Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been uploading in a while. I probably shouldn't be doing this fanfic considering I haven't finished the others, but this one has been on my mind for a while. Enjoyz!

Kit squinted her eyes through the sun as Timber threw the ball. Kit's eyes followed the ball as it hit a boy riding his bike. She quickly ran towards the unconscious boy, followed by the others. Kit stood between Wings and DP as the team looked over the out cold kid.

"Whoa how far did he skid?" Two Ton asked as they circled around him. Q started walking away counting as DP leaned over the kid.

"He looks bad." DP confirmed looking at the gang, "We should do something."

"Yeah kick him, see if he's faking it." Wings said laughing slightly.

"Kick him? What are you nuts?" DP asked.

"Nuts, good idea. Kick him in the family jewels, excellent fake breaker." Tow Ton said.

"Yeah that should wake him up." Wings said.

"Ooh, if we do kick him can I do it?" Kit asked excitedly. All of the boy's eyes widened.

"No!" They said in unison. Kit rolled her eyes and looked over the boy again.

"Bad idea on many levels; as a medical procedure, I think kicking is way down on the list of any prescribed remedies." Q said as he and Ryan walked over. Ryan had always been Kit's favorite out of the eight boys; sure he was mute but he was still fun to talk to.

"Got any better ideas Q?" Two Ton asked.

"Slap in the face?" DP suggested.

"Bucket of water? That always works." Wings pointed out.

"My mom says you should always wake someone gently." Wok said.

"Gently," Roll repeated.

"How about taking medical attention doofus," Q said.

"Well it's not like we could call in an ambulance." Kit said. Ryan showed Q his small note pad.

"The average ambulance takes about 4 minutes to respond to the scene of an accident." Q stated.

"Kick in the family jewels, lot faster." Two Ton said.

"We're gonna get this guy some help." Timber said.

"Wait, why are you in charge all of a sudden?" Wings asked causing the guys to agree with him.

"Hey I'm the tallest." Timber said shrugging.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Q asked obviously offended. "I am the smartest."

"I think you mean shortest. I'm the biggest." Two Ton said.

"I think you mean-" "Fattest," Wok and Roll said simultaneously. Two Ton gave them a look as Wing and Kit shared amused looks.

"And I say we got kick." Two Ton continued as though he never heard them.

"I'm the captain." DP said.

"Who made you the captain DP?" Wing asked as the boys made sounds of protest.

"The catcher is always the captain." DP replied opening and closing his glove.

"You're not the captain, what about the pitcher?" Timber said.

"Hey!" Kit yelled making the boys stop and look at her. "Are you guys seriously arguing about this at a time like this?" Kit pointed to the knocked out boy.

"Hey Kit you're a girl." Wing stated pointing at her. Kit glared at him as the other boys snickered.

"Thanks for noticing." Kit said sarcastically as she crossed her arms.

"Right sorry. Anyways which one of us should be the captain." Wing said and all eyes were now on Kit.

"Oh no, don't count on me to choose." Kit said. As the boys began to open their mouths again Kit interrupted them. "Unless all of you want to get your butts kicked by a girl, I suggest you quit arguing." Everything was silent for a second before the boys continued arguing. Kit threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

"Hey look guys he's waking up" DP exclaimed as the boy started to stir awake.

"We can still kick him before it's too late" said Two Ton.

"Ask him a question everyone knows to see if he's okay" Wings said.

"Who's the greatest baseball player of all time?" Kit asked as they crowded over him.

"I am" The boy said

"Who are you?" Two Ton asked.

"Tommy Santorelli" The boy (I'm tired of calling him that.) answered.

"Well I don't care if you're Steve Garvey. The answers Babe Ruth" Wing said.

"The Sultan of Swat!"

"Hello the king of crash!"

"The colossus of clout!"

"The home run king!"

"The Babe!"

"The great Bambino!" They yelled.

"No it's Santa" Tommy said frustrated

"As in Claus?" Roll asked. Tommy fainted again.

"I didn't know Santa Claus played baseball." Kit said aloud. The boys gave her weird looks. "What?"

"Can I kick him now?" Two Ton asked.

"Go ahead." Wings said as a man from a distance yelled at them. They all turned around to see an officer named, Uncle Pork Chop.

"I'm trained for situations like this, now who started it?" He asked

The gang pointed at Tommy. The officer got down on his knees and turned his face toward him, pinched his nose and opened his mouth. Officer Pork Chop sighed and looked at Kit. Kit gave him a confused look as the boys tried holding in their laughter. Pork Chop nodded his head towards Tommy. Kit snorted in laughter.

"No thanks, I'm good." Kit said waving it off.

"Stand back guys I'm going in" Pork chop said.

Kit and the boys made noises of disgust as Pork Chop leaned in. But before he could Tommy woke up. He yelped in surprise and scooted away from Pork Chop.

"Hey, what's going on here?" asked Tommy

"Alright guys give him some air" Pork Chop said pushing the team back. "What happen?"

"He took a fly ball to the forehead sorry Uncle Pork Chop" said Two Ton

"Would have been a triple if he hadn't screwed it up!" Timber said.

"In your dreams fathead" said Wok

They started to yell at each other

"Hey, hey, calm down! Are we gonna have a situation here? Cause we don't want a situation do we?" said officer Chops

"No," They said.

"Ok what's your name kid?" asked Chops

"Who you calling kid tubs?" Tommy snapped.

"Where's my PDA?" he asked

"What's that?" Kit asked.

"My black berry" He said in a 'duh' tone.

Pork Chop, thinking he meant a flavor, took Two Ton's snow cone and held it out to Tommy.

"Hey that's mine and it's not black berry it's strawberry banana!" said Two Ton.

"Are you serious? I love strawberry banana" said Chops taking a bit out of the snow cone.

"I think he's that new kid that just moved on to glen view road" Wok said.

"What are you talking about! I live in Beverly Hills! And what's with this kid crap! Which one of you took my phone? I need to call my agent. And don't even think about autographs!" Tommy said looking irritated.

"Wait 1976? Bicentennial," Tommy whispered to himself. He looked at his reflection in Chops glasses and fainted again.

"Yep we got a situation" said Pork Chop said.

Tommy was taken back home by his mom. The gang played ball with Kit batting. Kit narrowed her eyes at the ball in Timber's hand. According to the team, Kit had the sharpest eye and perfect aim. The only thing bringing her down in baseball was trying to hit a homer.

Timber pitched as it raised her bat. Because of this, it caused the ball to hit Kit's wrist making her gasp in pain. She quickly dropped the bat and held her wrist as the boys gathered around her. Squints, their coach, ran up to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked kneeling beside her. Kit bit her lip and shook her head. Squints gently took her hand and examined it.

"I'm so sorry." Timber apologized as the boys reached her.

"It's fine." Kit said trying to smile but it probably came out as a grimace as Squints 'tsked'.

"Well, it looks like you sprained it, won't be able to play ball for a while." Squints said making all eyes turn to him.

"What!" They all yelled in unison. Kit groaned and stared at her wrist.