"Who's with you, Shawn?" Ian asked, still out of sorts at being knocked back down to the bottom of the hill he'd been working so hard to climb up, but tired and miserable enough that he was glad to see him. Even more glad to hear Shawn yelling at people – presumably backup – which meant that they'd have help getting out.

"Everyone," Shawn answered, shining his light on Libby, who was muddy and bloody, but didn't look too worse for having taken two tumbles that night. "How are you, Libby? You okay?"

The little girl was beyond tears, really, or she'd have been bawling. Shock and just plain having too much thrust at her all at once was keeping her quiet, and she clung to Ian like she didn't plan on ever letting him go – even though he was just as bloody and muddy as she was.

"I want my mom…"

"How about we get you to the nurse, first?" Shawn said, reaching his hand out and pushing her muddy blonde hair out of her face.

She nodded.

Ian sighed closing his eyes tiredly, and leaned back against a tree trunk – the same tree trunk he'd crashed into in the first place, although this time he'd managed to miss it – and Libby climbed into his lap without asking or waiting for an invitation. He didn't mind. She was warmer than he was, and he was cold enough to appreciate any warmth he could leech.

Shawn started to stand up, and winced, falling back to the ground with a gasp of pain that made Ian open his eyes.

"What's up?"

"Must have hurt it when I slipped," Shawn said, rubbing his ankle tenderly. It hurt a lot worse than he wanted to admit – especially since the other two looked downright awful and he didn't.

"Let me see it…"

Ian reached a hand towards him, but closed his eyes again, dropping it at his side. He was too tired to do anything else just then, and Shawn wasn't going to die if he waited. As the first rustling from above them indicated help was on the way down, Ian had had enough. He let himself drift off, the slight weight of the girl in his lap comforting and the pounding rain not enough to keep him from sleep.

OOOOOOOO

The phone rang, waking Jack and Sam both on the very first ring. Normally, he might not have opened his eyes until at least the third or fourth ring, but there was a baby in the house, now, and he and Sam were both very much attuned to any noises that weren't normal – and even a normal one like the phone ringing was enough to wake them now. The joys of parenthood.

It rang again, and Jack reached over without lifting his head and grabbed it.

"Yeah?"

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

He knew that voice. Didn't he?

"This is Gary Hines. From Camp Millcreek."

That was the voice. Jack sat up, suddenly, looking at his watch. It was after 2AM. Which meant that something was going on, because no one ever called at 2 just to say hello.

"Gary? What's up?"

"Well, we have a problem…"

Sam rolled over, wincing when she tweaked her injured leg.

"Gary?" she asked. "Gary who?"

"Gary from camp," Jack said, softly. Then he turned his attention back to the phone. "What kind of problem, Gary? Is it Shawn?"

"Partially. There's been an accident."

"Shawn's hurt?"

Now Jack was wide awake, and Sam was sitting up as well, her head close to the phone as she tried to listen in.

"Yeah, but it's not serious, so don't panic. He just managed to break his ankle."

"What?"

"Don't panic, Jack," Gary repeated, jumping into Camp Director mode and trying to calm a worried parent. "He's fine. They're finishing with him right now, and then I'll have him call you."

"What happened?"

"Well, that's sort of a long story, and we're not exactly sure of all of it. I'll have Shawn tell you when he calls you. Right now, what I really need is a number where I can get hold of Ian Brooks' parents, or whoever his emergency contact people are. We don't have anything on record, so I figured I'd ask you."

"What? Why?"

"Unfortunately, he's been hurt as well."

"What? How? In the same accident?"

"Is he all right?" Sam asked.

Gary hesitated.

"The doctor I talked to said he'll be okay. But he's unconscious right now, and they seem to be worried by the fact that he's not waking up."

Didn't that sound familiar?

"Don't let the doctors give him anything to try and wake him up, Gary," Jack said. That much he knew, and the rest Janet Fraiser could take care of.

"What? Why not?"

"He's allergic to something – but I don't know what it is," Jack lied. Sam was impressed by how quickly he came up with it. "Where is he?"

"At the clinic in Lakespur. If he doesn't wake up, the doctor is talking about sending him up to Castlerock to a bigger hospital."

"Is he in danger?"

"I don't know, Jack. I'm not a doctor."

"Where are you?"

"At the clinic."

"Just keep Ian there. We'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. And don't let them give him anything, no matter what they say."

It wasn't common knowledge that Ian had arrested when Janet had tried to force him awake with a shot of adrenaline, but Jack knew about it, and he wasn't going to let it happen with an unknown doctor.

"Okay, Jack. I'll be waiting."

"Thanks, Gary."

Jack hung up the phone, and rolled out of bed. This wasn't something he needed to discuss with Sam, because he knew that she'd want to go and check on Ian as well. Even if she was fairly well battered herself. There was no way she'd allow him to leave her behind – and he had no intention of doing it, at any rate.

"I'll call Janet, you get Jake ready to go." He frowned, looking down at her wrapped leg. "Scratch that. You call Janet, and I'll get Jake ready."

Sam nodded, and reached for the phone.