Author's Note: A word to the wise: If you are currently reading both the supers sequel story and this one, STOP. Take it one at a time. The characters in the two stories go under the same names and appearances but have contrasting personalities and positions in the story. It will confuse you beyond belief since Kemp is the sweet, forgiving lover in this one and a volatile, slightly insane villain in the other, and many more circumstances of the sort…

1

When a not-so-clever hydokenetic and a slightly diabolical genius who can communicate with the avian species hit the ground tumbling, the outcome can be pretty unpredictable.

For one thing, let's consider the factor of a third party. Landon, who currently watches the battle with wide eyes and a passive position, will not intervene. Nikki, who can sense moods, had her head filled with wild, almost painful emotions, and was neither of sufficient size nor bravery to interrupt a fight. Claire was standing, mouth gaping, grasping Cam's shoulder and silently thanking god that she had a stable relationship. Cam was the most likely to stop the fight short, since Derrick was his friend and Kemp was an asshat. He was biased though, and he would probably want to beat Kemp down a little before assuming the position of the Good Samaritan who stops the fight. Massie was simply astonished and not in any mental (or physical, for that matter) state to push her two boyfriends away from each other. And so the fight ensued until an authority arrived on scene.

It just happened to be Chad.

"What the heck is happening out here?" he demanded furiously, stomping out of cabin 8, red faced and shirtless.

He yanked Derrick off poor inferior Kemp, who had been doing a great deal of wincing and hardly anything else while Derrick pounded him.

"You okay, buddy?" Chad awkwardly assisted Kemp while Massie and Derrick had a silent glare contest. There were a lot of emotions passing around. Nikki broke off in a sprint towards the lake, overwhelmed.

"What the heck is your problem?" Chad had been watching (and coveting) 90210 in his private bedroom, munching on cheese sticks when these scoundrels had interrupted his down time. And at the climatic point of the season finale too!

He gave Derrick a light shove. "That's 7 points for horseplay, you."

"And how about 10 points to Massie for infidelity!" Kemp declared angrily, then regretted it seconds later.

Chad didn't understand. "No, she already has 9 points from last night. We'll wait a few more hours before issuing anymore points." He sighed. "Though god knows they're all well deserved."

Massie lowered her head shamefully.

"I don't care what this is about," Chad concluded. "But don't go near each other again. And you, blondie, next time beat on a kid who's worth the fight," he added, scrutinizing Derrick's unworthy opponent with disdain. He turned and retreated to the cabin.

"You jerk!" Derrick cried. Massie flinched.

"Massie, I can't believe you!" Kemp chimed in, stomping his foot. His neatly combed hair was now disheveled. His crisp button up was rumpled and bloodstained.

"I'm—I'm sorry!" Massie cried, and hurried off in the other direction.

Claire followed, grimacing at Massie's two men apologetically before doing so.

"Well that was fun," Landon said after a thick silence.

The group dispersed.

Landon headed towards the lake to catch up with Massie and attempt to comfort her. He hated east-side Americans. Drama followed them around like their shadows.

"Hey there buddy!" A sarcastically enthusiastic voice called after him.

Landon groaned and turned. "Hi, Dempsey."

"That wasn't so great, eh?" Dempsey smirked, jerking his thumb back towards cabin 8. "But I guess it was her fault."

"Leave me alone, Dempsey." Landon turned and headed off again.

Dempsey caught his shoulder. "Not so fast, Landon."

Landon turned, grim-faced, and sighed. "What is it you want?"

"Why are you here?" Dempsey asked flatly. He had dropped the enthusiasm pretense.

"I have to be. It's not a choice, thank you."

"Well there's several extra-camps on the west coast…why Lake Cross?"

"No particular reason." Landon scuffed the ground with his black converse heels.

Dempsey glared and lowered his voice conspiringly. "There's something you're keeping from everyone. I'm eager to find out what."

"Um, can we not do the whole "enemies" thing?" Landon crossed his arms over his chest. "I just want to finish the summer and be done with these stupid camps. I don't want us fighting or anything, you know, earning demerit points."

Dempsey laughed darkly. "Well. I may not be able to accommodate that." He walked off slowly, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Landon—he was grinning like he had a plan.

Landon rolled his eyes and continued towards the lake.

2

"I guess I expected it to happen," Massie sobbed. "I mean, who the hell knew Kemp was a late-bloomer extra?" She wiped her wet face on her cardigan. "Certainly not me!"

Claire tried to soothe her, but Massie had reduced to blubbering and mumbling and staring into the water introspectively, then going off muttering about existentialism.

"What's the point of even living if bad things happen?" she demanded.

Claire sincerely hoped that was rhetorical. She was in no mood to engage in a philosophical debate.

"Listen, if you want we can both transfer to Leotaw down in Maine. Apparently it's the third best extra camp in the"—

Massie dismissed her suggestion with a wave of her hand. "No. I'm not going to run away from this. I have to solve it." She stood, took a deep breath, and began marching towards cabin 8.

Landon caught her half way there.

"Are you okay?"

Massie shook her head. "I just need a hug," she muttered without any forethought.

He frowned a little, but accepted her hug when she practically threw herself on him.

At that moment Derrick chose to be walking down the path to the like with his new jealousy-trigger—Nikki.

"Oh are you serious?" Derrick nearly shouted. "Three guys?"

Landon pulled away from the embrace. "Whoa, hey, this isn't anything!"

Massie felt an impulse to make Derrick angry—very angry.

Who was he to already be taking revenge on her—with an innocent nerdy girl like Nikki?

"Actually, it is," she said, and kissed Landon—aggressively, Landon reflected later.

"You're incorrigible!" Derrick snapped, and stomped off, Nikki trailing behind.

Massie was stunned that that word was within his intellectual grasps.

Landon pushed her away gently. "This is so wrong," he said.

"Oh please, Landon. Don't go all ethical on me now." She kissed him again.

This time he didn't stop her.

3

Kemp sat—rather perched—on a tree stump, his favorite avian companion, Ted, a falcon, perched beside him.

He sighed forlornly. "I was so excited, Ted." He looked at his friend earnestly. "I can't believe she has another boyfriend. And he's Saskatchewanian. Is that a threat do you think?" The bird preened its feathers silently. "Of course it is!" Kemp groaned melodramatically. "I mean isn't there supposed to be like, beautiful corn fields there or something? Is he a farm boy who lifts heavy things and knows how to plant a field?" He buried his face in his hands. "And how can I win Massie back if I've upset her?"

He invited Ted onto his arm. The bird climbed onto his arm and offered him a sympathetic expression. "Could you do me a favor, Ted?"

Ted stared blankly.

"I know this is downright mean, but I hate that farm boy with every fiber of my being. Would you mess with him a little?"

Although the bird didn't understand English, and if it did, it certainly wouldn't understand the colloquialisms Kemp used, but it knew what the spiteful, dark feeling Kemp was projecting indicated—and it grasped the image of the blonde boy its friend so passionately despised.

With a fierce squawk, the bird lifted into the air, its talons sharp and eager.

Kemp, the aspiring ornithologist, sat back down and waited for his bird friend to wreak havoc on his human enemy.

4

When Massie heard Derrick was in the infirmary, she suspected either Landon or Dempsey had gotten to him.

But certainly not Kemp—Kemp, the loving, harmless boy? Not him. Oh no. He couldn't hurt a fly—he couldn't hurt a dead fly! Well, no one can hurt a dead fly—it's dead. But in short, Kemp was as harmless as a goat (with its horns removed). But even goats can be conniving fiends. Massie heard from Claire that Derrick was attacked by a vicious, unprovoked falcon. She'd heard from Chad that Kemp's extra was communication with the avian species…she could put two and two together. Massie's goat was becoming quite the wrongdoer. And it was her fault. She'd tainted his innocence—inadvertently? Yes, but that was beside the point. Tainting the innocent is an inexcusable act. Incidentally, so was attacking someone via falcon.

Massie wandered into the infirmary after pacing outside for several minutes.

She envisioned a pleasant, heartbreaking hospital scene, like you see in the movies, when the woman sees her man in pain, perhaps on his death bed, and suddenly past trials are forgotten, and they heartily embrace, their contact made somewhat awkward by the hospital bed restraints…

"I'm here to see Derrick, he got attacked by a bird," Massie told the allegedly sassy infirmary nurse.

She glared sullenly at Masse through thick bifocals. "Actually, Miss Massie, Derrick has requested that you not be permitted into his room."

Massie's hospital scene slipped from her clutches. Her face burned.

"Um, are you sure about that?"

The nurse stared. "Quite," she replied after a hefty silence.

"Well, what room is he in, just so I can send him something nice?" Massie tried.

"Room 3," the nurse told her grudgingly.

Massie left the room hastily.

She wandered around the back of the building till she found the window of what she assumed to be room 3. She pushed open the window and climbed inside.

A first year camper was lying in the bed in her undergarments, reading Harry Potter and apparently suffering from chicken pox.

She screamed.

"Jesus Christ, sorry!" Massie shouted, scrambling out of the room before her ears started to bleed.

"Minor miscalculation," she muttered under her breath as she relocated Derrick's window.

Derrick was reading a People magazine, sniggering delightfully at the Jersey Shore cast interview when Massie pushed open the window and pulled herself in. He yelped and stuffed it under his sheets.

"You!" he hissed. "Out! Out!"

"Derrick, calm down," she whispered impatiently. "And quiet!"

"Get out of my room!" He said loudly.

He was bandaged all over. Massie swore under her breath. "Wow, Kemp really did a number."

"That bird was crazy!" Derrick cried incredulously. "It was trying to tear out my throat!"

"He wouldn't go that far…" Massie said unsurely.

"Well he's a rookie! He can't control himself! He's like a freaking bird controller in a diaper!"

"Oh stop it."

Derrick scowled at her. "Go away, Massie. Go have your little fun with the teleporter."

"I only kissed him because you were with Nikki."

"I was only with Nikki because you cheated on me."

"Yeah, during the year. You know I hate long distance relationships."

They bickered for a while longer.

Finally, the nurse came in to change Derrick's bandages and shouted at Massie to get out.

She also issued Massie a demerit point for sneaking into the room without the nurse's or the patient's consent.

"Shit," Massie said, realizing she'd nearly exceeded the demerit point limit.

"That's another point for using profane language!" the nurse screeched.

Massie growled an apology and stomped out of the infirmary.

5

"That was a terrible apology," Massie said later that night. "We just fought. Then that nurse came in and totally disrupted the peace."

"From what I hear," Landon said wisely, "it wasn't peaceful."

Massie looked at him. "We were getting there."

"I'm sure."

Is she even going to acknowledge the fact that we made out for eleven minutes and then she ran off, claiming she had to apologize? Landon thought, annoyed. I'm not some rebound guy, thank you. I have feelings.

Landon was more sensitive than he looked/seemed. That was partially what made him so adorable to Massie.

"And you know what's the worst?" Massie said.

"Oh?"

"They're not even worth it."

Landon smiled. "Really?"

"You're worth it," she said silkily, inching closer. "I mean, not only are you much taller than both Derrick and Kemp," she said with a giggle, "you're also sweeter, smarter, and more powerful."

Landon's smile became a grin. "Nice to know."

Need the narrator even type the next sentence? I'm sure the audience has a fair idea of who will interrupt their pleasant exchange.

"Oh hey Landon," Dempsey said brightly.

He was standing over their table in a strangely daunting way. "Did a little research tonight." He looked meaningfully at Landon. "So, should I tell her, or will you?"

"Go the hell away," Landon growled.

"I will, then." Dempsey opened his mouth to reveal something Landon really did not want to be revealed.

Landon jumped up, snatched Dempsey's arm, and they both disappeared.

"Well shit," Massie said. She finished her meal in solitude.

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