A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! It really means a lot to have people telling you you're doing a good job.

I can't say I've ever sabotaged a tent before, so everything written in this chapter is purely made up. It's based on what I know about tents, though. I apologize if it's not explained too well. I tried. Also, this chapter is Johnny/Emma. Just so y'all know.

Disclaimer: Stoked still isn't mine. I'm just playing with the characters and will put them back when I'm done.

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"Now, step one is probably the most dangerous, but simplest."

"And it is?"

"Sabotage."

"Uh…I'm not really sure…"

"No, listen, it'll be fine. Steal their tent pegs, collapse their tents. It's easy."

"But what will that accomplish?"

"Eh, chaos, confusion. Just what you want. Stealing pegs means the tents have nothing anchoring them down, and if you cut through the string in the rod that holds the tent up, well…And as the pièce de résistance, try to steal their food. If they're stupid enough to leave it out, that is."

"Steal…their….food. Got it. Alright, then what?"

"Well, that's the end of step one."

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A series of "Oh no, oh no, oh no!"'s, followed be a quiet crash, followed by a squeaked "oh shoot", woke Johnny. The dark skinned concierge, a light sleeper by nature, sat up and looked at the alarm clock. 4:43, it read in bright red numbers. Who would be up this early?

He got out of bed and, sparing a look at his roommates to make sure they weren't disturbed by the noise, left the room.

As he tip toed down the stairs to the porch, he saw a dark figure moving around. The moon gave him just enough light to make out who it was. Red hair, tan skin, Emma. She was fully dressed and bent down over something, her back to him. Beside her, a pile of magazines lay strewn across the floor. It was probably the source of the crash.

"Oh, this probably won't work." He heard her mutter to herself as she reached for something beside her.

Johnny tip-toed behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She squeaked in fright, straightened up, and turned around, eyes wide.

"Johnny, you scared me! Why are you awake?" she sounded nervous.

"I could ask you the same question." He pointed out to her. "What are you doing up so early?"

She sighed and showed him what was in her hand- a knife.

His eyes widened. "Y-you're going to do yourself in?" he asked, trying to disguise his worry with a joking tone.

She sighed again. "Wouldn't be a bad idea, seeing as how everyone hates me." She said sadly. "No, I'm trying to get those kooks out of The Office."

Johnny felt his heart beat speed up. If only he had the confidence to put his arms around her and comfort her…

He tried for verbal comfort instead. "They don't hate you…" he tried. "They're just…majorly disappointed and angry." Wow, that sounded weak.

"They put fish heads in my bed, and squid in my locker, and no one will talk to me." She countered. "They hate me." She became silent, a sad expression on her face.

He had nothing to say to that, so he changed to subject. "So, you're not trying to kill yourself, you're trying to kill the kooks? Look, I know they're loud, stinky, annoying wave hogs, but isn't that a little harsh?"

She giggled, a soft sound that made his heart flutter. "NO, I have a plan. I just hope it's not a dismal failure like the rest."

She threw the knife into a backpack and picked the backpack up. "Well, wish me luck." She said, slinging the back pack over her shoulder.

Seize this opportunity, a small voice inside Johnny urged. "W-Wait! I'll help you."

Emma looked surprised, but that expression melted into a smile. "Really? You'd do that? Oh, you're such a great friend! Come on!"

Johnny followed her off the porch and into the forest, a smile on his face.

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"Ok, what's your plan?" Johnny asked.

The two were on the edges of the forest that bordered the Office. The setting moon cast pale light over the campsite, illuminating the 3 tents and the remains of a campfire, as well as the mess Shep and his friends had made. Emma turned to face him, a tricky glint in her eye. "Sabotage."

Johnny looked at her, surprised. "That—that seems out of character for you."

She sighed unhappily. "I know. But it's one of the last things I can do."

Johnny felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Here was Emma, trying everything possible to fix the problem she had, admittedly, caused, even to the point of getting up at ungodly hours to do it. And then there was him and the rest of the seniors, doing everything possible to make the rest of her life miserable. Heck, he himself had given Ripper the fish heads to put in her bed. Time to reconcile. "Ok, what can I do?"

"Follow my lead." With that, she took off silently. He caught up to her by the tents, where she had already taken the knife out of her backpack and put it in the sand.

"What are we doing here?" he whispered.

"I want to collapse the tents."

"How?"

Emma hesitated. "Uh…steal the tent pegs. Then meet me back here."

Johnny gave her a mock salute and got to it, pulling pegs out of the sand and covering the tell-tale holes with sand. He met up with Emma about 2 minutes later. She had 6 tent pegs clutched in her hand and a giant grin on her face.

"Eeee! This is so much fun!" she whispered, taking his pegs from him and putting them in the backpack. "Ok, last thing."

She took the knife from the ground and headed towards one of the tents. Johnny followed, watching her. She felt around the outside of the tent until she found something. She unsheathed the knife and began to cut through something. Johnny peered over her shoulder to see what exactly she was cutting.

There were two blue poles that ran from the bottom of the tent up and around the top. The support, he realized. Emma had pulled one of the poles apart to reveal a string underneath, the one that held the pole together. Her knife was cutting through it, thinning it out. She stopped just as the rope looked ready to snap. She turned to the other blue pole and began to do the same thing. When the first rope revealed the second, she backed away from the tent. "I'll go do the last one. When I signal, snap these two and run."

Johnny waited, hands positioned by the ropes. He couldn't help but grin. Emma was a smart one. This might actually get rid of them for good. Or at least get them off the beach for the while. Whatever the case, it would buy all the staff alone time here.

The beam of a flashlight, pointed straight in the air, caught his eye. That had to be the signal. It didn't take much force to make sure the strings snapped- a little tugging and they were gone. The tent began to collapse almost instantly. Johnny ran.

Emma caught up with him seconds later, just as noises of surprise and various expletives began ringing through the Office.

Emma began to giggle, and in spite of himself, Johnny also began to laugh. The two ran, laughing, until they were safely in the forest. It wasn't until then that Johnny noticed the satchel held.

"What's that?"

"Oh…" Emma caught her breath. "It's their food."

"You stole that too?"

"Yeah." She sobered up. "This might not get them off the beach for good, but they'll be gone for a while. It'll give me more time to think of plans to get rid of them."

Johnny shook his head in disbelief. Emma had pretty much the same thought pattern he did. Except for the part about needing to think up another plan. He was about to tell her she didn't have to think up anything else, he had it covered, but he stopped himself. He wasn't even sure his plan was going to work. He gave her a grin instead.

"As long as they're gone for a while. That was an awesome plan."

Emma gave him a heart-fluttering grin back. "Thanks. And thanks for helping me out back there. I really appreciate it."

She threw her arms around him in a hug, but pulled away before he could return it.

"How can I thank you?"

A kiss would be nice…"Uh…are there any granola bars in there? I'm starved."

She laughed and dug around in the satchel. Her face contorted into a grimace as she touched something obviously disgusting, but lit up again as she seemed to find what she was looking for. She threw him a bar. "There you go. Eat it up. We've got a long day ahead of us."

"True that." He muttered, biting down.

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A/N: There we go, the 2nd chapter. The Ty/Emma chapter is coming up soon, for all those like me who love them.

Hope you enjoyed that, and please review. More reviews I get, the faster I feel inclined to update.