Hello people! You may be sitting here and thinking, "SCARLETT WHY YOU NO UPDATE HIS DEMONS AND JUST START NEW SERIES OMG I HATE U!1!11" To that I would calmly respond, "Rude."and then not update just to spite you. But for real, I've made the mistake of taking on a side project. I got a story idea in my head and I could not focus on anything His Demons related whatsoever until I wrote this darn fluff.

You heard me, fluff. Scarlett is writing fluff.

This does not mean I will discontinue His Demons. Although I have little interest to work on it right now, I had a plot set up and just a few things that needed to be worked out before I could continue writing. I made a promise I would never publish a story I couldn't finish, so at some point I intend to finish that sequel. But until then, we have Teammates. I intend for it to be around 10-15 chapters long.

If you're just here because it said Syndisparklez you can skip the first couple of paragraphs:

So I like to do challenges in my stories, and this one is really going to screw me over. I am going to write in 3rd person omniscient. For those of you who aren;t aware, 3rd person omniscient is when the narrator hears the thoughts, feelings, actions, etc. of all characters. It's great for telling a budding romance between two individuals, but it makes reading what I've written very confusing if not done properly. If you could, let me know whether this writing style is easy to follow or not. If everyone dislikes it I may just edit the first chapter and change the POV for the whole story.

Anyways, now that I've rambled. I now present to you... Teammates!

It was done. They had killed the two Guardians with ease, proving that they had worried about nothing. All that was left to do was to get the gold, kill as many mobs as possible, and get out. It shouldn't have been difficult. But oh, it was.

Jordan turned to the girl on his right. "Could you go get us some milk from the cows on the island? Here's some buckets."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Of course I'll do all the real work, you two just go back to your sword fights and action." She swam out the tiny hole they had created earlier, a monster zapping her as she exited.

Jordan swam over to the other man, laughing as he absentmindedly placed down the sponge they had recovered. "Tom!" He giggled. "Pick that up."

"Guys, there's a lot of mobs here. I don't know if I'll be okay." Sonja called to the others.

Jordan playfully shoved Tom and picked up the sponge, his attention barely on his other teammate. "Relax!" He called out. "You'll be fine."

"Guys..." She trailed off, but Jordan could hear the sounds of the battle. his eyes widened as he realized she was struggling.

"Sonja?" he called out, swimming as fast as he could.

"Four hearts-"

"Sonja, hang in there!" He told her, urging himself to swim faster. Why couldn't he have gotten depth-strider? The water was holding him back, preventing him from helping- he turned the corner and his eyes widened as he saw her fighting. She looked at him one last time before a creature delivered the final blow to her back, scattering her loot all over the floor and sending her soul somewhere far from where Jordan stood.

Jordan gasped for air as his body was carelessly tossed to the sandy shore. He sputtered and coughed as he inhaled grains of sand, his chest tightening from the unpleasant feeling. Salty waves crashed down upon the land and pooled at his feet, only making his already soaking clothes even more wet. The cool, sharp air of night was starting to retract as the heavy, warm air of daytime sunk in. Jordan groaned and rolled onto his back, feeling around cluelessly for his sword. His fingertips brushed the delicate blade and he moved them downwards to grasp the handle. Feeling no motivation to move any further, he blinked rapidly and adjusted his eyes to look up at the sky.

The sun was just beginning to rise in front of him. That meant he was facing east. Though Jordan couldn't quite process much of what was happening to him right now, he knew he needed to gather as much information about his new surroundings as possible. He would have to find his way back home whenever he gained the energy to stand up. That in itself seemed like a daunting task, he was finding. Jordan wished he could just lie there forever, looking at the sun-

"Sparkles? Sparkleypants?" A desperate voice called out from further down the island. Jordan had nearly forgotten there were people with him.

"I'm right over here." He mumbled in response, just loud enough so he knew his companion could hear him.

"Thank god you're okay!" Out of the corner of his eye Jordan could see a green man approaching him. "I was worried the waves got you. Did Sonja-"

"Yes." Jordan squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to block out recurring images of the event. He took a sharp breath in. "I saw it."

"Oh." The man said simply. He looked at his feet for a moment. "I guess it's just us now, right Sparkles?"

Jordan was too lost in thought to reply. His mind wouldn't stop replaying the events that had occurred earlier, and every item he looked at found a way to remind him of the horrifying tragedy. The waves that splashed innocently in front of him were the cruel waters that prevented him from saving her, the stone a reminder of the pillars that stood in the way when he reached out for her for the last time- he could go on and on with just about any item in the area. Even the dandelions gave him a stinging memory of her favorite rabbit. It hadn't been long after the accident, but Jordan had a feeling he'd never forget the things he had seen.

The sand shifted beside him as the green man sat down next to him. "You're really upset about this, aren't you?"

"Aren't we both?" Jordan asked.

"Well, of course." Tom shifted uncomfortably next to Jordan. "We can still save them, right? We just have to defeat the other two bosses and we're off this island for good."

"We don't even know if we're right about that." Jordan groaned. "We don't know what we're doing, and that's half the battle. What's the point?"

"Don't be so negative." Tom nudged Jordan's arm and rolled onto his side. "The note we spawned in with said that we had to defeat three bosses in order to 'restore the balance of the island' or something like that. We do that, and something good ought to happen to us. We'll get Sonja back, and Tucker too. "

"If you say so." Jordan said with a defeated tone.

"Don't you give up on me, Sparklypants. It's up to us to save this island!" He leapt to his feet and struck a superman pose. "Tom and Jordan, defenders of Trinity Island. Unite!"

"I don't know if I can get much done today, Tom. I just want to lay here in the sand and debate my existence." Jordan blindly drew patterns in the ground with the tip of his blade.

Tom frowned. "We can't just stop our lives because Sonja's gone. There's work to be done."

"I am working. Mentally." Jordan replied in an exasperated tone, his eyes shutting tightly as he pondered the different ways he could have approached the situation. He didn't have depth-strider, so that was out. Had Sonja asked for help before her death? Jordan slowly began remembering her saying there were a lot of mobs, but he had told her she would be fine. His face tightened, and he wished there was a way to go back in time and fix what he had done.

"Jordan?"

Jordan glanced up and saw a green hand being offered to him. Tom was staring down at him with a look of concern plastered on his face. Grudgingly, Jordan took the offer and was pulled to his feet, stumbling slightly from the uneven surface. "Thanks." He mumbled, his train of thought still lost somewhere else.

"Ready to go back? We have to get ready for the Enderdragon now." Tom said as he placed down the boats, urging Jordan to approach the shore.

The consequences of that task entered Jordan's mind and he stopped himself from walking forward. What if Tom died because of another one of Jordan's dumb mistakes? What if Jordan himself left Tom all alone? Then again, maybe Tom would be relieved if that happened. Jordan could never truly tell what Tom was thinking.

Tom watched as Jordan stopped and lost himself in thought. Sonja's death had affected him a lot more than Tom thought it would. Sure, Tom was upset, but he wasn't prepared to drop everything and waste away on the beach. Jordan, however...if Tom wasn't urging Jordan along, he probably would stay on the sand and get lost in his thoughts. Tom sighed. "Jordan."

Jordan blinked rapidly as he was pulled from his train of thought. "What? Oh, sorry."

"Ready, then?" Tom asked, motioning towards the boats. He honestly had no idea what they'd do when they got back, but they had to start somewhere.

"Sure." Jordan climbed into a boat beside Tom and pushed himself off of the island. He looked back in the direction of the Guardian temple and sighed, wishing there was another boat trailing behind him. "We'll get them back," He muttered to himself. "I'm sure we'll get them back."

So, in case any of you are confused, this takes place around Episode 24 of Trinity Island just after Sonja died. Leave a review telling me if you like the story and writing style! I don't know how many of my regular readers actually watch Trinity Island/Mianite so this could go horribly wrong. Oh well.

~Scarlett