The Wilds One Shot

You would never have considered yourself as a competitive person, but it didn't take long of being on the island, before you had proven yourself incorrect. When you and Rachel had learnt that you were both athletes, it was hard not to want to prove yourself better than each other. The way she spoke of her promising career in diving, you couldn't stand the thought of being lesser and tried your best to talk up your experiences as a soccer player.

For a while, it was all talk, telling each other about your futures that would be led by your abilities in your respective sports whilst sharing snide comments to lessen the other's accomplishments. Talk wasn't enough though; you needed to show each other that you were the best at anything sports related and would kick the others arse.

You were from different fields, used to different training but seen as you were on an island, there wasn't much you could do to compete for the title of the best. With a bit of thought, you settled on a race, a simple running race. It wasn't going to be the best for either of you, neither used to racing on sand, or after such a trauma but neither of you were going to admit that to anyone else.

With minimal training, to make sure you were both prepared to run on the sand, you gathered the group to take everyone's minds off of the impending doom that came with the plane crash.

"You ready to have your arse handed to you Reid?" You smirked at your opponent.

"That's not going to happen," she stated. "You're going to lose."

You laughed at her comment, doubting that a lot. Maybe being told how successful you were at your sport, had inflated your ego but as far as you were aware, you were right to believe in yourself so much.

Other than Nora, who was aware of her sister's capabilities, no one else knew who would win. They all speculated but seen as neither of you had done much more than talk about your athletic ability, it would be a surprise to the other survivors as to whether either of you were even remotely as good as you were trying to lead them to believe.

"May the best woman win," you said, holding out your hand at her, attempting to be somewhat of a good sportsman.

"I will."

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Written by Charlotte.