Hi friends! I am baaaack...lol! Thank you so much for voting on which story you want to read. And I got most of the votes for Barry and Oliver being stranded in deserted island. So here is the first chapter! I hope you guys like it! Sorry for any mistakes!

Enjoy :-)))

"Oliver...stay away from me!"

"Barry.."

"I mean it Ollie...or else I will sue you when we get back to central city" Barry scrambled backwards

Oliver gaped at the boy on the ground and he took a step towards him "We have to get that out! You are bleeding badly"

"Let it be! What if I bleed to death if you take it out" Barry tried to make an excuse even though he knew how laim it was. But he really didn't want to Oliver to remove a long thin steel rod which was proudly sticking out from his ankle.

Oliver huffed "You are only making this difficult kid. Do you want me to tie you down and then remove the rod"

Barry gasped, his face scrunched due to pain in his ribs. He tried to take a small breath but this simple action was also sending waves of pain through his body "You...wouldn't"

Oliver frowned when he saw Barry was struggling to breath "Barry...please let me get the rod out and then I can check for other injuries"

Barry shook his head "I am fine...just...couple of broken ribs" Oliver's eyes widened "What? A couple of ribs? Before you said it was just one!"

The speedster gave him a sheepish smile "Yeah...maybe I hit my head too...I can see two of you..." The older man cursed and bend down near the boy "When were you going to tell me huh? After you die and haunt me in your ghost form?" Oliver scolded the hero. Why did the kid never told anybody when he was hurt. Oliver hated this one habit of his. He nevet thought about his safety.

Barry didn't answer as his eyes were beginning to droop. Oliver wasted no time further and wrapped an dirty rag that was lying on the ground above the ankle, ignoring painful groans coming from the speedster. He needed to get the rod out now!

"Barry...put this between your teeth" Oliver pulled out his hankerchief from his pocket

Barry's head rolled to his side and then with great difficulty he looked at his friend "Why?"

"It's going to hurt a lot and I don't want you to bite your tongue" Oliver placed the cloth between Barry's mouth. The boy shook his head at his friend telling him he was not ready for this. He tried to stop the older man by catching his hand but Oliver placed his hand on the ground "Get ready on three"

Barry closed his eyes which were now streaming tears. He didn't want this. Why did he ever listen to Joe and his friends? Why did he get on the plane? Why did their plane crashed? Why did they end up in an deserted forest where there was not even a bird flying around. How were they going to survive? Barry's mind went to that moment when he agreed to go with Oliver

24 HOURS EARLIER

Oliver had come to Central City asking for Barry help in catching a criminal who was hiding in the island near Costa Rica. His name was Gabriel Hawkins who was very dangerous weapon dealer. After a couple of failed attempts the vigilante thought he could use Barry's powers to catch the man. Oliver hired a private jet and asked the team flash if it wasn't a problem if he could borrow Barry for few days. Of course team flash never said 'No' to anyone so they agreed with Barry joining Oliver in his mission. Joe said he would tell Captain that he had a flu so he will not be coming for few days.

Now Barry sat beside Oliver in his private jet tightly clutching the seat beneath him "Don't look down...don't look down" he kept repeating these words until the vigilante huffed at the speedster "Barry you should have told me that you are scared of heights"

Barry glared at his friend. His stomach going funny when the jet jerked a little "You should have told me we were going to go this high Oliver! If we go any higher I think we might reach the space"

Oliver rolled his eyes at his over dramatic friend "Aren't you the flash who saves lot of lives everyday?" Barry pouted at the older man "I am flash on land not on air! Are we there yet?" he asked hopefully

"Calm down kid! We are almost there" Oliver assured Barry but the boy had his eyes closed. He really wanted to get out of this jet.

Suddenly out of no where the weather changed its form. The wind became strong making the jet sway on the air. Barry's heart dropped to his stomach "Oliver...what are you doing? Keep this thing steady!"

Oliver clutched the control and tried to balance the jet but the strong wind was making it very difficult. Then came the pouring rain with thunder sounds which shielded their eyes from outer view. Oliver frowned "No one said about the weather change"he mumbled, hands moving on the controls.

Barry was panicking. He hated this feeling. The rain..the storm...the lightning..all this reminded him of the night he was struck by it. The cold wind was not helping his frightened mind. The storm was so strong it was making him shiver in his seat "Ollie...please get us out of here"

Oliver was doing his best to get the jet out of the storm but it seemed as if the wind was pulling them more inside it "Barry...I can't seem to get control...can you get us out?" The boy slowly shook his head feeling the cold chilly wind seeping through his skin "Where will I take you in the air? I am not a superman that can fly. Besides..It's...it's too cold Oliver! I can't...use powers"

The vigilante cursed. He knew what was going to happen next. They were surely going to crash "Hold on to something! We are going down!" Before Barry had chance to react what Oliver said the jet rattled with a loud sound. The engine had completely shut down leaving them to defend themselves on their own "Oliver!" the boy yelled but his voice was lost in the heavy rain and wind

Both friends saw with wide eyes as the jet was going down in spiral motion hitting the long trees and bushes on the way. The last thing Barry saw that his head getting hit on the glass in front of him and the world went black.

So how was it? Should I continue? Please leave a review and let me know :-)))