Days of Our Lives Survivor

Wednesday, June 13, 2001

Day 16 on Survivor Island

[After getting rid of the ever-perky Belle, Shane decides he needs to investigate this Jennifer situation. The governor is finding that his personal time on the island is severely lacking. Everyone with a problem seems to need his help. It is interesting that Roman and John can't seem to help with any of these issues. Still, Shane doesn't seem to mind. It's been a while since he's been in the thick of things.]

[Talking to himself...trying to develop a plan.] I guess I have to get over to the other side of the island to see if I can locate Jennifer. Belle sure wasn't too certain with those directions. I hope I don't spend a long time wandering aimlessly.

[Shane packs up his night-vision goggles, a walking stick, and his gun (securely in it's leather shoulder harness, just in case) and heads out of the ISA room. As he leaves, he wishes there were a way to lock the room. People do seem to be roaming in and out a lot.]

[After walking for at least a mile and not seeing anyone, Shane is startled when he notices someone sitting on the beach. As he walks closer, he realizes it's Kim.]

What are you doing here at this hour?

Kim: Shane...[sounding somewhat startled to see him] I'm....I'm...I'm watching the sunset.

Kim, the sun set at least an hour ago. Have you been sitting here that long?

Kim: I guess the time got away from me. Honestly, I didn't realize it had been that long.

[Shane wonders if Kim is still struggling to keep Lacey in check. He's hoping Kim hasn't lost the last hour to her.] Kim, dear, it can't be safe for you to be here at this hour, especially with the fork assailant and who knows who else loose on the island. Can I walk you back to camp?

Kim: Shane, you always were so chivalrous. Really, I don't need help getting back.

I insist. [She agrees and they head back to camp. Shane has ulterior motives. He' shoping he might see some clues about Jennifer, or possibly get a chance to see Laura.]

confessed by Shane Donovan at 11:39 PM

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[Marlena jams her hand in the pockets of her jeans and wanders slowly through the woods. Belle is asleep already after her late night the night before and Roman is watching over her. After spending quite a deal of time talking to Laura over the ubiquitous clam chowder, trying to make sense of this latest strange development concerning Jennifer, she had felt the need to stretch her legs and try to work out some of the kinks she'd developed over the course of the day. It is a moment before she realizes she has somehow subconsciously strayed towards the boundary between the tribe's camps and in the distance she hears Hope's great jovial brays in the warm evening air. Wrapping her arms around herself, she wonders how John is and she hopes he didn't get into too much trouble over their little tête-à-tête.]

[Suddenly Marlena's thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of snapping of branches off to her right and she looks up to see John fighting his manly way through the undergrowth. He looks utterly wild with anger but he stops short when he sees her.]

John: [In a low growl] Where is he?

John! [Confused.] Where is who? John, you can't be here. If they catch us...

John: [Catches her arm.] Why didn't you tell me Doc? For God's sake why didn't you *tell* me?

[Heart pounding.] Tell you what, John? Honey, what's going on?

John: When Isabella said something about seeing you and Kristen, I just laughed it off because that's completely insane. But... Brady? My kid did... *that* to you?

[Eyes widen and she swallows hard.] John, it's not as bad as it s-

John: It's true? [The fury intensifies as his gaze drills into her. Then he turns] I'm going to fucking kill the miserable little bastard!

[With growing desperation as she moves in front of him and places her hand on his chest.] John, this is why I *didn't* tell you. Please, please don't. It's over now, I just want to forget it.

John: [Grabs her upper arms.] Doc, he hurt you. Intentionally. Maybe not physically, but I can see it in your eyes. [His rage builds as her eyes fill with tears.] I won't let the little asshole get away with that. Not with hurting you. [He stares at her and then pulls her roughly to him for a passionate kiss.] I love you, sweetheart, I love you more than I could possibly ever love anyone else. Don't you ever forget that.

John. [She pulls away from him, slightly dazed and breathless, and struggling to maintain her composure.] John, please don't do something you might regret. Please don't hurt him...

John: [Shakes his head.] It's not over, Doc. It won't be over until I tell him it's over. I won't let him hurt you, you hear me?

Jo- [She spins around as he tears off into the woods and throws up her hands in frustration.] Oh *God*! [She chews on her lower lip as her face crumples into an expression of deep concern.] Oh dear God, what's he going to do to Brady when he finds him?

[Wearily, she brushes her hair from her face with the heels of her palm and turns back towards her camp.]