I do not own the Country Bears, no matter how much I want to. If I did, the movie would have had more drama and evilness. Mwahahahaha

Anyway, here's my bit on what could have happened... [had I owned the Bears]

Alternate Movie Kidnapping Scene [Beary's third person POV]

Ted abruptly cut him off. "Kid, that was just a bunch of meanin'less publicity! You don't know nothin' about the real Bears, understand? NOTHIN'!" he shouted. "We are not a family!"

The other bears in the field glared at Ted. They clearly didn't approve of his tone towards the cub.

Hurt filled Beary's hazel eyes. "You're right…" he muttered, glancing at them all as he continued, "This isn't a family." He turned back to Ted, ignoring the surprised looks he was receiving from the others. "Cause the people who love you no matter what? That's your family…"

Ted's eyes widened slightly at the wisdom and meaning behind the words. The other Bears looked down in sadness, knowing that the cub's words rang true.

"Who told you that, Beary?" Henry asked quietly as the cub let out a sad sigh.

Beary turned to look at him. "My Dad."

Ted looked confused at the statement while the others looked at the sad expression on Henry's face with sympathy. They all suspected that there was more to the story than what the band manager had told them.

Beary's eyes widened and he gasped. "My Dad…!" Ted watched in confusion as the cub looked at the others for a moment before turning and running past them all.

"Wha- Wait a min- Hold on, Beary!" Henry called. The cub didn't stop, but instead kept running.

All his thoughts were focused on getting home to his family where he belonged. He was wrong to have run away, and he knew that now. He belonged with them; he always had. Why had it taken so long for him to realize that? He was Beary Barrington.

He ran in front of the parked bus, intent on grabbing his guitar from the bottom storage area of the bus, but skidded to a halt when he came across a startling sight: Roadie was backed against the bus at gunpoint.

Beary recognized the man holding the gun as the banker, but didn't know his name.

The man and Roadie both glanced at him, their expressions polar opposites: Roadie was horrified while the banker was gleeful, setting Beary on edge.

"BEARY! RUN!" Roadie shouted, beginning to move towards him, his eyes filled with panic.

Beary's legs wouldn't move, no matter how much he tried to get the limbs to work. Everything was happening too fast; his mind couldn't keep up. He didn't know exactly what happened—the next thing he knew, an arm was wrapping tightly around his throat as something hard and cold was pressed against the side of his head.

He let out a startled shout. "Let go of me!"

The drummer looked at him in horror and anger. "Why didn't you run?" he cried.

Beary let out a whimper, still confused as to what was going on. His hazel eyes were filled with fear and utter terror. "R-Roadie… W-What's g-going on?" he whimpered, beginning to tremble.

Roadie didn't get a chance to answer before the cub felt warm air tickle his ear fur as the voice of his captor spoke softly to him. "You are going to help me control those bears. Fight me and you will die."

His heart skipped a beat and his trembling increased. A single tear streaked his cheek as the pressure around his throat increased, slowly beginning to cut off his air. He didn't know if the man knew this, but he wasn't about to question him.

His captor looked at the drummer and spoke in a harsh tone. "Bring them to me or the cub dies." As if to prove his sincerity in the threat, he released the safety on the gun. "And no funny business."

Roadie gulped and stiffly nodded as he clenched his fists. "Just… Just don't hurt him, Thimple," he pleaded as he backed towards the front of the bus. "He's innocent… He didn't do anything to you…"

"Don't give me a reason to, then."

Beary watched Roadie leave with a terrified expression on his face. His trembling was getting out of control. He didn't how he managed to get himself into these situations? Already, he was in danger again for the second time that week. The first time, he had nearly been hit by lightning and it was by a fluke that he had been saved—Henry had pulled him back inside the doorway. And now this? This week was just getting better and better.

In his mind, he could hear his older brother laughing at him and calling him a wimp. They had been wrestling and Dex had easily overpowered him, holding him in a chokehold. Beary had started crying—he had been seven at the time; Dex had been thirteen—and Dex, his supposedly "protector" from the bullies on the playground, called him a weak little wimp and a baby. Those words from his older brother had hurt more than the chokehold and the bruises he got from wrestling. From that day forward, Beary resolved to keep his feelings of sadness to himself and fight back.

Which, at the present time, he did, despite his captor's warning of him dying if he fought back. He was sick and tired of being weak.

With a small yell, he brought his foot down against the man's ankle, earning a scream of pain and the feeling of being released.

"You little bastard!" the man shouted, his voice laced with pain.

He took the moment of freedom to his advantage and began to run as fast as he could towards the front of the bus. He cleared the front of the bus and looked to his right, seeing the very people he wanted to—the Bears and Roadie—running towards him with mixtures of panicked and relieved expressions on their faces. A relieved sigh passed through his lips. "Guys…"

A sudden, searing white-hot pain spread through his leg and arm, sending him to the ground, rolling over a few times, with a pained shout. He came to a stop on his side, not able to move as pain radiated throughout his body. Something warm spread along his arm and leg as he let out a high-pitched whine. His eyes were wide with terror and pain.

His captor stepped out from around the bus, absolutely furious. "You little-"

"BEARY!" Henry shouted when he saw the cub go down, hard.

The man turned and looked at Henry in amusement. "Hello, Henry. Miss me?" he asked, kneeling down next to the trembling, injured cub, who was still whining. He lifted the cub up slightly, wrapping his arm around his neck once more, squeezing tightly and cutting off the whines. He looked at the group coming towards them and grinned sickly.

The running group came to a halt fifteen feet away from the duo, their expressions livid. "Leave him alone, Reed," Henry snarled.

"Why the hell did you shoot him?" Zeb growled, his fists clenching tightly.

Beary was fighting to breathe; his mouth opened and closed, trying to draw in the precious air he needed. His right arm and left leg were bleeding heavily, which wasn't helping him stay conscious.

"I told him not to try and fight me. He wouldn't win." Reed's grip on the cub's neck intensified. Beary's kicking and squirming was getting weaker and weaker by the moment. "Get in the bus, or he dies," the banker growled.

"Just let him have some air and we will!" Trixie cried, absolutely terrified at the moment.

Thimple thought for a long moment before nodding. He loosened his grip slightly, allowing precious oxygen to fill Beary's lungs.

The sudden allowance of air proved to be too much for the ten-year-old's brain, sending it into overload. His eyes widened before closing, his world going dark.

The last thing he heard was someone—or was it many someones?—screaming his name.

.~*~.

He awoke, his arm and leg throbbing painfully, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. His head was resting on something soft and warm. He moved his head slightly, trying to see what he was resting against.

A golden face looked down at him, forest green eyes staring into his own hazel ones. "Shh…" the owner of the forest green eyes whispered as a gentle paw ran down his cheek.

The eyes looked so familiar. "J-Jewel…?" he questioned softly. "Wh-What are you… doing here…?"

The eyes blinked before widening slightly, filled with surprise. "I'm not Jewel, kiddo… Shh… Save your strength… Don't go back to sleep… Please, don't go back to sleep…"

He couldn't comply with her request as he drifted back into nothingness, despite her pleading with him to stay awake.

.~*~.

"Do you think he's goin' to be all right?"

"I don't know, Fred… I really don't know…"

"He's lost a lot of blood… We can't stop the flow completely…"

"And we're stuck in this damn cage! He needs a hospital!"

"I know that, Zeb! We all do!"

"I can't believe what that bas-"

"Hey, guys! I think he's comin' around!"

He blinked sleepily and let out a slightly pained moan. He felt like he was floating on a fluffy cloud, his body nearly numb. His eyes took a while to focus, but even when they did, everything was blurry.

A soft paw touched the side of his face, brushing his cheek. "Hey, kiddo…"

The voice was more familiar than it had ever been as Beary's mind traveled down memory lane to a very, very long time ago. "D-Daddy…?" he whispered, blinking slowly. "D-Dat y-you…?"

There was a soft chuckle. "Yeah, kiddo. It's me…"

There were a few gasps of surprise and confusion. "But, Henry… You said-" whoever was speaking didn't get a chance to finish before his voice spoke again.

"I'll explain later. It's a very long story."

"Y-you c-come b-back… M-Mama said y-you w-would w-when it was s-safe…" He suddenly blinked, his mind trapped in a memory. "Mama! She's h-huwt!" The effort it took him to speak exhausted him.

"Shh, kiddo… Save your energy…" There was a choked cry. "You're going to see her soon…" Something wet fell on his face. Only later would he realize that it was a teardrop.

"Henry, Helen's de-" Once again, whoever was speaking didn't get a chance to finish before he let out a pained cry. "Hey!"

"Zeb, shut up!" Another voice, female, growled. "We all know that Helen's g-gone..." She let a pained cry filled with sorrow. "He's not… Beary's not going to make it if… if we don't get him out of here." She broke off before speaking again a few moments later. "Henry… Henry knows this… And we all know that this is his and Helen's son…" She broke down in tears.

Beary blinked. He hated it when someone cried because of him. "No cry… Please, no cry…"

The crying slowed before coming to a stop. "All right, Beary… No cry…" the female said, her voice still filled with sorrow.

"We can't do the concert… There's no way…" another voice whispered. "Not when he's d-dyin' because of us…"

"You h-have too…" he softly cried, his memory coming back a little. He hadn't gathered all of them up for nothing. Wait. Did they just say he was dying? He didn't know for sure as his vision faded in and out.

There was silence for a moment, before several voices spoke at once. "All right, kiddo. We'll do it for you…"

"I f-feel…so c-cold…" he whispered a few moments later, his voice getting softer and softer.

He heard someone crying again, but he didn't have the energy to say anything about it. He felt so tired. So, so tired. It was beginning to hurt to breathe, almost as if something was sitting on his chest, weighing him down.

Someone, whom he guessed was his father, was now gently rocking him side to side, singing a familiar lullaby. More tears fell onto his face.

Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels, God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I, as my loved ones' watch, am keeping,
All through the night

His eyes were drifting close as he slowly fell into a soothing darkness. He could feel a pair of warm arms wrap around him. A second voice, a voice he knew all too well, had joined in with the singing.

Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I, as my loved ones' watch, am keeping,
All through the night

"It is not yet your time, little one," the voice of his mother whispered in his ear. "There is too much for you to do. Don't give up."

Okay, Mama… he answered back, trying his best to stay awake, but was failing miserably as darkness surrounded him.

"BEARY!" The voice was new, but just as familiar.

Dex…?

"BEARY!" This voice was also new, but extremely familiar. "Beary, wake up! Please wake up!"

Jewel…

"NO! NO, BEARY!" the young female, he could only guess was Jewel, screamed. He suddenly felt as if he was being lifted into the air. "Beary, stay awake! Please!" Another paw, much smaller than the others, gripped his own.

He tried to focus on her golden face as he drifted through the air, but was only able to see a hazy, golden shape. "J-J-Jewel…" he whispered. He somehow managed to reach out and touch her cheek in his extremely weakened state.

He could hear her crying. "Don't leave me! I love you!"

He couldn't think anymore as he fell victim to the comforting darkness, his mind shutting down.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wanna read what happened in the gang's POV? Check out chapter two!