A/N: Sorry; it's been quite a while! Sadly, I had this chapter done already, but it was on my school's computer- I had actually forgotten that I had written it! But focusing on the good instead of my bad updating habits, enjoy chapter 3! (And sorry it's short- focusing on the good!) ;)

Stranded

A White Collar Fanfic

Chapter 3~ Let the Panic Set in

They had just sat there in silence for awhile, not sure what to say. Neal kicked some of the sand under his feet and absently looked around the island.

"...We're going to be here awhile, aren't we." Neal's voice was so quiet, Peter had almost ignored him. The sincerity in his statement awakened Peter from his daze.

"We'll get out of this, don't worry." Neal looked unconvinced and sat down by the water. "You have your anklet on, don't you? Jones and Diana will eventually notice we aren't back yet, and they'll check your position." Peter was more convinced by his own words than Neal was.

"The key word being eventually," Neal muttered under his breath.

Peter sighed and sat down beside Neal, looking out across the sea. "Don't worry Neal. We'll get out of this," Neal nodded, his blue eyes slightly glazed, indicating he was trying to zone the situation out. Peter set his hand on Neal's shoulder, forcing him to look at him. "I promise you that we'll get off this island." Neal nodded and looked back out to sea. "But I need you to promise me something in return."

Neal turned back to Neal, an inquisitive look in his eye. "Yes, anything."

Peter paused, staring out into the sea before he continued. "I want you to promise me be careful."

Neal rolled his eyes. "Aren't I always?"

Peter laughed, shaking his head at the young man. "No, that's why I need you to promise."

Neal nodded. "Scouts honor."

Peter pointed a stern finger at the con-man. "Which means telling me the minute you do something stupid or get yourself hurt. No more hiding behind your pride– not while we're stuck out in the middle of nowhere with little to no medical remedies."

"Of course, Peter." The way Neal looked back to the sea instantly told Peter that Neal wouldn't be exactly truthful, but Neal was anything but stupid.

Peter stood up and walked over to the wreckage caused by the plane crash. It was horrendous. Black scorched the sand where the plane had haphazardly landed. Half the plane lay partly in the water, a couple flames still burning here and there. Neal appeared beside him and stared gloomily at the plane.

"What are we going to do now?" Neal didn't look at Peter; he stared straight ahead at the demolished plane.

"We'll…" Peter didn't know what to say. What were they going to do? They had crash-landed– they were lucky to be alive. Peter glanced around behind him. The jungle would probably contain some fruits, and he knew how to fish pretty well. "We'll survive."

Neal nodded, and looked at Peter. He could tell the man wasn't exactly sure as to how they would survive, but what he was sure of is that they could survive. Neal smiled. Getting stranded on an island hadn't been on his to-do list today, but he'd be okay as long as he was stranded with his friend and partner. They would survive, but forces were being set in place to ensure that their survival would be extremely difficult to obtain.

A/N: I promise to try to update soon. I am planning the next chapter to focus on Neal and Peter exploring the island; some dangerous situations may be included also(Nealwhump!). I'm going to try to make it longer also. Please review and tell me what you think!