[*omg this is so funny. I'm dying here. Fucking Jeff. and you included my birthmark detail-AHHHHHHHH- IDK if it really needs a beginning- we can just explain the prompt. But I can write a quick one since you did all the work starting this wonderfulness. I also have a long weekend coming up so I'll have the time to post/proof read everything we got on this on my profile and then I'll make a post on here linking it to there. And then we can go from there.*]

Stanley furrowed his brows when he felt tiny hands slap his face, he coughed as he returned to the waking world. He blinked several times and stared at Stan's too close face.

The now younger Pine's brother breathed a sigh of relief as he backed off, "Finally you wake up. We've needed adult supervision for AT LEAST two hours."

"Wha-?"

Stanley sat up and coughed again. It was night now, the full moon was out. A small campfire was lit not too far away and he saw that all of the Shack's windows and doors were wide open. A lot of books and other items were laid out on the lawn, the building itself looked burnt black but he couldn't tell for sure due to the lack of visibility. It didn't look too bad though. The smell of soot and burnt wood filled the air.

Fiddleford sat by the fire on one of many pillows, wrapped in a blanket and looking over at them.

"About time you woke up, he's been slapping your face for the last while."

"Yeah, I can tell." Answered Stanley dryly as he rubbed his sore cheeks. He got up and walked over to the makeshift campsite.

He surveyed the area as Stan went over and sat down next to Fiddleford, who proceeded to re-wrap him in the blanket they had been sharing.

He rationalized it as a smart tactic to conserve warmth and left it at that.

"What happened? I saw you cast the fire jinx and then it's just a blur of smoke and angry gnomes. Why are you two out here?" Said Stanley as he sat down to join them, he grabbed a blanket of his own from the nearby pile and wrapped himself up. Lying on the cold ground had chilled him.

He was thankful that Stan had remembered their scout training, the fire was small but strong and was already warming him.

"Fidd's managed to drive them off, and then some things kinda caught fire. He put it out though with some water spell. The Shack looked kinda drenched and we didn't wanna risk electrocution by trying to turn on the lights and stuff. So I opened everything I could to try and dry out the house, I also tried to drag out as much as possible to dry while it was still light out, but yeah." Answered Stanford from the comfort of the blanket.

"Just you?" Stanley raised a brow.

"Yeah, Fidd's kinda burned himself so I made him sit while I handled it-Ow!"

Stan rubbed his arm where a pouting Fiddleford had hit him, the smaller boy knew Stanley had to know that he had been injured but it still bothered him that he had hurt himself. Again. And that Stan was so quick to rat him out.

"Where were you hurt?" Asked Stanley worriedly, leaning over for a better look.

Fiddleford tried to curl in on himself but Stanford lifted the blanket and revealed all.

"Hey!"

Stanley sucked in a breath as he took in his compatriot's bandaged arm and feet. He shared a look with his brother and both silently agreed that their third member was not doing ANYTHING related to work for a while. He then noticed that Stan himself had a bandage on his face, but he otherwise seemed fine, thankfully.

"It's not as bad as it seems! Stanford over-wrapped me." Defended Fiddleford quickly.

"Liar." Answered Stanley as he fixed the blanket around them.

Fiddleford hit him again, it was all he could do.

"Quit it. It's not my fault that gnomes decided to attack us. I wasn't the cute sea horse queen they wanted."

Here he grinned and Fiddleford groaned, his face heating up.

Despite himself Stanley couldn't help cracking a smile, and a joke.

"Good thing you got rid of them Fidd's, or my brother would have had some competition."

"Hey! I'm better than some gnome jerk! Competition my butt." Answered Stan quickly, scooting over a little more closely to a deeply embarrassed Fiddleford.

"I would appreciate it if we never spoke about this again." He said, face in his hands.

Stan laughed at the two of them, relieved they all weren't too the worse for wear. A thought came to his mind.

"Hey, where's my journal?"

"Right here." Answered Fiddledford, from under the blankets the smaller boy pulled out the book and handed it over.

Stanley thanked him and grinned at seeing that it was safe. Not even the slightest bit singed. The others were safe in the bunker.

"Looks like we're camping out tonight boys." He said somewhat cheerfully.

[(I think I'll leave it there. LOL. I'm still laughing about that sea horse line. Poor Fiddleford. All Gold)]