AN: I posted this last night then an hour or two later realized I posted my first unedited draft and through a glitch and lack of sleep I deleted the story, OOPS! My defense my little boy was fussy. I hadn't slept in over twenty something hours. I apologize for the confusion. I pulled it, ran this chapter through my beta after a few more changes. I'm little embarrassed some of you read the first draft.. So I hope you take a chance and give this story a second chance.

Chapter One

Eric…

June 7th 2011

"What the fuck do you mean we don't have a reservation? I have the confirmation number right fucking here?" I hissed slamming the crumpled piece of paper on top the rickety counter. "When's the next flight out?" I demanded.

"I'm sorry sir not until morning," the ticket agent whispered tearing up as I glared harder.

"Sorry! Bullshit…fix it." I snapped.

Noticing my hostile expression "I'll try my best." The agent said hurriedly picking up the phone and I closed my eyes and breathed as the agent clicked away on her keyboard.

"I'm going to call our fathers, go grab us a couple waters and a snack." I said handing Sookie a crisp twenty.

I dug out my Advil and popped three of them without water before placing the payphone to my ear. 'Why the hell had I decided to pack my cellphone with my luggage.' I thought bitterly.

"Hey Dad," I said into the phone.

"How the traveling going? Are you in Jamaica yet?" He asked lightly, I could picture him motioning for his assistants to leave the room.

"No, we've ran into a few problems but they're sorting them out." I said looking out over the water from the phone booth.

"Call me when you know more." He said placing a hand over his cell. "If my son calls, answer and find me." He ordered strictly.

"Now be safe my son and phone me as soon as you land." Godric said and I smiled amused at how my father could go from ruthless man to dotting father.

"Yes sir." I hung up, and immediately dialed the number for Sookie's father.

While waiting for Mr. Stackhouse to answer, I thought back to the start of our trip…

My father Godric had escorted me to the airport. I was tired and irritable from the fight I had with my girlfriend slash ex-fiancée Natalie the previous night. I did my best to keep my mood from affecting my time with my father who could sense something was wrong. We eased our way through the crowds, people always seemed to step out of the way for us, and they always have. When we finally reached the American Airline counter, the agent weighed and tagged my luggage before handing me my boarding pass.

"Have a delightful flight Mr. Northman; I've checked you all the way to Jamaica. Travel safely." I smiled charmingly as I watched her write her e-mail on the back of my ticket.

I slipped the pass into my carry on and turned to say a quick goodbye to my father. "Thanks for the ride Dad."

"I'll walk you to your gate," he offered but I knew it was an order.

"Alright," I said giving him a questioning look.

We walked together in a quiet comfortable silence. He and I never had to say much to communicate. We reached my gate as he asked "So what's she like?"

"Skinny, ghostly pale, intelligent and bald." I said scanning the crowd. I grinned when I spotted Sookie, because blond fuzz now covered her head. I was surprised she had her head uncovered, when I had met her she had kept a ball cap on. I gave a slight nod when she waved at me a warm smile spreading across her face. The two kids surrounding her stood and hugged her tight.

"You be careful with her, she a pretty little thing. Jail Bait, Son." My father warned looking the girl over and giving her a small wave.

I rolled my eyes at my father words, "I have a girlfriend and I am most certainly not into jail bait." I declared softly, those words weren't exactly true the moment I come home from this trip I no longer would have a girlfriend so if I happened to fuck around on this trip with a grown willing adult my consensus would give two shits. I was just postponing our break up until I could handle the fall out after summer break. I didn't need Natalie trying to tarnish my reputation while I was away.

"Mr. Northman," Corbett's voice called pulling me back to the present.

"Sorry Mr. Stackhouse, It looks like we might not make it until tomorrow. The airline company didn't have our reservations in there system." I explained our situation seriously.

"Sounds like a clusterfuck; I'm sorry Eric." Mr. Stackhouse said grimly.

"We'll be fine, I'll call you when we know something more." I assured him as the agent stepped out of her office and began waving us in, she was grinning.

I started to talk into the phone as the animated voice told me to insert more money. I fumbled around my pocket. "Corbett we might..." I got out before the line went dead.

"One of our charter pilots agreed to take you on to Jamaica but he has to make a drop at another island first. You'll need to board right now." The agent said in a breathless rush to which we agreed quickly. I had to postpone calling Sookie's father back until we landed and were headed to the summer resort.

The weather didn't take much getting used to it reminded us of the hot summer months in Louisiana.

The pilot was young, too young; he smiled at us as he set his coke-cola down.

"I'm Dagger, we'll be taking off in just a moment. Buckle up will ya, we're behind schedule lads." He said flashing Sookie a dimpled smile. He was shirtless and barefoot with cutoff jeans.

The roar of the engine was a loud steady hum. I chuckled as Sookie drifted off, seems she had no problem sleeping on an airplane. I never had been able to sleep while in any type of vehicle not even as an infant or so my father likes to recount. I leaned back and rested my eyes, my mind drifted back to the fight me and my girlfriend had the night before.

I had waited calmly at a table in the most expensive restaurant in town waiting for my fiancée to arrive. She was over an hour late and when she did turn up I didn't even let her sit down before saying what I should have said months ago.

"I'm done Natalie." I whispered furiously keeping my temper in check. My father didn't need another scandal. I reminded myself harshly.

"You're done? What does that mean sugar?" I flinched at the nickname.

"I'm done with your lies, we've always had an open policy rule but we agreed once we got engaged that shit would be over." I hissed eyes narrowing watching her facial expressions.

"Lies? I don't know what you mean…" Natalie said nervously, seeming ill at ease while standing in the middle of the posh restaurant in a tight red dress that barely reached mid-thigh. I finally really saw her as the person she was, an over skinny and deceitful woman who had an indecently skimpy dress sense. No fucking wonder my family hated her.

"Maybe, maybe I wasn't ready Eric," Natalie said back tracking her large golden eyes watering.

"Then the wedding is off," I snapped harshly, surprised that I was more relieved than upset. "We'll negotiate our relationship when I get back." I said briskly motioning for the waiter.

"We'll still together though?" Natalie asked hopefully.

"For now," I said simply. I wouldn't completely call us off when I wouldn't be around to handle the consequences of that action.

"Are you sure this is how you want to spend your summer?" Natalie asked bitterly, adjusting her purse straps.

"Yes, it's good money and a free trip to Jamaica." I said stiffly not going to defend my choice once again.

"Be safe please and call me when you land." She added resigned when I got up to leave.

"I'll text you." I said standoffishly. Seven years and we've became strangers. I watched her walk off disappearing into the crowd a bittersweet feeling tugging at me. It was simple, we wanted different things, our lives no longer synced as they use too. Come fall we would go our separate ways, she'd take Seattle by storm and I would stay in Louisiana to teach at the states cutting-edge and finest boarding school in New Orleans.

I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard Sookie's sleepy whimper as our plane pitched slightly drawing my attention back to the present and our pilot. Our flight had already taken two hours instead of the estimated forty minutes. But as Dagger finished reloading the plane I watched his face concerned; he was sweating and had a grimace, as he took off he seemed dazed and confused. Another bite into a weird looking fruit an hour and half later and he gasped painfully.

"You okay?"

"No..I need to land, just need to get to the next occupied island." He wheezed lightly. "Where you from beautiful?" he teased Sookie.

"Louisiana." She said softly.

"and you?" he asked, I assumed he was making small talk in an attempt to avoid his pain.

"Same. I teach history and shop class," I said worriedly the pilots color was off and his skin glimmered with sweat.

"Summers off, good noble profession." He laughed ruggedly.

"Mostly but Sookie's father arranged for me to get her caught up for her senior year. It beats tutoring in the old dusty community center."

"No better place to vacation." Dagger smiled.

"I couldn't agree more." I said glancing at the crystal water below.

"Ahhh… I've got to land." He groaned before his body began seizing and turning blue.

"Sookie look in the first aid kit for an epi pen." I ordered moving him from his chair and taking over the controls, I was scared out of my mind. I could see the lagoon he was going to land in, not a boat or anything in sight. "Put on a fucking life jacket." I hollered panicked.

"Okay." She squeaked and tossed one in my direction. I yanked it over my head and took the controls again. My heartbeat skyrocketed.

"He's not breathing; I'm going to try CPR." Sookie said and starting pumping hard and fast on the pilots chest counting before titling the pilots head and breathing a couple times before resuming pumping on his chest.

"He's dead!" Sookie wailed frightened. "His heart stopped."

"Buckle up and brace yourself. NOW, Sookie, Right Fucking NOW." I shouted there wasn't anything I could do for the pilot but I could try and save our own skin.

I pulled the plane up and it skidded across the water harshly, cart wheeling twice before ending upside down. The sound of shattering glass hit me followed by agonizing pain. I forced myself to move, ripping the pocketknife off the dead pilot's belt buckle I cut an unconscious Sookie from her belt. I pushed her through the broken window the cool water making her eyes open with a start and she sputtered. "Stay calm," I instructed as I swam towards land, dragging her with me, keeping her hand in mine and her head above water. I remember gritty white sand and waves on my legs and then nothing else as I collapsed.

AN: This story is fan-fictionally created off of On the Island and the Blue Lagoon and Sookie Stackhouse Novels.