A/N: Sorry to the folks that are following me for my other fics. I know I promised I'd finished those before working on any new fics, but I just love Losers so much. Plus, when Chris Evans played Jensen, he was just so completely perfect that now I can't read the comics without envisioning him as the character. I love it! I couldn't help myself...But look on the bright side - my fanfic muse is back!

To newbies of my writing style, I write scripts. Therefore, my fanfics are as close to script format as I can get without them being illegal to post here. That means everything is in present tense and there are no "inner thoughts" going on. You have to read it as if you were watching it play out on screen.

I hope you enjoy!

"Whoo! Now that was a rush!" Jensen yells as his head breaks the surface of the water. "I mean, they say white-water rafting is a thrill, but throw in a bunch of guys with guns and a forty foot waterfall, and you've got yourself a trip more exciting than Disneyland!"

The other members of the team surface at nearly the same time, sputtering water as they are swiftly pulled down the river by the twisting current.

Clay looks around, checking to see that all his team members are accounted for. "Is everyone okay?" he shouts over the fading roar of the falls behind them.

"Just peachy!" Pooch hollers back, doing his best to shout and sound sarcastic at the same time.

"What the fuck was that?" Aisha yells in place of an answer.

"Where's my fucking hat?" Cougar questions, barely audible.

Jensen laughs. "Nice word play, Cougs!" he shouts, and gets a glare in response. "Awe, don't tell me that little rhyme wasn't on pur-" Cougar glares at him even harder. "Yeah, yeah, shutting up." Without missing a beat, he immediately turns towards Clay, eyebrows raised. "Ya know, I like a refreshingly cold dip as much as the next guy, but my boys have migrated a tad further north than I'm comfortable with, and I'd really prefer they didn't stay there."

Clay grins, nods, and points upstream. They begin to span the broad width of the river, swimming with the current at an angle towards the shore. On their way, they grab whatever items they think may be useful from the wreckage of their raft, Cougar managing to reclaim his hat in the process. Finally, Clay is able to get his feet underneath him, nearly stumbling as the water rushing around his legs threatens to sweep him back out. Very slowly, he trudges for the shore, glancing back at the progress of the team. Cougar is not too far behind, keeping his head down as he focuses on his footing and the items he has tucked beneath his arms. Pooch finds the area where he can touch bottom, slips a little, then regains his balance with a curse. Aisha is nearly there, keeping a steady rhythm with her arms as she glides through the water; and Jensen is lagging behind a bit, holding onto some sort of box with one hand as he pulls himself along with the other, muttering God-knows-what to himself.

When the water gets to his thigh-high level, Pooch turns and laughs at Jensen's struggling form. "Who was it that was comparing himself to a dolphin earlier?" he shouts.

"That was" *pant* "a warm, salt-water dolphin meant to thrive in the" *pant* "Caribbean oceans. Does this look like a Caribbean ocean to you?" Jensen answers, twisting his body around so he can swim backwards, hugging the box to his chest with his other arm. "Plus," he continues, "right now I'm like a one-finned, cripple dolphin."

"Well, cripple dolphin," Pooch grins, "I hope whatever's in that box is worth drowning over."

Jensen finally makes it to the shallower water, breathing heavily. "Holy sweet Jesus, it's cold!" he spits out, raising a shaking hand above the water. "I think I have hypothermia. Do you think we have hypothermia? Does hypothermia cause sterility? I think I read that som- Oh my God!"

Everyone turns to see what the cause of Jensen interrupting himself was, following his gaze to rest on Aisha as she fully straightens herself out, water pouring off her thin t-shirt. She looks at them, looks down at herself, then rolls her eyes as she turns her back to the men who are near the shore. She locks onto Jensen's eyes, which are obviously not looking back at hers.

"Jensen, I swear on everything holy that if you do not look away from my breasts right now, I will personally dig out your eyes with a river rock."

Snapping out of it, Jensen shakes his head and goes back to the task of pulling in his box as she rings out her shirt, trying her best to make it cling just a little less to her cold body. As Jensen gets closer to her, he stays lower in the water so he can keep the box floating on the surface instead of having to lift its full weight. She can finally make out which load he had managed to salvage.

"Awe, you grabbed our weapons. How sweet," she smiles.

"Yeah, well," he pauses, taking in a deep breath as he shudders, "I figured since the ones we were carrying probably aren't any good anymore, it might be smart to have the spare artillery around since there's, you know, guys with guns probably still wanting to see our brains splattered all over the rocks. I don't really think that'd be a good look for me." He stumbles forward and falls down onto his knees, quickly flipping over to a sitting position and spitting out the little bit of water he had sucked in.

"Oh please, that box floats," Aisha points out, reaching for it, "It can't be that heavy." She grabs a handle and pulls it along the surface of the water, winking at him as she makes a point to show how easy it is for her.

"You weren't the one swimming with it," Jensen mutters as he gets back to his feet. He follows after her, not too exhausted to raise an eyebrow and smirk at the now-bent-over, full form of Aisha's backside. Without looking back, she raises a hand and flips him off, just causing his smirk to grow even wider.

Clay, having ditched his outer layer of freezing clothing, wades back out into the river to take one side of the box from Aisha. He glances up to see that Jensen has stopped walking a little ways back, a quizzical look on his face.

"Jensen?" he asks, "there a problem?"

Jensen cocks his head before meeting the Colonel's gaze. "Is it just my crazy brain doing one of those mind-over-matter things, or did everything just get exceptionally warmer out here?"

Clay opens his mouth to answer, but before he can speak, Jensen suddenly drops straight down into the water. The current makes quick work of picking up his limp form, pulling him away from the team and back out into the freezing river.

A/N: I should probably also mention that I love cliffies...