Australia turned out to be the cabin that was closest to the top of the hill. Apparently they didn't want the youngest kids positioned on the outskirts of the camp so they put them in the closest cabin – which was a pretty smart thing to do, Ian decided.

"Have you counseled here before, Adams?" he asked as they opened the door and looked inside. The cabin was composed of one main room with several beds – bunk beds for the most part – and another room that turned out to be a bathroom, complete with two showers (no bath tubs) two toilets, and one sink with a full sized mirror running along the wall.

"You have to be sixteen," Shawn said. "But I've watched the counselors so I know what to do."

"So what do we do?" River asked.

Ian looked over at him.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Do you?"

"No. I've never been to camp, though."

"What makes you think I have?"

"You haven't?"

"Nope." River flexed, admiring his well-formed bicep in the bathroom mirror. "We spent summers on tour – in California and Hawaii, mostly, although Australia at certain times when the waves were ripe."

"Sounds fun," Shawn said, flexing as well. His muscles were well defined – a result of several years of training with Bra'tac – but nowhere near as impressive as River's. Of course, the Californian was the bulkiest of the three of them. Even Ian, who was probably in the best shape of anyone Shawn had ever met, wasn't as physically strong as River was.

"So answer the question, Adams," Ian said, suppressing the urge to flex as well. The result of having a mirror so handy, he supposed. "What do we do?"

Shawn shrugged.

"You just hang out with the kids. Do activities with them – and keep them out of trouble."

"Sounds easy enough," River said. "That's what I've been doing with my sisters since they were little."

"It's probably close to the same thing," Shawn said.

Ian, meanwhile, had been counting beds.

"How many kids to a cabin?"

"Usually nine or ten – sometimes more or less, depending on how many counselors there are." Shawn looked around, too, and pointed to the bed that was closest to the door. "That's a bed that one of us needs to take. It's supposed to keep kids from being able to sneak out at night."

"I'll take it," River said.

"Let's get our stuff, and then I'll show you guys around."

They went back down to Ian's car, and he popped the trunk for them. Shawn, however, hesitated, looking at Ian's glove box.

"Did you bring your gun?"

Ian nodded.

"It's locked up, though."

"You brought your Glock to camp?" River asked, incredulously, shaking his head.

Ian scowled.

"I didn't think about it."

"Just keep track of your keys," Shawn said quickly, to avoid an argument. "You never know when some dumb kid might pull something stupid…"

There was a slightly mocking tone in his voice, but Ian and River didn't really understand why.

"I'll keep an eye on them," Ian promised, moving to the back of the car to grab his bag out of the trunk. He hadn't brought a lot of clothing or other stuff – not knowing for sure what he needed – so it wasn't all that big. River, on the other hand, looked like he'd brought his entire wardrobe – and Ian and Shawn were both certain that the clothes in the three bags he was toting were as bright as the sun.

"You know, you could help me…" River said as they puffed up the hill.

Ian threw him an amused glance – the first they'd seen all day from him – and reached over, taking the largest of the bags.

"If you could resist bringing 18 changes of clothes…"

"Some of us wear other things besides t-shirts and jeans, you know. Did you even bring shorts?"

"Of course I did."

One pair, and only because Sam had told him to.

"A sweatshirt?"

"It's in the car."

Actually, there were two. One of his, and an Air Force Academy one that belonged to Cassie.

"What about-"

"I brought everything I'll need, mom… honest."

River flipped him off, and Ian chuckled as he opened the door to the cabin. He dropped the California's bag on the bed by the door, and tossed his own up on the bed he'd chosen – a top bunk, because there was no way he was going to sleep below some kid who'd sure as shit end up being a bed wetter. Shawn dropped his stuff on a bed close to Ian's, and ran his hand along the blanket, making sure it wasn't dusty.

"Come on, Shawn," River said from the door. He'd just shoved his bags under the bed for the moment – he'd unpack later. "Give us the grand tour."

OOOOOOOOO

Very little had changed in the camp since the very first time Shawn had gone there. There were different horses in the corral, and the field was even bigger than it had been. The Challenge course was a little less daunting to him, now that he was older – although River already looked forward to trying it out – and when they went down to the waterfront Shawn saw that there was a speedboat tied up to a new boat dock that hadn't been there the summer before.

"Water-skiing, Adams?" River asked, looking down at the boat.

"I'm not sure," Shawn admitted. "It's new. This whole dock is new." He pointed towards the swimming area, which was flanked by two docks and roped off on the outer edge. "That's the swimming area, and over there is where the sailboats go. You guys know how to sail?"

"Of course."

"Ian?"

"Yeah, I can sail."

He didn't have many opportunities, but he could do it in a lurch.

"That's pretty much the whole camp," Shawn said. "The rock climbing area is over to the east – and there's a bunch of trails for nature walks over there, too, which-"

He was interrupted by what sounded like a church bell. It was the large bell that they'd seen set on a small pedestal in the center of the cabin area.

"That's the bell," Shawn said, looking at the boat once more. "Let's go see what the schedule's going to be like – and maybe find out what the boat's for."

He turned and headed from the waterfront towards the main building, with Ian and River right behind him.