Summary: Their plane crashes. Some are rescued, but not all. Who says behind? Troy and Gabriella. How will they cope when the nights are deathly cold? Troyella. Alternate Universe.

For How Long?

Previously:

"Help! Someone please help me!" she yelled. And before she could do anything, she was hurtling towards the desk. "Troy!" she screamed, as her head hit the corner of the oak desk. And just before her eyes closed she saw a man with blue eyes hurtle through the door and lock eyes with hers.

And now:

"Well, where is she?"

"Is she awake?"

"Will she be okay?"

Doctor Liserani was bombarded with questions as she walked into the waiting room. She smiled to the two people awaiting Gabriella's return.

"Miss Montez is in a stable condition. She has a slight concussion, and a bit of bruising on her forehead but other than that she's as good as new. May I ask who inflicted these injuries upon Ms. Montez?"

Troy answered immediately, "My stupid idiot boss."

"Excuse me?"

"He tried to rape her while she was in an interview. But she was knocked out, and then I came before anything could happen."

"Well, good for you. It could have been a lot worse. But I'm sure you'll both be glad to know that no harm was inflicted upon the fetus."

"Fetus? What?" Troy looked extremely confused.

"Fetus: the young of an animal in the womb. In other words, Ms. Montez's baby."

"SHE'S PREGNANT?!"

Gabriella awoke with a pounding headache. Still partially unconscious, she couldn't open her eyes. Her ears picked up on the things going on around her. She heard voices.

"Hello?! She won't want to see you in her current condition, of all people."

That was Taylor.

"You two, please settle down. Ms. Montez needs rest, considering the state of her body."

She didn't know that voice.

"Pregnant. She's pregnant. With a baby."

A man..?

"Oh, bravo, Bolton! Yes, she's pregnant with a baby."

Troy Bolton?! Where was she?

"A baby," the deeper voice muttered. "But, how?"

There was silence for a moment. "I don't even know, Bolton."

Who was pregnant?

Unconsciously, Gabriella moaned. "Troy…"

All three heads snapped over to look at the bed, but only saw Gabriella laying the same way she had been for the past few hours.

"Did you-" Taylor started.

"Troy…" she moaned again, her hand twitching slightly. Troy immediately flew over to her bed and knelt down beside her, grabbing her hand.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here. It's okay."

Taylor's eyes widened as Gabriella sighed, giving Troy's hand a soft squeeze but still keeping it in her hand, snuggling back into her blankets and she grew silent once more.

"Baby? What the fuck happened on that island, Troy Bolton?" Taylor demanded angrily.

"It was cold Taylor, and it wasn't supposed to come to this."

"Cold?!" Taylor screeched. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?!"

He took a deep breath, turned to Taylor and started from the very beginning.

She couldn't speak. Her best friend had sex, not just once, but multiple times with her one and only enemy: Troy Bolton.

It was bad enough that she had sex with anyone on a deserted freakin' beach. But with Troy Bolton, the previous womanizer of East High?

Taylor couldn't believe it; never in a million years would her own sweet, innocent Gabriella do anything or the sort. But yet, she had.

It was four and a half hours since Gabriella had made any noise whatsoever. Her room was deathly quiet, with the only sounds being Taylor's breathing. But the silence was interrupted when the machines around Gabriella's bed suddenly started beeping, and Gabriella's body began to convulse and a shrill scream escaped her lips.

Taylor jumped up from the chair, white as a ghost as the doctor's rushed in and ushered her out the door where Troy had been waiting quite impatiently for his turn to visit. However, as soon as he heard the beeps from outside, he had charged to his feet and was trying to get in the room.

The doctor's slammed the door in both of their faces and they looked worriedly at each other for a second, but then heard Troy's name being screamed in Gabriella's hysterical voice. And before Troy could even reach for the door knob, it suddenly was swung open and he was pulled inside.

"Get her to relax!" one of the doctors ordered, "She's having a panic attack!"

"I don't know what to say! What do you want me to do?" Troy shouted frantically, gripping Gabriella's hand in his own as he looked at her face which was scrunched up in fear and agony.

"Just do something; hold her, talk to her – anything! She needs to calm down!"

Troy bent down over her face and looked into her eyes. "Gabriella, I'm here, okay? Troy's here, baby. I love you, but you need to calm down, okay baby? Please, for me."

Gabriella stared right back into his eyes and the beeping sounds started to slow, and finally they stopped altogether. The doctors walked out and shut the door behind them while Taylor, who had witnessed the whole thing, decided to go for a little walk – giving some time alone for the pair.

Gabriella blinked and focused her eyes back on Troy's. She patted the spot next to her on the bed and he climbed in beside her.

They lay like that for a while, and Troy suddenly spoke up. "Gabriella, I need to ask you something."

She was hesitant, but mumbled a 'hmm' anyway.

"I… You… Did you know… Gabriella, something happened when we were on the island…"

She diverted her eyes from his and instead focused her eyes on the opposite wall. "Yeah?" she squeaked.

"You know, don't you?" Troy asked dully.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Troy sighed and shifted his body on the small hospital bed. "I know you hate me."

"I don't hate you, I could never hate you. Just … why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want it; want me. It's just, I was confused. Listen, it's like this: we went on a trip, were deserted for however long – while having sex for hours on end – and then we were rescued. I haven't heard of any fairy tales that go like that, Troy."

"Do we have to be a fairytale?"

"Troy..."

"Gabriella…" he mimicked.

"No, but…"

"But what?"

"What will everyone think? Normal people just don't go out to a tropical island, have sex, get pregnant, and come home."

"We're not normal people, Gabriella. We've been through too much."

And Gabriella realized the truth in his words. They didn't have to be like everyone else. They were in love, and nothing else mattered at the minute.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

Troy nuzzled his nose and lips into the crook of her neck, gently kissing her flesh. "It's fine. But please, just keep it simple from now on, and be mine."

"I promise," Gabriella smiled and Troy decided to ask the question yet again.

"I mean forever. Gabriella, marry me. I don't have a ring yet, but please … just, I love you so much, and I can't imagine living without you. I know this is kind of a stupid place to propose; completely unromantic. Marry me… You're already carrying my baby…" he trailed off suddenly and flipped her over. He slid down the bed and came so his head was level with her stomach. "A baby … your baby … my baby …"

"Our baby."

"Wow." He ran his fingers gently up and down her stomach. "We created a living being … and it's living inside you…" Troy then pressed a kiss to her stomach and slid back up the bad, while still resting a hand on her stomach.

"Troy, I'd love to marry you."

And making love in a hospital room may seem stupid; maybe reckless and foolish. It may seem like a free porn show for the deceased … but for the two people in room 461 who were so in love and couldn't keep their hands off of each other for one more second, it was the perfect place.

And come on, no one can wait forever. Gabriella and Troy had waited far too long.

AN: And that's it. Sorry, I'm totally uninspired by this story now, and I just want it finished. I have some new ideas, so I'll try to start those soon. Review please, and I'm sorry it was kinda rushed.