Ian and I lay in silence for what seemed like hours. I was terrified. I was barely able to move a finger.

I could feel the ghost of it's rumbling steps, the vibrations running through our bodies. It was a while before we were able to get up. During the experience, Ian had hit his leg and caused the bleeding to start up again.

As I was re-dressing his wound, I could feel his gaze burning against my head and after a while I looked up, arching a brow in question.

"Oh," I dropped my hands away from his leg as quickly as I could. "Am I hurting you?"

"Not, uh, at all," he replied, the lie showing in the way that his mouth twitched when I put one hand back on the bandages.

"I'm sorry but I have to bandage it up again. It might get infected," sincerity laced my voice and I frowned, not really enjoying the fact that I was inflicting pain on the attractive man before me. In fact, in all honesty, even though Ian was covered in mud and dried blood, he was still quite handsome despite what most would think.

I finished bandaging the wound and I stood up, stretching my aching legs and looking around just in case the Rex had come back. Much to my (and Ian's) relief, I saw nothing and no-one.

"We've got to keep going. We took a little break but now we have to get back at it," I regretfully told the man who then groaned at me, hating the fact that he knew I was right. I chuckled and helped him up.

"I, uh, was thinking about, uh, how much I'm going to rub this in to Hammond when we, uh, get back," Ian chuckled breathily, stumbling over an overturned root.

"You and me both, buddy. Have I got words for him..." I trailed off, mind drifting to think about what awful names I was planning to call the elderly man.

"I hope Alan and the kids are alright," I sniffed, fighting the oncoming tears I felt welling up in my eyes.

"Hey..." Ian grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop in my tracks and face him.

"They'll be alright. He's an expert remember," his tone was soft and his eyes understanding. I sniffed again, looking away from his intense gaze. He rubbed his thumb over my hand.

"They will," he said again, softly nudging me forward. I sighed but kept walking, my hand in his.

His hand was warm and vaguely calloused but not enough that it was rough. The skin was still soft enough to count as unworked. His hand encasing mine was comforting and a damn good distraction from the awful situation that we had found ourselves in.

I felt myself slowly calming down again and for this I was thankful. We walked on for a while more, stopping every so often to let Ian rest but each time we set off again, I somehow always noticed my hand back in his.

Eventually we came across an abandoned storehouse. The clouds above us were darkening again, ensuring the promise of rain. I bit my lip and turned to look at Ian.

"Should we stay here for the night? The clouds are getting dark again and you can't go much further today without risking permanent damage," I glanced at his leg, noticing the obvious difference in size between both of his legs from the swelling.

Ian merely shrugged. I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the grey-blue door. I lifted my hand to the handle and pulled down, surprised to find the storeroom unlocked. I pushed open the door slowly, listening to the loud high pitched creaking.

The inside of the room was covered wall to wall in shelves which were stacked high with things like gardening tools and pesticides. In the back of the room, leaning against the bottom shelves, were two bales of hay. I looked back at Ian who was looking around at the road, as if he'd heard something.

"It's safe," I said, catching his attention. He nodded and walked forward, wincing with each step.

I held the door open for the man, watching closely as he sat down with a gratified sigh on a crate near the doorway.

I let the door close and then reached around for something heavy to block the door. I didn't want anything getting in that didn't need to. I thought that Ian and I had had our fair share of prehistoric creatures for the day.

Ian was watching me in silence, eyes flicking over my dirty form.

"What?" I asked, blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Uh, nothing," Ian replied, his familiar smirk back in place now that our situation was much less perilous.

I smiled to myself and moved to the back of the small room, climbing over Ian's sore leg in the process.

I reached the hay bales and pulled one toward me. I ripped the thin straps that confined the hay and spread the contents thoroughly, making sure there was a generous amount on the floor. I then ripped open another bale and did the same so that there was a thick layer of hay.

"What, uh, are you doing?" Ian asked, raising his hand to scratch at his cheek.

"Creating a bed..." I muttered quietly, hands on my hips. I saw a flash of Ian's perfectly white teeth in my peripheral vision.

"There's only one, uh, one bed."

I raised a brow at his grin.

"Sorry, I could find another place to sleep if it bothers you so much," I said, looking around the room for another place I could sleep.

"It's fine, more than fine actually," he laughed. "But just so you know..." he trailed off, grinning wider than I'd ever seen him do before. "I'm a cuddler."

I began to laugh. Softly at first but then it got louder, almost to the point where I thought I'd finally given over to hysteria. This thought only made me laugh harder. Ian at some point had began laughing too. Only it was that strange almost animal like laugh that he had made on the plane over to this horrid island.

We laughed for another minute or two before it eventually died down. My back slid down against the wall until I was sitting down with my head leaning back against the cold wall.

For some reason I began to cry. Tears rolling down over my cheeks. Maybe I truly had given myself over to madness. Ian looked over at me once he heard my breath hitch.

Immediately he tried to get up but I shook my head. He didn't listen and continued his quest to stand anyway.

I stood up as well to try to push him back in his seat, tears still leaking out of my eyes. However, he caught my arms and instead wrapped me in his, holding me tight against his chest.

He lifted one of his arms to hold my head and he kissed my forehead.

"Hey now, it's, uh, it's alright. Everything's going to be, uh, uh, fine."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I squeezed him as though he was the weight keeping me here.

I was scared. I was scared for Alan, for Lex, for Tim and for everyone else on this godforsaken island. What I didn't understand though, was how this was allowed to happen. The fences were on, weren't they? John had taken so many precautions. What had happened?

The last of my tears fell and I listened to the steady beat of his heart and the soothing sound of his voice as he comforted me quietly.

I sniffed one last time and moved away from him, blush painting my face and ears a deep shade of pink.

"Are you, uh, you alright now?" He asked, smiling softly down at me. I nodded, wiping the drying tears from my face.

"Now," I said, voice shaking only slightly. "Sit down before you fall down."

He chuckled but did as I asked, sitting down with a soft plop.

It was then that I noticed how cold and wet our clothes still were from the rain.

I shuddered, realising just how cold I was. The hairs on my arms were raised and standing on end. Ian was in much the same position.

"What are we going to do about our clothes? It's not like we have any spares on us at the moment..." I bit my lip, genuinely unsure of what to do. I didn't want to risk either of us getting a cold. Especially Ian. He was already wounded. We didn't need something else to happen to him.

"Well..." the suggestive tone in Ian's voice made me blush again. Why does he have this effect on me?

"What?" I asked, already hesitant to know his idea.

"We could, uh, take them off?" He winked. I laughed and turned an even darker shade of pink.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Be-because that would mean I'd be nearly naked!" I exclaimed, rubbing my arms self consciously.

"It'd be warmer," he reasoned, smirk burning holes in my resolve.

"Ugh. Fine but you have to turn around," I said, giving in. How could you not give in with that gorgeous face asking you.

He smiled but did as I asked, turning in his seat. I also turned around and let out a breath I was holding in. I lifted the hem of my shirt and shuddered from the cold bite of the air against my skin. I shivered again but dropped the shirt to the floor.

I turned back around and raised my arms to cover anything that I could. I coughed awkwardly, catching Ian's attention. He turned back around and smiled.

"Do you mind helping me with mine?" He smirked, as though he was enjoying this. I nodded, my heart beating faster in my chest from my nervousness.

He stood up and lifted his shirt, exposing his bare chest (which was magnificent, I had to admit). He smirked at me and I flinched, realising I had been caught ogling.

"So I guess you didn't need my help after all?" I asked, blushing harder than I ever have before.

"I need you to help me down."

"Oh." I said, moving forward to him.

I helped him down onto our makeshift bed. Once he was safely down and I had made sure that his leg was elevated, I also lay down.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm, uh, fine thank you," Ian said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Today has been... eventful," I said after a while. Ian and I were both on our backs, staring at the roof.

"That's, uh, putting it lightly," Ian chuckled. I nodded, even though I knew he wouldn't be able to see it.

"it was... chaos." I added. He didn't reply.

A few minutes of silence passed.

"Thank you," Ian quietly said. I turned my head toward him.

"For what?"

"I wouldn't, uh, be here if it weren't for you. You saved my, uh, life," Ian was looking at me now, sincerity flashing through his expression.

"Well if you had have thrown the flare away like Alan had asked you, I wouldn't have needed to," I reasoned, small smile locked on my lips.

We fell into a comfortable silence. Still looking at each other's eyes I couldn't not think again about how attractive he was. Even when he was mortally wounded he was still one of the most attractive people I'd ever seen.

Without meaning to or realising I was doing it, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. There was an immediate response. He moved his mouth against mine, both of our eyes closed. There were electric sparks zipping all throughout my body.

I pulled back once I remembered that we both needed to breathe. My forehead rested against his and we both let out a breathy laugh.

"This is the second, uh, time you've kissed me today...my charm, uh, worked after all."

I laughed, a wide grin spreading across my face.

"Romeo, I believe you might be right."

Updated on the 29th November, 2015.