Authors notes: It's odd, ok? Inspired by Giving In-Adema. Short chps and stuff so I decided not to have it beta’d. This was up a couple of days ago but CJ sent me the HHH chp and I deleated to put it up so….yeah, it’s up now :D

D/C: I'm not making a profit off this, I do not own LP or know them, plot is my own and words, nothing else

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"Don't go too far from the docks and stay within view of land." Brad warned his friend as he lifted the heavy, cream colored box off the docks and handed it to Mike who rested them on the floor of the small boat. Mike smiled as he knelt and opened the box, checking to make sure he had bait and everything. "Mike did you hear me?"

"Yes mom." Mike grinned as he made sure his life vest was easily accessible, cooler filled with food and drink and of course that he had his rods. He wouldn't be able to catch any fish if he didn't have his rods.

Brad folded his arms and shook his head as he looked at his friend who struggled to walk along the floating boat without it rocking. He wasn't sure this was a good idea but Mike was adamant. They had gone fishing a lot when they were younger. Brad had grown up with a lake practically in his back yard and the summers they would spend when Mike came from LA Papa Delson would take the two boys fishing. Mike had thought it fun and now at 20 he was going out on his own for the first time. Problem was it was the sea because Mike was adamant there were more fish there.

Mike was looking at his lures, smiling. Brad had told him to bring a lot of extra food just in case. Mike stood in his boat and looked to Brad on the dock.

"Did I leave anything by you?" He asked and Brad looked around.

"No, I can't see anything dude."

"I guess I'm ready then." Brad smiled at his friend and gave him a mock salute, making the half Asian laugh.

"Wait, you have the radio right?" Mike nodded as he thought of his contact to land. "Right, well there are some areas and by that I mean most of the fucking ocean where the radio won’t be able to transmit so stay where you can see land."

"Ok Brad."

"So I'll see you tomorrow at the pub then?" Brad confirmed their plans. "And you had better have caught a big one." Mike smiled and nodded.

"I promise man." He smiled as he looked to the thick rope that anchored the small boat to land. "So untie me will you." Brad nodded and did as commanded. He threw the rope to Mike who caught it in his out-stretched arms. Brad waved as Mike pulled on a stereotypical fishing hat and sat down in the boat, turning on the engine.

The propeller revved loudly and Brad watched his friends new boat take it's first trip out onto the water. The landed male pulled his coat close to protect himself from the ocean spray as he turned and walked towards his car, convinced Mike wouldn't catch anything worth mentioning.

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Mike had only been out on the water for about thirty minutes when he grew board. He was humming to himself, a can of beer by one foot and the sun glaring down. His sunglasses were perched low on his nose and his shirt had long since been discarded. The heat was overwhelming and Mike was happy he had sun block with him.

He hadn't caught anything yet but he didn't expect that. Mike recalled fishing with Brad and his father when he was a kid. He could spend hours on that lake and catch nothing. He would always be jealous when one of the Delson men caught a fish and he didn't. Once when he was seven he caught one hardly bigger than a goldfish and he never remembered feeling prouder.

Mike sipped his beer. It was some foreign brand but money was tight lately so he couldn't afford luxuries such as recognizable alcohol. Still the ale was pretty tasty.

'I wonder if there's such a thing as BUI?' Mike wondered. 'Boating under the influence.' He laughed to himself and adjusted himself so his sitting position was more comfortable. He looked out at the vast ocean, a feeling of tranquility about him. He smiled and looked out the right of his small boat. American soil lay in that direction, home. He could stay out for a few hours in hopes of catching something then head back. He had made a bet with Brad as to how much he'd catch. Brad claimed he wouldn't catch one so if he wanted that $20 he had to catch about two. He sipped his beer again.

In truth the heat, quiet and alcohol was not quite a good idea and Mike yawned. He looked out to the vast blue ocean and sniffed the salty air. So peaceful. Mike slipped the handle of the rod between his legs and held it there as his hands folded on his stomach as he nodded into sleep.

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The air was cool when Mike woke. He was shocked to see the sun rising low in the sky. It was nearing nighttime.

"Fuck!" Mike swore when he realized he had fallen asleep. He jumped up and his agitation was only increased when he realized that the rod he had been using was gone. A fish must have caught hold when he was snoozing and tugged it into the water.

'Damn, that was my favorite rod.' Mike cursed as he sat pulled on a water coat to stop the ocean spray wetting his clothing.

Stretching, he looked around. Wondering which direction he needed to go to get back home.

To his left was the ocean.

His right, also the ocean.

Vast, blue sea behind him.

And endless water on front.

Within his sighting range Mike couldn't see any land what-so-ever.

He dived for the radio Brad insisted he should bring and pulled the mouth piece away.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone out there?" There was only static so Mike fiddled with the dials. "Hello? My name is Mike Shinoda and I'm lost at sea. Please! Someone please be out there." Still only static. "Shit!" Mike sighed as he rested his head in his hands and brushed agitated tears away.

He checked the engine which still worked but he didn't use it. How would he know whether the direction he chose would take him back to America or somewhere else. He could wind up in Europe or Africa or more than likely the engine would stop half way to wherever and he'd end up stranded forever.

After the few moments it took to comprehend his situation Mike began checking what he had on the boat. There were still two rods, plenty of bait and lures. That was ok as most of that stuff belonged to Brad who'd kill him if anything happened to them. Unfortunately the rod he had lost was his own. There was a large blanket which was originally brought incase he got cold on the sea. Sun cream for the heat and so he wouldn't get burnt. The rather large cooler was stocked with enough food to last him about two or three weeks if he ate minimal and lots of alcohol which he could use right now.

Mike took up his foreign beer and sipped as he thought of Brad and how thankful he was that his best friend had been so cautious about all this and forced him to stock up on food and such. Still thinking of Brad made him sad. His He most likely wouldn't be there.

Still then they'd realize he was missing and he'd be found, right?

Mike wrapped the blanket around him as the sun set and he sipped his alcohol.

"Way to go Shinoda." He whispered to himself. "You really fucked up big time....that's it, next time Brad is coming with you."

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Authors notes: I know it's short but please bare with it. 5 comments and I'll know it's good enough. More than 5? Well I'll love ya'll for the rest of my life ;)

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