Title: Hold On


Summary: Will Scott survive the rapids?


A/N: THe B*Witched song " Hold On" was on the radio when I wrote this (5 hour car ride thank you very much). The lyrics
have very little to do with this chapter. Also, for this " section" of the whole story, there is one more chapter, then
the continuation (it will make more sense when it happens)







At the last possible second before the conciousness and porbably life slipped away, the undertoe
decreased, releasing his foot. Scott gasped and choked for hair, coughing up some water he had swallowed. On shore, Shelby
was not entirely relieved.


" Daddy!" Morgan cried, he pulled himself next to her on the rock. He wrapped an arm around her,
maybe getting her a litle cold, at least she wouldn't go anywhere.


Shelby watched their every move, once in awhile looking behind her among the woods to find nothing
to her approval. " Where are they?" she drunted, referring to Peter, and the help he had gone for. Then she looked back to
where Scott and Morgan were, but now, they weren't alone. Someone had used Scotts abandonded kayak as a bridge to get to
them.


Juliette



" Oh my god!" she cried, covering her mouth.




" Your life would be so much easier if you just give her up Scott" Juliette had him caught between
the edge of the rock and herself, he didn't know what he was to be more afraid of.


" Why do you care?".


" I don't, really, I don't, but, if I get something out of this, mind as well" her grin was wicked,
her voice was light.


Scott didn't want to take his eyes off her, he had a strong feeling she wanted to push. He saw Shelby in a
half gaze, she was waving her arms, he couldn't tell why. carefull, he turned his head more to see her, she was signalling
to something downstream. As Juliette kept talking, Scott saw what Shelby was trying to show him, a fallen tree. It extended
from land and about nine or ten feet into the waiter. Watching the current below, the strange passages led right too it. He
could read her mind and knew what she wanted him to do.


Shelby stopped when she had Scott's attention. After a few seconds, he nodded, at least that's what she
thought he was doing. She watched, his right foot stepped backwards, he held on to Morgan tighter, then let himself slip off
the rock, for good. Her signal to start running.


As they floated, rapidly, downstream, the destination remained empty. He feared Shelby wouldn't make it on
time, but he should have known her better than to loose faith in her. She came running onto the tree, luckily it was wide
enough without concentration, throwing herself onto the wood, vigorusly clutching Scott's hand. The current still tried
to drag them downstream.


" Hold on!" she struggled, the pull was stronger than her hold.


" That would be a good idea".


Morgan had her eyes shut, holding on for dear life. " Hand her to me" Shelby ordered. The current was rather
silent, they heard easily. Opening her eyes, she looked at Scott. He grabbed Shelby's other hand after several attempts.


" Go ahead" he calmy told her. With one hand still on his shoulder, she moved onto her knees as did
Shelby. In one shot, pretty much their only shot, Morgan leaned forward, grabbing Shelby's forearm. She let go of Scott's
hands, one of them, bringing her safely behind her. His other hand slipped, pulling Shelby onto her stomach again.



" You are not going anywhere" she roughly commented.


" Just let go" he said, " I can grab onto something further down".


" Like hell I will!".



Their hands continued to slip, she didn't want to loose him. Maybe there was something further down stream,
maybe not. " I got an idea" really, she was going to make it up step by step, " try and bring your arm around my neck".
He managed it on the first attempt, locking his arm tightly.Her plan backfired, Shelby was beginning to fall as well. First her kness, then eventually her legs. Even
when Scott let go, " okay, bad idea". Though it was hard, Scott pulled his hand away, purposly wanting to. She screamed
after watching him go under. Morgan couldn't tell what was happening from where she was standing.


" Scott!" she screamed over and over, her face inches from the water, keeping a hand below the
surface. Nothing but rocks and water running through her fingers. Seeing her hand again, it was covered in blood that
couldn't have been hers. Tears dwelled in her eyes.


" You're going to fall in" his voice spoke from above where she was lying. Two hands brought her
to standing, she turned around. It was Scott, soaked, freezing, and drenched in blood, but, he was alive.


The two walked to steady land, Morgan immediatly attached herself to his leg. He picked her up, then sat
down next to Shelby in the first. Scott collasped onto his back, exhausted.





~ One more short chapter to this section, then the continuation~








A/N: I saw 8 Mile today. It was really good, yall (I love that word) go see it!!