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TheGirlWithTheGreenLightSaber: Isn't it awesome when that happens? :D

She had to find out sometime! xD

I have no clue if I used legit correctly there, so if I didn't, my excuse is "the person who wrote the tweet doesn't have a good grasp of English!"

Kaylam: Cliff Hanger, hanging from a clifffffff!...Did anyone else watch that show when they were little? O.o

Annabeth Everdeen: It is about time, isn't it?

The actors probably do. I mean, Jack knows about Jackbuscus, so I bet he knows about Mintern 2 and stuff. I know Lainey Lipson, the girl who plays Scene, knows about Scindie. I bet the other actors know about the shippings, too.

Alex: METAL TO THE RESCUUUUUUUUUUE! xD

paulibuscus: Don't worry, I can't kill her off!...Yet. [evil laugh] Jk... Anyways.

I was laughing the entire time I was trying to write that part. Throwback chasing Bigfoot is what I'd do if I saw the Jersey Devil... Only I'd run in the opposite direction. Probably.

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I hope that the next few chapters don't make you super-fangirly explode if you just exploded because they held hands. XD)

I tumbled down the slope, getting as banged up and scratched up as a person falling down a hill can get. I grabbed for anything to stop my fall, a branch, a rock, anything.

My hand caught something and I gripped it. Looking up, I saw that it was a rock jutting out of the hill face. By the looks of it, it didn't seem like it was in the ground very well. It was already shifting a bit because of my weight.

I looked down to judge how far the bottom of the ravine was. I'd fallen so there was about 7 feet from where I was to the top of the ledge. I guessed if I fell anymore I'd just end up more bruised and perhaps have a dislocated shoulder or other limb get dislocated. The bottom of the ravine looked to be about 20 feet below me and there weren't any other hand holds to use to climb up.

Well, except for Metal.

He was hanging over the edge with his arm outstretched.

"Grab on," he told me.

"How are you going to pull me up?" I asked, completely forgetting that Metal was, well, let's just say very strong physically.

"Don't think about that. Just grab my hand," he told me. I scrambled to get my feet up the steep incline and dug them into the dirt as close to the bottom of my slowly slipping rock hand-hold as possible.

Metal stretched his arm as far as possible and I let go of the rock with one hand, stretching my hand out to meet his.

"It's not gonna work," I stated. Suddenly, I got an idea. I retracted my hand and held onto the rock and quickly figured out how I would do this. Thankfully, the rock was big enough for me to attempt what I was going to do. I swung my left leg up onto the rock and then jumped up.

Metal grabbed my arm and my right ankle slammed into the rock. Hard. Metal almost pulled my arm out of its socket, but I had the instinct to reach for his arm with my other arm as well, so the weight was evened out enough for my arm to not get dislocated. Now I had a better grip and he could pull me up better.

When he did get me back over the edge, I immediately assessed the damage on my ankle. It hurt quite a bit, which couldn't be good.

My face was probably really scratched up and streaked with dirt. My arms were, and so were my pants.

"You can't walk, can you?" Metal asked. I looked at him and fought back the urge to say something sarcastic to him. He had just pulled me up the side of an almost-cliff.

"I might..." I lied. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to walk. I didn't want to have to have him help me back to camp. Stupid Bigfoot. It's all your fault, you crazy cryptid...

I tried to stand, but yelped when I put weight on my right leg and just sat back down on the ground. "OK, I can't walk, obviously... Now what?"

Metal suddenly swept me off of the ground and into a bridal-style hold and started walking back the way we'd come.

After a few minutes of walking and being carried, I asked, "What happened to the thing that jumped out of the bush?"

Metal glanced down at me. "The rabbit?"

I stared at him. "...Did you say rabbit?"

"Yes."

I stared ahead and clenched my fists. "I JUMPED OFF OF A FLIPPIN' CLIFF BECAUSE OF A BLOODY RABBIT?!"

"Technically it wasn't a cliff, it was a slope..."

"I STILL JUMPED BECAUSE OF A STUPID RABBIT!" Stupid rabbit...

Metal snickered a bit and I glared at him.

"Sorry, it's just... Your reaction is funny," he said. I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"Hey, who's the one who pulled you up from the slope you jumped down?"

I glared at nothing in particular. "You."

"Who's carrying you now?"

"...You."

"So don't take it out on me," he finished. I sighed.

"Sorry... It's just... I jumped because of a rabbit," I said. Suddenly I realized how stupid that was. I giggled. "It is rather stupid..."

"You think?" Metal laughed with me. After that, we were quiet for a while again.

Suddenly I remembered the entire reason we were out in the woods anyway. "What happened to the Bigfoot?!"

"I don't know," Metal replied. I sighed and decided to think up how we were gonna get the Sasquatch. I knew most people would want to sleep tonight, but tomorrow night I'd decided we were going to go have a night investigation, like on Finding Bigfoot. How was I going to walk with my ankle screwed up like this? Wait, maybe we could have a base camp set up... Oh! This is going to be fun.

I was so busy thinking about how we were going to do the night hunt that I didn't realize Metal had just carried me over the creek. Erik and Scene ran over to us and started asking question a million miles a minute.

"What happened?" "Why aren't you walking?" "Did you find the Bigfoot?" "Are you OK?" "What's wrong with your ankle?!"

The camera crew rushed over to videotape the footage. I could hear the camera zooming in not on my ankle, but on Metal holding me. The Metaback shippers are going to go crazy when this gets uploaded.

Metal carried me over to a log and let me sit down on it. Everyone crowded around us now and they were patiently waiting for me to explain. I took a breath and started.

"So, I went after the Bigfoot, but it got away, and then... Don't you dare laugh at me Garret... A rabbit jumped out of a bush and scared me, so I jumped backwards and fell down a really steep slope and had to grab a rock to save myself. Metal pulled me back up, but I had to jump off the rock and my right ankle banged into it, and I guess it sprained it or something... I don't really know. Metal grabbed me and pulled me up, we determined I can't walk, and he carried me back here."

Everyone but Metal stared at me. Indie frowned and was about to say something, probably to reprimand me for not getting the Bigfoot, but Matt spoke before him. He walked over and looked at my ankle.

"Erik, get an ice pack and a towel. It looks like you just bruised the bone, see? It's bruising right there. You should be able to walk on it in a few days, so you just need to elevate it for now and keep ice on it to keep the bruise from swelling too much." Did I mention Matt was the only one who passed Health class with a solid A-? He was the only one who paid attention to the first aid portion of the class, I think. That's what I've heard, anyways.

Indie started talking. "How are we going to do the night investigation with a man—sorry, woman, I mean—down?"

"Well, I was thinking, we could just get some rest tonight and tomorrow some people could go scope out some squatchy looking areas, and then tomorrow night I could stay here and act as a base camp. We could use Walkie-talkies to communicate, since I know the Kingsleys probably brought their entire set... Right, guys?" Garret smiled and nodded, so I continued. "The rest of you could split off into groups and do some searching with night vision goggles and stuff."

Indie seemed to accept that as a good idea. "OK. Who's going to stay here with you?"

I frowned. "I don't need—"

"I will," Metal cut me off. "I'm the only one who can carry her, probably."

Indie clapped his hands together and said, "Alright, it's settled. The Kingsleys, Scene, Hip Hop, and myself will split into three groups and Metal and Throwback will stay here and man the base camp."

Everyone seemed to agree with that and they went off to do whatever they needed to do. Erik brought over an ice pack wrapped in a small towel and handed it to me.

"I would've run after you, but Metal was already sprinting across the creek by the time Matt and I'd seen the footage," he said.

"It's fine, Erik. You probably wouldn't have been able to carry me anyways." I poked his arm and said, "You should work out more. And I don't mean on the Wii."

He laughed and left me alone. Scene walked over and sat down next to me. She pointed at Metal and said that he was watching me. I glanced to where she was pointing, and sure enough, Metal was trying to be as subtle as possible while still watching me. OK, I'll admit, that was kind of cute. The fact that he cared at all for anyone else. That's all.

"He was really freaking out when you ran off!" Scene said. I looked at her.

"Why?" I asked.

"Don't you know?" Scene asked.

"Know what...?"

Scene giggled and patted my shoulder. "I'll let Metal tell you when he feels like it, but just one thing: Metaback is totally going to be a real thing soon!"

My jaw dropped. "What?! I couldn't go out with Metal! He's... Why... What makes you say that?!"

She just laughed. "You'll see! He's already told me, so it's only a matter of time before he tells you!" She got up and started walking away.

"Tells me what? What is he going to tell me?" I asked. She just continued walking away, laughing. "Scene! Tell me!" I whined.

What did Scene mean? What was Metal going to tell me?! Why, why, why... Why am I asking so many questions?

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It was time for another one-on-one time with the camera. This time, they'd had Metal help me over to little camping chair that was set up behind a tree a little ways off from the camera crew's tent.

"So... I'm very confused. Number one, when did rabbits get so evil? Number two, what is Metal going to tell me? Number three, why won't Scene tell me anything and why does she think Metaback is going to be a real thing? I don't see any chance for that happening..."

"So you don't find Metal attractive?" one of the crew members asked.

I thought for a moment. "Well, he isn't bad looking, I'll give him that... Just really loud and outspoken. I mean, I'm outspoken too, sure, but he's just... Sort of a douche. He calls the fans "stupids," you know? He's not that bad off camera, but still..."

"What are your thoughts on the shippers?" the crew member asked.

"The shippers? The Metaback ones? Um... Well..." I looked straight at the camera.

"Why?"