Blue Lagoon: The Awakening – Fan Fiction

This part is a lot like the movie in the aspects that I copied the dialogue except for in some choice places, I promise that the next parts will be different, but we have to get them off the island first. It does have a lot more of what I think is going on in their minds as they're fighting and stuff, so that's always fun! Also, if you would like to know a way to watch the movie online, message me and I know of a link that will get you the movie.

PART ONE

Dean could hear Emma as puked in the grass for the hundredth time. She felt like she was going to pass out. She hated this empty-hungry feeling that made her ache for food when food made her throw up. She felt especially bad for Dean, who had decided that it was his job to wait on her hand and foot. But then again, there wasn't a whole lot else to do.

Dean didn't really mind getting her what she needed, in this case, water. They'd grown close on this island. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't get better.

"Do you think it was the fish?" Dean asked, walking up towards her carrying a makeshift cup of water. He handed her the cup, and she drank gratefully.

"It smelled a little weird," Dean added.

She took a drink of the water, glad to get the nasty vomit taste out of her mouth. Dean sat down and looked at her, like he was contemplating something.

"Think maybe you're…pregnant?" he asked. His faced looked like he was hoping that the answer is a strong no. Emma didn't reply. She was too busy thinking.

"No! Well…maybe? I don't know. It's possible," she stammered nervously, now worried about the possibility that she was pregnant, stranded on an island.

"Cause it's not that I don't want kids, it's just…y'know," he trailed off.

"I know," Emma shrugged.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, then asked, "You want kids?" Something about the way he asked this made her smiled a little. It was as if all she had to do was ask, and he'd try his hardest to get her a kid.

"Someday," Emma smiled, though she had a feeling that someday was going to be sooner than she'd originally hoped.

Dean smiled a huge goofy grin, and replied, "Me too." He couldn't help but think about being married to Emma, having a house with a yard and small, beautiful baby Emma's running around.

Emma reached for a mint leaf, hoping that the nasty taste of vomit would just go away. She winced as she chewed the leaf. The flavor was okay, it was the texture she couldn't get past.

"I'd give anything for some tea right now, some chicken soup, and a sad movie," she said.

Dean smiled at her yearning for home. He missed home too, which was sad. He thought it was sad that he yearned for the cold, sterile place that he could hardly call home.

"Come here, lie down. I'll make you feel better," Dean said, laying down in the makeshift bed that they'd built. She laid next to him, resting her head on his muscular arms and wrapped her arms around his muscled stomach, that seemed to get more and more muscular each day.

Dean loved the way her body felt next to his, snuggled in tight. He liked the way their bodies fit like puzzle pieces. It made him feel comforted, and calm.

"Do you ever think about what everybody else is doing?" Emma asked him. His heart sank. He wished he could give her what she wanted, but he couldn't. He didn't want to ignite false hope, and he didn't want to make her scared that they'd die alone on this stupid island. He caught between a rock and hard place.

"Who's everybody else?" he asked.

"Friends, family, people out in the world," she said.

"We're everybody else now, prom queen." Emma didn't know whether to take his reply as him being romantic, which he truly was, or just trying to sugar coat the truth.

Then, an old, empty bottle of Fiji water dropped from above, hitting her.

"Ow," she said, though it didn't really hurt that badly. More and more old empty bottles of the things that Emma had stored in her bag dropped from above.

"What was that?" Emma asked, getting up.

"What the-?" They both jumped up to see a small monkey hoarding all of their old supplies in a tree above them. The monkey continually dropped all of the their supplies, excluding the flare gun.

The monkey walked across the branch of the tree, carrying the flare gun, pointed down. If the monkey accidentally shot the flare gun, they were out of luck, in more ways than one. It would inevitably hit them, and they'd also be out of a flare.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! Stop! Put the gun down, put it down, and step away from the vehicle," Dean said.

"C'mon monkey, drop it," Emma said.

"No, no, stop, put the gun down!" Dean continued protesting the monkey while Emma reached for a banana off the bunch that Dean had gathered this morning.

"C'mon little guy, I'll trade you!" Emma offered, "Banana for the gun!"

The monkey dropped the gun, and Emma sighed, looking down at it. She had a gut feeling that bartering with the monkey was a huge waste of time. They were never getting off this island. Even though the thought of being stuck here forever had always been in the back of her mind, realizing that she knew it was the truth now, made her heart break a little.

"He didn't even take his banana!" Dean said.

Emma reached down and picked up the flare gun. She made sure both flares were in there.

"You know what?" Emma asked, holding the flare gun up in the air, and shooting off one of the flares.

"What the hell?" Dean shouted, "What did you do that for?"

"I don't want to hope anymore," Emma said.

"YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON!" Dean yelled, "WHY DID YOU FIRE THE FLARE?"

"Oh? I'm the crazy person?" Emma accused, "No, see, crazy is thinking that we can survive for more than a year on this stupid island! That's crazy!"

"We're going to make a life here, Em, it's going to be better, I promise," Dean tried to calm her down. He'd come to terms with the fact that they were stuck on this island a long time ago. He knew there was no use trying to worry about something that he had no control over. Emma shot him a dirty look.

"No noise, what's so good out there, anyway?"

"Life, Dean!" Emma yelled, "Life is what's so good out there! Our families, our everything! See, you're crazy if you think I would ever chose to live like this. This is not living! This is surviving!"

Dean watched as the love of his life stormed away. He hated that they always got into the dumbest fights, over things that neither of them could control. He hated it. He didn't want to fight with her, or make her mad.

He chased after her, and she pushed him back.

"I WANT TO BE ALONE RIGHT NOW!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.

He went back to their camp, picked up his spear, and walked to the lagoon. He stared sadly into the water. He felt guilty for being the reason for her tears. He never wanted her to cry. He didn't even want her upset. He'd only seen her cry twice, once when they saw the dead body, and once again after they'd had sex for the first time.

Meanwhile, Emma was sitting, looking at the waves as they crashed and lapped up at the beach. They licked the shore, and she felt calmed already. She didn't know why she blew up so big, or why she was crying about it. She'd put poor Dean through so much since he'd tried to save her and they'd ended up here. Had she ever even said thanks for trying to save her? For scrounging up food? For anything he'd done the entire time they were here, surviving?

Her heart sunk when she realized that she hadn't. Surely he must know how grateful she was? How much she loved him for being her rock when everything else crumbled.

She headed back up the camp, and he wasn't there. She decided to try the lagoon, knowing that he wouldn't have gone far. No matter how much they fought, she doubted that he would ever truly abandon her on the island.

She watched him as she walked up to the lagoon. He was looking sadly into the water. She watched as he tried to stab a fish, but missed.

"Any luck?" she asked.

"No."

"I never said thank you," Emma said.

"For what?"

"For saving me," Emma replied. He was giving curt, short answers, and she felt bad for making him so angry, "For being there…here," she added.

"Emma," Dean started, getting ready to tell her that he didn't need a thank you, but he looked up, thinking he heard something. He looked over at Emma, who was also looking up at the sky, like maybe she'd heard it too.

They both started running toward the beach, out from under the canopy of the trees. The faint whipping sound of a helicopter was barely able to be heard in the distance.

"HEY!" "HEY!" "HEY!" They both began yelling at the top of their lungs, waving their arms wildly on the beach.

"Where is it?" Emma asked, referring to the flare gun.

"Here it is, load and shoot, Em," Dean said, handing it to her, "Pull the trigger, Prom Queen."

Emma shot the flare just as the helicopter was becoming visible. The helicopter got closer, before lowering.

Dean grabbed a hold of Emma, and they both were jumping for joy, excited and yelling. They were saved.