Jason and you were on a small jet, you both fighting over the wheel, Jason didn't want to deal with your bullshit shenanigans and whatever your trying to do with the jet. You both were in this jet in the first place because you were being an idiot...and he had to stop you from causing chaos.

As you both fought the weather took a bad turn and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, the jet lost control and the next thing you remember is waking up on an uninhabited island with with Jason, alone and injured...the rain continued to pour down.

Jason was frustrated and soaked, grumbling under his breath as the rain pounded down.

“Great. Just great”

He muttered, glaring at you.

“Stuck on some island with you. This is exactly what I needed today.”

He kicked a piece of wreckage aside, still pissed off.

“How did I end up here? Oh, right, following you, the walking disaster.”

He crossed his arms, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You better have a plan to get us out of here, or I swear, I’ll leave you behind and take my chances with the jungle.”

He shot you a look.

“And don’t even think about dragging me into some ‘we’re in this together’ crap. I’m not your sidekick.”