(This is a sequel to Flightmare as requested by @MusicBBBox Oh, and, this will be a longer chapter in celebration of reaching 1k views on the book. Thankyou guys so much, I lava u all!! =^.^=).

"Mark? MARK WAKE UP! Please Mark...Wake up..."

Jack finally gave up on CPR and giving Mark compressions to try and bring his best friend back to life. He was gone. Everyone was gone. Even Jack. He was just a hollow shell now, nothing left of him to save.

"I'm sorry Mark..." Jack sobbed as he buried his head into Marks chest.

As time passed, the sky grew dark, and the stars did the best that they could to shed light. Jack had fallen asleep on his fallen friends hours ago, but felt his nightmares grow colder as his sleeping body did. Whimpering slightly, he fidgeted a little, but it was enough to wake Mark up.

(In case this confuses you. Mark was never really dead. Jack was just so scared and hysterical that he didn't realise it and didn't know what else to believe).

"Hmm?...Jack?..." Mark croaked, and looked down as he felt a weight on his chest.

He saw Jack mumbling in his sleep, his brow furrowed and cheek muscles twitching. Mark smiled slightly, it hurt to do anything, but he couldn't help it when Jack looked so adorable. And especially as Mark saw that he was in a defensive position over him.

Suddenly, a rustle could be heard from the bushes around them. Left, right, everywhere. Mark attempted to speak, but couldn't for mass of pain and lack of health. He was barely hanging on to consciousness as it was. Just then, as he looked to the bushes again, he could make out eyes shining in the tenebrous darkness. Giving all the strength he had, he used his whole body to push Jack off of him.

"Huh! Wha'!? Mark? MARK YOU'RE ALIVE!!"

Mark struggled to shush him, but it was too late. From all around them, screaming and whooping came from every direction. Fear coursed through every vein in both mens bodies. Jack stumbled to his feet and stood stoutly over his immobilised friend, ready to fight for him, and die if that's what it came to.

Eventually the screeching quietened and one of the bush people emerged. His skin was dark, and his body covered in war paint. Spikes pierced through his nose, ears, mouth and neck, and he wore a head-dress of blue and white shaded feathers.

"Ad kyu-tuq." He spoke.

Jack shook his head, not understanding a single word. Simply trembling as he stood over Mark who lay injured and helpless.

"Maroiw vern-suytun orail-mi."

"We uh...we speak English. English, ya' know? Uhh..."

The man stepped closer and Jack leaned further over Mark.

"We will not harm you, nor the one you love." He spoke, with an accent, but in perfect English.

"I, wait...we're not..."

"We will help you, travellers. You are hurt, tired, weary, hungry and thirsty. We know this all too well. Many travellers become lost here. But we help them, and send them on their way. We will do the same with you."

He then made a weird, animal-like sound and four people dressed like him rushed out with what looked like a hand-crafted stretcher. They moved towards Mark, but waited and looked at Jack, waiting for his permission to help him. Jack looked down at Mark, who was drifting in and out and looked like death was clawing at him. Jack nodded at them and stepped away slightly to grant them access.

They gently loaded Mark onto the stretcher, who groaned in agony as they did so. His hand stretched out and searched for Jacks. Jack didn't hesitate to grasp it and keep hold of it as the strange people led them through the thick of the forest.

Eventually they reached a clearing, with tents and small huts littering the outskirts. A small fire danced and flickered in the middle of the camp and highlighted the flowers growing in scattered patches. Jack's breath caught in his throat as he tried to take everything in. It was beautiful. And the community was astounding. Women sat comforting their children from the excitement and others began telling stories. Jack then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to the tribe leader.

"Our medical tent has room for only one, you will be healed in my tent. Come, follow."

"But, Mark?"

"Your companion is safe and will be treated with hands guided by the spirits. There is no safer way of healing."

"I...guess." Jack agreed as he followed the tribe leader to his tent.

When they got inside, the tribe leader directed Jack to take off his shirt and lay down on the animal-skin bed. Jack complied, although a little hesitantly as he didn't know this guy. But, just as he thought it.

"My name is Dgin-poiaq. (Jin-po-ac) Leader of this tribe. And you are?"

"Uh, Jack. And, my companions name is Mark."

"That is all the information we will ever need to trade. For we pray that you never return here. It is a dangerous place if you don't understand it."

Jack didn't reply. Just winced as the tribe leader began to cleanse his wounds. He thought about it. This place was beautiful, and from what small amount he had already seen, the community here was spectacular. Maybe he could become part of the tribe. Then he would never have to risk dying, and he could be somewhere he felt he should be. Somewhere he belonged. But then his thoughts drifted to Mark. What if he didn't want to stay? Jack couldn't just leave him. He would have to go with him. He'd simply have to wait until the morning to ask Mark and find out. As this thought drifted through his mind, he didn't realise himself falling asleep until darkness was all he knew.

The morning was signified by the birds signing happily and the quiet chatter of the tribe as they began to wake. Mark looked up at the ceiling of the tent. He felt a thousand times better now, despite having broken one of his legs. Well, at least it didn't have to be amputated. He wondered where Jack was, and if he was okay. Just as he was about to attempt to get up and find him, the tribe-leader walked in, closely followed by Jack, who skipped over to Mark as soon as he saw him.

"You're okay!?"

"Yup. Broken leg and all but, it'll fix, in time."

"And then what?" Jack asked.

"Well, we go home, of course."

"But...Mark. We don't have to if ya' don't want to but...I had a talk with Dgin-poiaq this morning and...what if we are home?"

"What?"

"Think about it. This place is beautiful. It's wild and it's free. The people here look out for one another, and there's always plenty of food and water. We don't need technology to survive. We don't need the bustle of cities. Here, we can be us. We don't have to be robots. We can be Human. So...whadya' say?"

"I say, once my leg has healed...that we do our damn well best to prove ourselves to this tribe. It's the least we can do for their hospitality. And if we plan on staying here, we're gonna have to work for it I assume.

"you mean...we can stay!?" Jack asked excitedly.

"If they'll allow us."

"We will allow you, if you will accept our ways and play your parts in our home." The tribe leader said.

Mark and Jack looked at eachother, smiles of pride and fulfillment plastered on their faces. This was going to be their new home. And they were going to whatever they had to, to feel like they belonged.

Time passed, and by that time, it hadn't been hard for the boys to learn the tribe language. Even the tribe children now looked up to them and listened wide-eyed as they told them stories of the city. Of Ireland and LA.

Of course they met their roles too. After having to stay in the medical tent for so long, Mark learnt everything he needed to about medicine and healing. He had become the tribes most talented healer and been named 'Sun's clover' as a reference to being Jacks love (which they eventually gave in to) and a herb of luck. His leg had never healed properly, and he walked with a permanent limp. Occasionally his leg would play up and he would spend the day resting in minor pain. To whenever that occurred, Jack was always there for him, tending to his needs and helping Mark with everything even if Mark insisted he didn't have to. As for Jack, he had become a hunter, as there was no need for fighting. He had also earned the title 'sun splinter'. Representing that he was a radiance of light and hope that was always stuck there, cheering everyone up no matter what.

As the years passed, the tribe changed. Old members left, and new members were welcomed. Dgin-poiaq had passed and handed his title down to Jack, who kept things just the way they were and honoured Dgin-poiaq's spirit. The parents of a young tribe-child, Tao had died falling into a ravine, and left Tao on his own. Jack and Mark took him in and raised him as their own. As Tao grew up, so did Mark and Jack. And then came the day where Mark gave his final breath, passing his title onto Faye, Tao's mate.
Jack had seemed to give up after Mark passed, deciding that he had lived and ruled long enough. After passing his title onto Tao, he wandered into the forest. After walking for some time, he reached the remains of the plane crash that brought them here. It was now overgrown with vines and thick bushes. He pushed his way inside to where he could still remember the seat numbers he and Mark were staying in. Sitting in his miraculously still upturned seat, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he felt calmer, younger, and, turning his head to the side, he saw a young Mark sitting next to him, his hand intertwined with his own. They smiled at eachother. They were happy. And that's all that really mattered. That they had done their very best in life, and because of it, they could leave this world now...happy.

(Well there ya have it, a sequel to Flightmare. See? There was no need to cry after all. And for the first time in forever, I wrote a happy fic. Hope you enjoyed this longer, celebratory chapter. Once again, thankyou for 1000 views on the book. Sys!! Baiiiii!!)

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