Still don't own TDI or Xiaolin Showdown! Anyways, sorry for the late update, but things happened and I actually completely forgot about most of my fanfics and crossovers until I went into my internet bookmarks and found the bookmark for and then I realized what monstrous deed I had done in neglecting them all.

So, I've decided that since I've got so many to update in such short a time (as well as the upcoming hour-long restriction with my writing source) I've had to cut down and put some of them on Hiatus. I've gone ahead with this one, so I'll keep updating what I've already written. But please remember that when I run out of prewritten chapters of mine, I will put the story on Hiatus. You'll be seeing this AN a lot - all over my fanfic updates, to be precise.

Thank you for your continued support! I will try to keep the fanfics and crossovers coming without forgetting!

Over the course of her time in the medical cabin, Sarah became more and more convinced that it had been Chris that had saved her. He was careful with her, even to the point of bringing his own food to share with her. This was against the rules, she knew, but she was technically still asleep to the rest of the world. A little game that they'd created was for one of them to name a topic and then the other one would answer and give another topic. It would repeat like this until they ran out of questions or until Sarah got tired.

"Favorite song," Chris stated one day.

Sarah was quiet before replying "Daddy's Lullaby".

"Your dad has a lullaby?" Chris asked, and Sarah nodded. "Really?"

"I'm not sure where he got it, and it's been so long that I'd nearly forgotten about it. He quoted a couple of lines of it in the letter that he packed in my bag," Sarah said quietly.

"What are the lyrics?" Chris asked curiously.

"I'll love you forever; I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be," Sarah recited. "It can be switched up for a reverse of the song, too. As long as we're living, my daddy, husband, sweetheart, the list goes on. That's how I've been getting to sleep at night is by repeating that song over and over in my head. Okay, I answered three questions of yours, so… favorite color, favorite food, and… funniest memory."

"Ooh," Chris winced as he rubbed his chin and thought about it. "You know, I'd have to say green, steak, and… well, I can tell you the funniest memory of camp so far. Tyler and Delilah went to the bathroom in the woods and squatted over some poison ivy!"

"They didn't!" Sarah said appalled.

"They did," Chris laughed shortly. "That was so awesome!"

"Man, I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces," Sarah said wistfully. "What I wouldn't have given for that."

"I can show it to you on the tapes," Chris hinted, and she perked up, also knowing that there was no doubt a catch.

"What's the catch?" Sarah asked dejectedly, and he tilted his head. "There's always a catch when I want something. Always."

"No, no catch," Chris smiled as he put the tape in and began showing it to her.

Sarah had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the duo. This was absolutely hilarious, and what was better, her teammates were working perfectly without her! It was strange, even though it was evident that they were all worried about her. She could faintly hear Chris eating the meal that he'd brought in, with of course the two plates being separate.

"Chris," Sarah said quietly. "What's it like? To have a loving mother?"

Chris was silent and dropped his fork in shock at what she'd asked. He stared at her as she looked at him with those haunted eyes that he'd seen in the photograph, and his chest and gut clenched again. He sat up slowly, trying to figure out how to best answer her questions.

"It's… it's hard to explain," he said at last. "But… you know that loving feeling that you get from your dad? And the one – you have an aunt, right?" Sarah nodded. "Okay, combine the feelings of love that you get from your aunt and give it the same intensity that you get from your dad's."

"But, dad was always so… scared of mom," Sarah said quietly. "I don't understand."

"Sarah, I hate to say this, but this is one of those things that you just have to experience for yourself to get a feel of it," Chris said sadly. "I'm sorry."

"Oh. What's it like to be married?"

"I, uh, wouldn't know," Chris admitted. "As much as you may think that I have girls dripping off of me like Justina does guys, I don't."

"Really? You're not married?" Sarah asked appalled. "But-but!"

"But what?" Chris asked standing up. "You'll need to eat your food. I have to take you back to the other campers today."

"Okay," Sarah said shrugging, hoping that they wouldn't call her a wuss right out of the gate. "What if they make fun of me?"

"Shrug it off, that's what I do," Chris said calmly.

Sarah began eating silently, and kept looking at Chris as though she were afraid of him. As she finished the first of the four foods that was on it, he realized her fear, and backed off to the other side of the medical cabin.

"Does she really take your food from you?" Chris asked Sarah, and she nodded with tears in her eyes as she chewed and swallowed.

"When I was in elementary and middle schools, she would starve me for getting a bad report card," she sobbed. "Daddy had to come upstairs and sneak me food in the middle of the night. She would do this for days sometimes, and the longest one was-was for a month."

"Whoa, that's totally illegal!" Chris said shaking his head in shock. "How did it stop? Did it stop?"

"It started waning when the month-long one was over," Sarah sobbed. "Uncle Clay noticed how tired I always was and how I'd lost so much weight that my clothes were literally hanging off me as if I were a skeleton."

"It won't happen as long as I'm around," Chris promised. "Not by me, and I doubt it would happen with chef's cooking."

"What are you talking about? Chef's cooking was the first thing I'd eaten in three days just about because I was too terrified of my mother's wrath to do anything," Sarah said shocked. "In all honesty, I've gotten so used to being starved that I can eat almost anything so long as I can get it past the gag reflex. Taste isn't a problem or texture for the most part."

"Man, you are paranoid," Chris said shocked. "How long has your mother been torturing you like this?"

"Ever since I was five," Sarah said dejectedly as she went back to eating.

"What kind of sick woman tortures her children?" Chris asked shock. "Your mother is insane!"

Sarah said nothing but instead settled for eating in silence and letting the tears flow in a calm nervous breakdown. Chris stepped over to her and began rubbing her back, only for her to flinch.

"I won't hurt you," he said calmly. "Let it out. It's long overdue."

Sarah put the now-empty plate on the table and turned to bury her face in his chest and bawl her eyes out like a frightened child. Chris stared in shock before lowering himself into a chair and putting a hand behind her head gently and the other arm around her upper back in a protective position that his own mother used to do. He began rocking back and forth, and he realized what would calm her down.

"I hate her forever; I'll like you for always. As long as we're living, my camper you'll be," he began reciting softly as he gently rocked her. it seemed to calm her a tiny bit, so he kept repeating this phrase until finally Sarah was silent, and he looked down to find that she'd fallen asleep on him.

"Chris," she said aloud, making him wonder if she was really asleep. She nestled into his shirt some more before murmuring again. "Chris…"

He felt both feelings of tightness enter his gut and chest again as he realized that this young teen was turning to him for guidance and help and possibly getting a little bit more out of it.

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