly and reached the suitcase in record time. It was his own. He quickly opened it and was relieved to see it was completely dry inside. Matt grabbed his gun first and checked it out. Everything appeared to be in working order. Emily watched Matt but was unable to see what he was doing. He looked around and then headed further into the woods.

"Matt!" Emily yelled. 'What is he doing?'

He glanced around quickly, afraid of what might be lurking, and continued on his quest. Matt walked along further and came across Emily's suitcase. 'At least she'll have clothes.' He thought to himself. Matt stopped as he heard groaning. It was off in the distance and his first thought was Emily. He could see a little through the trees and she appeared to be ok. He listened closer…

"Ohhhhhh"

Matt inched forward slowly, following the sounds of someone clearly in pain. He came to a clearing in the wooded area and saw a woman lying amongst some debris. Matt immediately recognized her. It was the flight attendant.

"Eryn!" He made his way over to her and got down on his knees. She was in worse shape than Matt and Emily combined.

"Eryn, can you hear me? Where does it hurt?" She opened her eyes and stared at Matt.

"Everywhere" she whispered.

"Ok. It's going to be ok." Matt looked her over for any open wounds.

"No." Matt looked up again, as Eryn shook her head slightly. He leaned closer to hear her better.

"I'm…dying. I just…do me a favor?"

"No, don't talk like that. You're going to be just fine!" Matt blinked back tears. He barely knew this woman but he felt a connection with her after what they had just gone through.

"It's ok." She smiled weakly at him.

"Please tell my family I love them."

"No, you're going to tell them yourself. As soon as we get off this island!" Matt wiped away a couple of tears.

"Please…" She begged him silently with her eyes.

"Ok." He nodded his head as a few more tears spilled over.

"Matt, there was a first aid kit on the plane. Try to find it." Eryn struggled to take a deep breath. She was fading fast.

"Oh God." Matt felt her pulse. It was weak. Matt sat down in the sand and grabbed Eryn's hand.

"Shelter, find shelter…..fish is easy to catch….you need food." As she lay there dying, Eryn was focused on helping Matt survive. It touched him deep within his soul.

"Shhh. Save your breath." Matt ran his fingers through her hair. Eryn blinked her eyes a few times trying to hold on as long as possible.

"Is Emily…?"

"Yeah, she survived."

"Take care of her." Eryn whispered, as she took her final breath. Matt closed her eyes and laid her gently in the sand. He pulled his knees to chest and sobbed quietly. What would become of him and Emily? Would they suffer the same fate? For the first time Matt felt helpless. After a few minutes he pulled himself together and got back on his feet. He took off his shirt and covered Eryn, then headed back through the woods.

He grabbed Emily's suitcase and carried it back to where his own was. Matt suddenly remembered the ring. He searched frantically through all his clothes. Matt was about to give up when he felt the small box tucked into a pair of jeans. He pulled it out and opened it. Matt smiled then buried the ring under his clothes. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt for both him and Emily then headed back to the beach.

"Matt are you ok? You just disappeared…." Emily stopped as she saw the somber look on her boyfriends face.

"What's wrong?"

"Umm, I went searching for your suitcase. I found Eryn…." Emily gasped and her eyes went big as she only imagined what Matt had just seen.

"She was alive but her injuries were too extensive. She…she didn't make it." Matt looked away. He didn't really want to tell Emily that but knew she'd find out eventually.

"Oh my God." Emily closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. Matt sunk down next to her and pulled her close.

"I'm gonna take care of you Emily. I mean it." He kissed on the lips and then stood up.

"I'm going back into the woods."

"What? Why? No, Matt you can't. It's not safe!"

"I have to. Eryn said there was a first aid kit on the plane. I have to find it, Em." He gave Emily the jeans and t-shirt he grabbed from her suitcase and then headed back towards the woods. He couldn't save Eryn. But he would do everything in his power to see that Emily survived. Even if it meant his own death.

A/N: This story is going to be less dramatic from here on out. I promise. It's going to start getting fun now in the next few chapters.