Disclaimer: I don't own any Sly Cooper characters; they belong to Sucker Punch Productions. I don't own and Crash Bandicoot characters; they belong to their rightful owners.

Claimer: I own all of my original characters.

Finally got another story idea! However, there are a few things that are different in this story than any of my others. First of all, the point of view will change repeatedly! I'm doing this for both a slight change in my stories and the way I want this story to go will depend on it and don't worry I will make it clear who the point of view is from. Secondly, this will be a crossover story between Sly Cooper and the Crash Bandicoot games. Granted, it won't be in the crossover section until a few chapters are up but it will eventually go into that section. And finally, I'm planning on making this the longest story I've posted so far so I'm hoping that'll come true. So, please read and review and let me know what you think of it so far! And I know this chapter is short but they should get longer as the story goes on.

Reunited

Chapter 1: Life's a Beach

I sighed happily as I finally allowed myself to settle into the beach chair resting quietly underneath an umbrella. It had been months since I could actually sit back and relax and I was determined for this to go smoothly. I was tired of Paris and decided to go back home for my long needed vacation. I always found Australian beaches better than the ones you could find anywhere in the United States or any other country for that matter. They were clean, the water was clear near the beach and dark blue the farther out you went, the sand was a soft yellow, and the fact that my vacation home rested only a few feet from the beaches only made me give it a higher rating. I loved coming back home for a vacation, it always reminded me of my childhood before it was corrupted by Cortex.

I pulled my sunglasses down on my face after throwing my ponytail over the back of my beach chair. Even though I couldn't tan because of my fur color, I had put on my bikini a while ago to warm my fur and the skin underneath. I looked around at the scene in front of me and felt at peace. The ocean was directly in front of my beach chair, my house was behind me in the shade of the trees, to my left the geyser was spewing water and multicolored fish from the top which only led the fish back into the ocean from there. Fruit trees were next to geyser and various animals crawling through them while a flock of Ramona birds soared high in the sky. I could faintly make out the silhouette of one of my younger brothers in the distance while a small chick strutted by my chair. The local beach was always littered with chickens, thanks to my brother's love of the birds, but they were never a bother. I could see the ruins of the large tiki statues to my right and noticed the same pelican that I had battled with for my lunch sitting on top. Centuries before my family ever lived here, this island was inhabited with natives that had apparently died off a while ago. Their ruins were littered across the island but I was still convinced there were a few tribes around.

I yawned and closed my eyes aver overlooking the beach. I'd take a quick nap and then turn onto my stomach to warm my back. I had just started drifting off to sleep when my sunglasses were knocked off my face by a beach ball. I brushed my now disturbed bangs from my face before picking up the glasses and beach ball. I looked to the direction where the ball had come from and could see my sister running towards me. The fox eventually came to a stop next to my chair and took the ball from my grasp.

"Sorry, Ramona," Charlotte muttered, "I'm not too good at aiming." I handed her back the beach ball and chuckled. Charlotte was always fun to be around but the girl was the worst aimer I had ever seen in my life. She scampered off down the beach and I went back to my sun bathing. The sun was at the perfect time of day, it wasn't directly over the beach to it was too hot and it wasn't so late so that the sun was blinding someone when they looked at the beach.

I breathed in deeply and could smell the scent of a charcoal grill cooking something. The siblings that I had that were thieves like myself had decided to come to one part of the beach to grill out and enjoy each others company on the first day of our vacation. The smell of grilling burgers made my stomach start grumbling but I couldn't do anything about it yet. The sound of a jet ski on the water filled my ears and everything was making me start to drift of to sleep. I stretched in my chair and yawned again as my eyes closed. Everything was peaceful until I heard my sister screech somewhere down the beach. It wasn't the type of screech that made me think she was in trouble but it sounded like she had just tripped over something; typical Charlotte. The girl was incredibly smart but the biggest klutz in the world. When everything was silent once again, I was drifting off to sleep in the warm sun.

I had finally dozed off lightly when I felt a sharp sting in my side. The sharp sting quickly turned into an electrifying jolt and I shrieked in pain. I rolled off of my chair and landed harshly on my back onto the soft sand. I tried to sit up to what had hit my side but I was completely frozen in place. I couldn't move anything, not even my tail, but I could move my eyes around and breathe. My fingers were twisted so they looked like claws and I could tell the right side of my upper lip was twitching slightly from the shock. I still tried to move until a shadow loomed over me. I look up and my stomach twisted into knots when I saw who it was. I watched as my attacker put away their shock pistol and gave a twisted smile.

"Sleep my insipid angel." The shadow cooed before some sort of fabric covered my body, leaving me in complete darkness.