Author's note: Okay, I did some name switching at the end of the last chapter (which is why you should never try to have an IM conversation while you're editing a chapter) It's Ann with Ian and Hank. Not Sierra.

OOOOOOOO

Ian scowled.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your nightmare of a bedtime story."

"What about it?"

Hank and Ann both stared at him.

"Are you kidding?" Hank asked. "My boys didn't sleep until early morning."

"Neither did my girls," Ann agreed, seriously.

"How is that my problem?"

"It was your Wraith story you stupid sonofabitch." Hank said, lack of sleep making him far more blunt than he might have been since apologizing to Ian only the day before for being a jerk. "They-"

"Hank." Ann didn't like the name calling, and it was obvious from the cold fury suddenly appearing on Ian's face that he didn't appreciate it, either. She turned to back to Ian once she was sure that Hank wasn't going to say anything else. "Your story scared the kids."

"You told me to scare them."

"She didn't tell you to traumatize them."

"They look okay to me," Ian said, defensively. What the fuck? How were they blaming him for their kids not sleeping? He'd slept fine.

"They're not," Ann said, shaking her head. "I talked to the other counselors – including River. None of the kids slept last night - including your boys."

"They were asleep when I woke up."

"Jesus, Ian," Hank snapped. "Mine had nightmares all night, and every time they-"

"I thought you said they didn't sleep?"

"Fuck you, Ian."

"Kiss my ass, Hank."

"Guys."

Ann prudently stepped in between the two of them – although Ian had no intention of pressing any physical issue. He was pissed, but Hank was no match for him in a fight and he knew it. One thing he'd learned from Bra'tac was self-control (although not anger management) and there was no way he'd even take a swing.

"Ian… the story you told last night really did scare the kids." Ann obviously couldn't understand how he couldn't see that, but she was willing to explain. Far more willing than Hank was, at any rate. "My girls were up half the night, jumping at any noise made outside the tent and those that did sleep had terrible dreams."

"I told you guys I didn't know shit about telling stories," Ian said, still tossing dark looks at Hank. "I tried to tell Gary, I tried to tell both of you."

"Well, we didn't listen," she said. "But you need to fix it."

"Fix it?" He asked.

"They're afraid – even though it's daylight now, if you don't do something to let them know these Wraith aren't something to fear, when it gets dark again it's going to be a repeat of last night."

"You want me to tell them the Wraith don't exist?"

It wasn't like Ian cared if the kids knew about the Wraith or not. They weren't going to have to deal with them or anything, after all.

Ann, however, shook her head.

"I've already tried that – and so has Sierra and a couple of the others. You're going to have to come up with something else."

"Like what?"

"Figure it out," Hank snapped.

"Fu-"

"Ian." They didn't really have a lot of time for this. The kids were waiting for them to join their tables. "Just try to think of something. Please?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she went back into the dining room, followed by Hank who only hesitated long enough to glare at Ian once more.

Ian's scowl was thunderous.

"'Just try to think of something…'" he muttered. How the fuck was all this his fault? Why should he have to figure out anything? He hadn't begged to be asked to tell a story, had he? No. He'd tried to get out of it – and just like Hammond, ole Gary Hines had to flex his I'm king shit in charge mentality and force Ian into something he hadn't wanted to do. And look where it got them. Just fucking lovely.

He went back inside, but he wasn't in the mood for conversation, and luckily the kids were too involved in trying to eat as much as they could as quickly as they could to mind.

OOOOOOOO

"Okay, Campers!"

The room silenced as Gary walked to his customary position for announcements. Breakfast was pretty much over and even the hungriest of kids had been filled up, and now they were all eager to find out what they were going to be doing next.

"Since it's raining outside, we're going to cancel the morning activities that we had planned," Gary said.

There were groans of disappointment – although everyone had known the schedule was going to change with the rain, including the kids – and Gary waited for them to die down, never losing his smile. He was used to that, after all.

"Once you have your tables shipshape and cleared away, I want you to head down to the gym. Okay?"

The kids were waking up, now, and most had forgotten – for the moment at least – the fear of the night before, and they yelled their agreement, eager to see what they were going to be doing next.

Gary was glad to see the change; he'd known it would come, he just hoped that it wouldn't take too long.

"I'll meet you down there, then."

Gary left the dining room heading the direction of the stairs that led to the gym, and the kids started talking amongst themselves, wondering what they were going to be doing.

"I hope we're doing arts and crafts," Chance said, excitedly. "Japan made these cool bracelets, and I want one."

"I hope we're playing games," Bruce disagreed.

"Me, too!" Chad said.

"Me, three!" Brian agreed.

"Me, fou-"

"Ian?"

He'd only been paying half-attention to the kids – mainly because he'd been brooding – but Ian turned without being startled and saw Mandy had come up to him.

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget to come to my cabin."

She was interested in seeing how his sunburn was doing.

"I won't."