Riley greases up the last wheel on the track. "Alright that ought to do it," she says and sits the can of grease off to the side. "Gray, you want to give me a hand?" Gray gets up from his seat on top of a toolbox and walks over to help her. They both grab the bottom of the garage door and yank it a couple inches up. It floods the garage with light and fresh air. They open it slowly stopping every time the wheels screech. Riley makes a face at the high pitched whines, either pursing her lips and closing her eyes tightly or gritting her teeth together. "Shhh," she tells Gray as they come near to the end of the track and the wheels scream again. They stop for a second. "Alright ready?" she asks the boy and he nods. "One, two, three!" They both push off with all their might and the door slides all the way open and crashes against the end of the track, and rust falls from overhead. Both of them freeze at the loud sound, Riley's hands go out to her side as if trying to steady herself and both of their eyes widen as they listen for any sign of movement outside. Thirty seconds go by and nothing happens. "I think we're good," Riley says as she lets out the breath she was holding. Both of them move again, relaxing. Gray walks back over to his seat on top of the toolbox and Riley walks over to Zach who had popped the hood on both jeeps to access them.

"What's the damage?" she asks him looking between the two engines.

"Hard to say. I'm not exactly an expert. I think its it's the timing belt," he tells her. Taking a quick look under both hoods she sees the problem and knows how to fix it immediately, but she knows if she points it out so quick he'll probably get upset. As Owen says, 'No one likes a smart ass.' So she decides to try to guide him towards the answer.

"Alright. How can I help?" she ask.

Zach gives her a questioning and shocked look. Obviously not expecting her to want to help. "Umm...I guess you can…" he looks around trying to find a job for her to do. Finally he points at a tool cart a few feet away, "Hand me a wrench?" She looks at the tools and then back to him. She shakes her head and chuckles. She walks over and takes the wrench from the cart, then tosses it at his feet. She wasn't going to be a damn assistant. He jumps to avoid it hitting his foot as it clatters to the ground. He picks up the tool and stands up to give her a 'what the hell?!' type look, but she's already walking away. She grabs and old metal bucket, takes it over next to the toolbox Gray is sitting on, flips it over, and takes a seat next to him. "Is he always so...prideful?" she asks the younger brother.

Gray cocks his head to the side in a noncommittal gesture while messing with his shoelaces. "Sometimes."

"Doesn't that drive you crazy?"

Gray shrugs. "I guess. But that's kind of what family does." She shakes her head in annoyance. "Don't you have siblings that drive you crazy?"

Riley has always considered the Raptors to be like her siblings, but she doesn't think she's ever been annoyed with them. Then again she can always explain away they're unusual behavior with the excuse that they were animals and didn't know any better. She wonders what Zach's excuse is. "I grew with it being just my uncle and I, so no."

"Where is he, your uncle?" Gray asks.

"He's out there. He's probably looking for us right now," she tells him and he smiles hopeful.

"Don't lie to him," Zach grumbles without looking up from the engine. Riley slowly looks over to the teen glaring.

"Excuse me?" she bites. Zach stops his work, rolls his eyes, and fixes Riley with a glare that rivals her own.

"Your uncle isn't looking for us. He's probably on lock down, at the resort, like the rest of the visitors here." He switches his attention to his little brother, who's face had been stripped the hope it had before. "Nobody's looking for us, Gray. Why do you think I'm over here fixing this stupid thing?" He hits the side of the Jeep in frustration.

"For your information, my uncle and I aren't visitors. He knows this jungle and everything in it like back of his hand. He knows how to track us and he's out there with your aunt. They are going to find us."

"I knew you looked familiar!" Gray says amazed. "You're Raptor Riley!" If people really followed what was going on at the park, they would know about her, her uncle, and the annoying nickname everyone called her.

"Who?" Zach questions.

"Her and her uncle broke ground in the raptor animal training program. They raised a small group of raptors from birth and actually became apart of the pack! You're amazing. I've read everything you and your uncle have written on the raptor program." Riley hates the attention most of the time but Gray is so excited she couldn't help but smile.

"Aunt Claire's out in the jungle looking for us?" Zach asks softening. The building argument seemingly squashed by Grays endorsement of the parks 'raptor girl'.

"How do you think I found you so fast?" Zach rubs the back of his neck almost embarrassed before silently turning back to the Jeep. Riley takes her eye off him finally instead looking at the floor. She uses both hands to wipe the few falling hairs back into her braid. Gray looks up to watch the motion and takes notice of her bandaged wrist.

"Your wrap's are wet," he states. She looks at her wrist to see a some blood has soaked through the wraps and the once white gauze has turned brown from the water and mud she's been through today. She shrugs it off.

"I'll be fine." She looks back up, but Gray still seems concerned. He drops to his knees from the toolbox and unzips his fanny pack to go through it.

"You'll get an infection that way," he argues. "I have some more bandages." He pulls out a small first aid kit the sure enough has a small roll of new bandage in it.

"No, Gray. It's fine really," she tries to assure him but he grabs her arm anyway and goes to work unwrapping her wrist.

He cleans her wound, wiping it down with disinfectant, putting a small amount of some sort of cream on it gently with his finger, and then wraps it again. "Is that too tight?" he asks as he ties it up. She gives him an endearing smile and shakes her head.

"No. Thank you." Gray smiles back then let's go of her arm. A loud clang interrupts them and they both look over at Zach who's holding his right hand and cursing under his breath.

"Dammit!" he hisses. He looks over at them and sees that Riley has a smug grin on her face. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction he shakes his hand out and uses it to pick up the wrench he abandoned. Riley rolls her eyes at his stubbornness, pushes herself to her feet and walks over. She slowly approaches the car and leans against the driver door nonchalantly.

"Hey, Zach," she says as sweetly as she can, but she's pretty sure it came off condescendingly.

"What?" he bites through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you let us help you with Grease Lightning here." She taps on the side of the car twice. "Hmm? What do ya say?"

He just waves her off. "No, no. I've got it." Her head falls back in frustration at this boy. "It's just the timing belt. I'll have it fixed in no time."

Riley rolls her eyes. "Yeah that's likely," she whispers sarcastically.

"What?" Zach demands, irritated. She pushes off the Jeep.

"Nothing. Have fun there, Zuko." She starts to walk away but hears the wrench clatter to the ground, as Zach throws it in frustration.

"What's your issue?" he yells at whips her head back around so fast her hair goes with it.

"My issue?" she yells back.

"Guys," Gray stands up and tries to interrupt.

"Yeah! You've been an insufferable, smart-ass this entire time!"

"Well my role choices were pretty limited for this group. 'Idiot-tool' was already taken!

"Guys! Please be quiet." They both look back to see tears gathering in Gray eyes. It's obvious, he's scared.

"Gray," Riley steps forward, grabs Gray by the shoulders, and bends down to his height, "it's okay.".

"Yeah, Man. We talked about this. No crying." Zach tells him. Riley whips back to him.

"Zach!"

"What?" he throws his arms out.

"Zach says it's childish to cry," Gray tells her failing at calming her down. She rubs her thumbs over his shoulder trying to soothe him.

"That's because your brother is an idiot,"
"I'm the idiot?" Zach asks offended.

"You're the we're in this mess in the first place!" she yells at him without trying to raise her voice too high. She slowly approaches him with fire burning in her eyes "You come to my home, my island, steal a gyrosphere and then you're stupid enough to drive it into a restricted area. Ever since I met you," she pokes him in the chest and he stumbles backwards a bit, "I've had to save you from a forty foot dinosaur," she pokes him again, "jump off a cliff," poke, "into a waterfall," poke, "and trek through unknown jungle." She throws her arms out to and Zach reaches up to rub the sore spot she had created on his chest. "Then I have to sit here while you waste mine and everyone's time trying to fix a timing belt, when the actual problem is the alternator in this Jeep. Which can be replaced with the one in that car over there!" She points at the other Jeep and huffs finishing her rant. Zach doesn't say another word as she stares him down, his eyes are as wide as saucers. Gray has stopped crying behind her and they all stand in silence waiting for someone to break the silence, or move, or blink, or breath. Finally Zach steps around Riley. He walks over to where the wrench had landed when he threw it. He silently picks it up then twirls it around in his fingers for a little. He finally looks back up at Riley then holds out the wrench handle to her. She slowly takes it as if she's waiting for a catch.

"What do we do?"

Riley has been slaving over the car for a little over a half an hour and is just about finished. Gray is standing in the garage door way and Zach is sitting on the toolbox glancing up at her every now and then. She feels his eye peer up and land on her once again. She stops her work, sighing and looks over at him just in time to see him quickly look away. She rolls her eyes at his obviousness. "Hey, Zach," she calls but the older boy doesn't look up.

"Yeah?" he asks while shuffling his foot across the concrete ground.

"Come here." She beckons him over and he complies, pushing himself up and meandering over. "Here." She hands him the wrench and he takes it confused before he bends over the Jeep with her.

"What's up?"

"I need to get the battery out in order to replace the alternator but I need help." Zach nods in understanding and leans in under the hood to start.

"Where did you learn to do this anyway?" he asks curious.

"My uncle, Owen, he likes to keep busy. We have a ton of these old Jeeps on the island. Sometimes he takes them, fixes them up. I pay attention." She shrugs like it's no big deal. Zach nods, pursing his lips, impressed and begins to unscrew some wires. Riley looks over to Gray who's still standing in the doorway, passing the time by throwing pebbles into some brush. She figures he's out of ear shot but still lowers her voice, "Why did you tell Gray that it's childish to cry?"

Zach scoffs. "He took that totally out of context. He thinks our parents our getting a divorce." Growing up with a single uncle she's never thought about things like divorce and how that could affect a kid like Gary.

"Are they?" she asks prying. Zach pauses his work and his shoulders slump as he looks up at her. "I know it sounds bad, but...I hope so."

Her eyebrows knit together in shock. "Why?"

"All they ever do is fight. They try to hide it, think Gray and I don't notice. But it's been long overdue. It happens, it's no big deal." He starts back up on unscrewing the battery. She can't believe his indifference to something so tragic.

"It is to Gray. And you think telling him to 'grow up' is the best thing for him? He's just a child."

"Yeah and he's also my brother," Zach says stopping what he's doing and facing her. "I screw sometimes but I am trying to do what's best for him. Especially now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not an idiot. I know I'm tough on him, but it makes him stronger." He turns back to the Jeep and this time it's Riley's turn to feel like the jerk she's made Zach to be all day. He's trying to hide it but underneath, but she can tell Zach really does care about his brother. "He's a good kid but if you'd see the way the other kids treat him back in Ohio. I'm about to leave for college and if our parents really are getting divorced, he gonna have to grow some thick skin and fast. I just can't be there to protect him forever." Riley stares at him scrutinizingly. Zach must have felt the hole she was drilling in the side of his head cause he looks back up at her. "What?" he asks. Her face softens as she takes a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you." He gives him a questioning look but neither one of them breaks eye contact. Suddenly Zach's lips twitch into a shy smirk. "What?" she asks her lips starting to pull into a smile themselves. He shrugs now smiling fully. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He clears his throat and averts his gaze back to the engine.

"I'm not looking at you like anything." She smirks and opens her mouth to say something else but then she hears a snap as he pulls the battery out of its place. "Got it. Gray, come over here." His little brother drops his handful of pebbles and comes to stand beside the Jeep as Zach pulls out the battery. Just then a sound comes from outside, they all jump and freeze. "Do you think it's out there?" Zach asks Riley. He looks outside but from his peripheral can see his little brother's eyes widen in fear and hear him breathing harder. Zach shakes off his own fear quickly and puts on a brave face for Gray's sake. "Cause I know for a fact, that it is definitely not out there," he says recovering. "Alright? We're totally safe," he assures. "Here, take this." He hands the heavy battery to Gray and the boy struggles to hold it. "You're stronger than me." Zach goes to take the alternator out of the other jeep and Riley smiles slightly to herself.

A while later they finally get the alternator replaced and the battery back in. Zach strips off his flannel and wipes his hand clean before he tosses it to Riley. She catches it with ease but gives him a questioning look. "You have grease on your face," he tells her gesturing to her left cheek. She groans.

"Thanks," she says wiping the black smudge away then tosses it over near the toolbox as Zach screws the last piece into the engine. "Alright," he says confident in their work, "turn it over." Gray, sitting in the driver's seat, turns the key in the ignition. The car sputters for a moment but then roars to life bringing smiles to their faces. "Whoo!" Zach cheers.

"It works!" Gray celebrates with him.

"Do you hear that?" he asks Riley.

"Yeah and so does probably half the jungle. We have to get out of here," she rushes them. Zach slams the hood shut and they all jump in the car with Zach behind the wheel.

"I thought you failed your driver's test?" Gray asks.

"What!" Riley exclaims from the back seat.

"Relax. Okay?" he tries to calm her. "I only failed the driving part." He smirks at her through the rear view mirror. Riley's eyes widen and she holds on tight as he speeds off making the wheels screech as they bolt through the thick trees.