Okay, soo… Another chapter for this fic… Let me see…

"You could give me a little more space…" Freddy growled as he elbowed Oscar in the side, "I'm almost pressed up against the snow!"

"I said we should make the cave a little bigger. I'm right on the edge here! I have no space to give!"

"Alright, give me the shovel then! I'll make the freaking cave a little bigger!"

"Then we have to get out of our sleeping bags again…"

"Yeah, of course! But MY sleeping bag won't get wet from being pressed up against the wall here, and I won't freeze my ass off! Hence, you won't have to deal with me being cranky and possibly sick for the rest of this rescue mission!"

"OKAY OKAY…" Oscar growled, "I'll hand you a G-D shovel! But you have to do the digging!"

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Pounding. Pounding. Pounding.
That was what his leg was doing, pounding.

Right now he didn't know what was worst, his knee or his ankle. They were both bad. And they both made it nearly impossible for him to sleep.

But at least he wasn't freezing anymore, so he had that going for him.

"Have you heard any more from the rescue squad?" he drawled, he hated how much pain his voice admitted to. He knew it worried the kid.

"Got word they made it further today than what they expected. But they still have at least a full day of travel ahead of them."

"So…"

"So if we're lucky, they'll be here late tomorrow evening. Of course we will have to wait until the next morning to take off again, because it is easier to keep you warm and comfortable in this cabin than in a snow cave or something."

"Think comfortable might be stretching the truth a little too much…" Jack winced.

"You know what I mean…" Mac shot back, "It would likely be worse for you if we were hauled up outside now. I mean, the inside of a good snow cave will be about 32 oF even down to -40 degrees… But in here we must be pushing 70-75 Fahrenheit. If not more!"

Jack nodded, "Guess you have a point there…"

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Oscar was the first one to wake up the next morning. He looked over at the snoring mess he shared the cave with and sighed. He had been on enough rescue missions with Freddy to know that he was NOT a morning person. And that if you wanted to wake him, you ought to have a peace offering like coffee or chocolate ready.

He unzipped his sleeping bag and put on his top layer again. He then kicked out the bag they had placed as the 'door' to the cave. As soon as he saw the weather outside, he knew they had a long day ahead of them.

The sky was cloudy, and it looked like it was still building. A storm that came quickly would pass quickly too. If it came slow, it would last. That was what his grandpa always said anyway, and mostly it held true.

He started brewing some coffee and prepared to wake Freddy.

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He had been awake for almost an hour. An hour of agony and self-pity. He tried remember breathing correctly. A trick he had learned during his childhood, but also had been taught when he finally made the unit.

Deep breaths, holding them for a couple of seconds and releasing it again slowly.

But now it was enough. He needed help. He needed comfort, he needed some relief.

"Mac…" Mac didn't answer, "Hey Mac!"

Mac stirred beside him, blinked his eyes open and looked over. "What?"

"You've gotta help me…"

"M'kay… With what?"

"My leg hurts so freakin' much!" Jack growled desperately, "I don't know, just… Make it stop or something. Make it hurt less!"

Okay. I'll cut this off here, because I am evil and all that.