I've always loved Ice Age, I've just been on a different Archive in my (short) time on my new account. KK, so Diego is my favorite character, so why not make my first Ice Age fic (this will be multi-chaptered) with him as my main character? This may be a little sad, because I'm currently listening to Augustana sad songs, so... yeah... Enjoi.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Ice Age, there would already be a fourth movie out.

*-KTKK-*

Diego looked at Sid in disgust. Why the sloth had decided to take a bath in the river they drank in was beyond him, and he didn't know what smelled worse: a sloth who hadn't bathed in three months, or a wet sloth. Another wave of the putrid smell hit him, and he decided that a wet sloth was much, much worse.

"... and then, I was like, 'Why are you talkin to my girl?' and man, was that sloth scared...!"

And why he insisted on dragging Diego with him to talk to while he made himself smellier, the saber didn't know either. He just hoped his headache would go away so he didn't do anything drastic.

"Sid, I really don't-"

"And then he cried! He actually-"

"Sid!"

The sloth looked up at the tiger, surprised. "Huh? What is it, buddy?"

"Why do I have to be here?"

"Because! I never go in moving water without anyone there! They make sure I won't be swept downstream!"

"God forbid."

"Hey now, no sarcasm!"

"Alright, but can you please not talk? Your lisp is starting to get to me."

"What lisp?"

Diego let out a weary sigh, but kept his mouth shut. He decided that he would just leave, so he got up from his sitting position. When he started to walk upstream back toward the herd, he flinched when Sid shouted, "Where ya goin, buddy?"

"I'm going back to the cave, and please make sure you dry off before you come. Wet sloth isn't a very pleasant scent."

Shocked, Sid stood in the water motionless as his moody friend walked away from him. Finally, he shrugged and continued his bath. He was starting to wonder why his friends abandoned him when it was his bath time. First it was Manny, who claimed that Peaches needed to be watched. Peaches was too young at the age of seven, and he learned that Crash and Eddie weren't very nice bathing company. Ellie was currently pregnant with another baby, and was too angry at the time. Sid shuddered, remembering the last time he had "annoyed" her when she was in one of her moods. That left Diego, but apparently, he wasn't a nice bathing buddy either. Maybe it was just the fact that they were near water that put the saber in a sour mood.

Diego continued to walk near the river warily, watching his steps. He learned to swim, yes, but that didn't mean he liked water. It still made him edgy. Maybe it was from a cubhood experiance, but he couldn't remember back past the age of nine. 'A little old,' he thought, 'but no one remembers anything before that age, right?'

As he thought more about it, he seemed to realize that it was very rare for cubs to not remember things. He tried very hard, but a horrifying thought entered his mind before he could stop it. Had he... supressed something from his cubhood? No, that couldn't be it. He had a perfectly normal saber cubhood... Wait, had he? He couldn't remember...

Diego was surprised when he suddenly heard, "NOW!"

He twisted his head toward the trees, but just a little too late. A peach hit his side, along with an apple. There was a milla-second pause, then every fruit imaginable came raining down on him. He tried to shield the assault, but he stumbled back. He was disorientated, and fruit juice was in his eyes. He heard the familiar cackling of twin oppossums (A/N: Sp?). The fruit stopped, and he heard a smack, which he guessed was the twins' high-five.

"Good job, dude!"

He ignored them, of course, and tried to rub the juice out of his irritated green eyes. He didn't even realize he was backing closer and closer to the river...

"Diego, stop!"

But it was too late. The saber toppled over and into the raging river.

He was still disorientated, plus fruit juice blocked his vision, so he had no idea what was going on. He just knew he was cold and wet. He also knew he could't breath.

He was scared; he hated to admit it, but it was true. All of his senses shut down. He went into panic mode. He thrashed, clawed, kicked, but salvation wouldn't come. The waters jerked him around, which only fueled his confusion. He didn't know which way was up, therefore, he wouldn't be able to make it to the surface. The only thing he could do was pray, and pray he did. He opened his eyes, which was now free of the sticky juice. He was underwater, and when he looked to his left, he saw the surface. He started swimming toward it, but a pain suddenly ripped through his skull, and he fell unconscious. The last thing he saw was a red, smokey looking thing in the water around him before he was taking on a new pool he had to swim through, i.e. darkness.

*-KTKK-*

Tell me if ya like it or hate it, reviews are appreciated, blah blah blah. Sorry it was so short. I usually write longer chapters, and I was gonna make it longer, but I decided I like this ending the way it is.

My updates are weird because of computer problems in my family, but I'll make up for it by making it the best story I can!

Out for blood,

*-KTKK-*