Shawn was dozing in a comfortable chair in the waiting room of the clinic when the sudden rush of activity at the door woke him and turned his attention that direction. By the time his eyes were open and he was seeing straight, he was already being swarmed by Jaffer, who was licking him, whuffling his face and neck, and wagging his tail so hard it was thumping against the chair next to Shawn's like a big bass drum.

Jack and the others weren't far behind the lab, and a moment later Shawn found himself in the careful scrutiny of three pairs of worried eyes. And was touched, but also a little annoyed. It was, after all, only a broken ankle.

"I'm okay." He said, quickly.

"You're sure?" Jack asked, looking down at the cast on Shawn's ankle, which Jaffer was now sniffing cautiously. Aside from the cast and a couple of bruises, Shawn looked okay to him – he'd even managed to get a tan – but Jack was under the belief that it never hurt to make sure.

Shawn nodded.

"I'm fine."

Jack hesitated, as if he wasn't completely certain of that, but he nodded, and helped Sam into the chair beside Shawn.

"What happened to you?" Shawn asked, noticing the brace on the leg and the cast on her right hand.

"Don't ask," Sam said, smiling, as she reached out with her good hand and brushed her fingers against his cheek. "You're sure you're okay?"

Shawn nodded again.

"Yeah."

"How's Ian?" Jack asked, taking Jake from Janet who had brought him in from the truck and freeing the doctor to check his son out on her own – just to make sure he was okay.

They knew what had happened. On the drive up they'd spoken to Gary again, Shawn, and the doctor on call at the clinic where Ian, Shawn and Libby had been taken, and had heard as much of the events of the night that the others knew of. Libby was awake and talking, but she hadn't been a lot of help. She only knew that she'd gotten lost in the dark when she went down to the campfire pit to look for Rocky and had fallen. She said – and there was no reason not to believe her – that she didn't remember what happened then, until she woke up with Ian there holding her.

Which had been enough. The doctor at the clinic had given them a list of Ian's injuries once she'd known that they were going to be the cadet's contact people and were already on their way up to the clinic, and while a concussion was a possible reason for the cadet not to be awake yet, Janet was fairly certain that it wasn't what was keeping Ian out. No doubt the girl had been injured when she'd fallen, and Ian had taken steps to deal with those injuries. That was what they were assuming for now, anyways. Janet would be able to confirm it as soon as she had a chance to look things over for herself.

"He's still out," Shawn said. He didn't bother to list the injuries he knew about, since he knew Jack and them had already heard them. "Libby is-"

"Jack!"

Gary Hines appeared from one of the rooms off to the side of the waiting room – the clinic wasn't big, and didn't have a lot of hallways and corridors like hospitals in bigger cities did. With him were two women; one dressed in a white lab jacket – obviously a doctor – and the other wearing slacks and a sweatshirt with Mickey Mouse on it.

Jack reached his hand out and shook the hand Gary offered.

"Gary. It's good to see you again."

"You, too," Gary told him, looking from Jack to the baby tucked in his arm. "Is that Jacob?"

Jack smiled, and shifted the infant carefully so Gary could get a better look at him without waking him up.

"Yup."

"He's adorable." The camp director smiled and looked at Sam. And frowned.

"What happened to you?" He asked, coming over and leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"She had a run in with a flight of stairs," Jack told him before Sam could blame the broken hand on him.

"Are you okay?" Gary asked, his eyes dark with concern. He'd known Sam a long time, after all – even though he only saw her one week a year.

"I'm fine." Sam assured him. She gestured to Janet, who had been quietly taking Shawn's pulse and checking for fever and any sign that he was more injured than he was letting on. "This is our good friend Janet Fraiser. Doctor Janet Fraiser."

"I've heard a lot about you, Doctor Fraiser," Gary said, taking her hand. "It's a pleasure to actually meet you – although this isn't exactly the way I had hoped to do it…"

"Nice to meet you," Janet said, smiling and turning to be introduced to the other two women. "Please, just call me Janet."

Gary nodded and turned as well.

"This is Mandy Adler, the nurse from Camp Millcreek. Actually, she's a general practitioner, but the title nurse is a lot less daunting than doctor, so we call her that at camp. And this is Roberta Kennedy, the doctor in charge of this clinic."

"Doctors, it's nice to meet you both," Janet said, shaking hands with them. They both nodded.

"Call me Mandy," Mandy said. "I assume you'd like to check on Ian?"

Janet nodded.

"I would, yes. And I'd like to see any x-rays you might have taken of the little girl who was injured as well…"

If Kennedy or Adler either thought this was an odd request, neither said anything. Instead, Dr. Kennedy opened one of the doors leading off from the waiting room, and gestured for the other two women to precede her inside.

"Come on, I'll show you around," she said. "I was wondering what Ian is allergic to that prevented me from giving him…"

The voice trailed off as the door closed behind the three women, and Gary looked back at Sam and Jack.

"I'm really sorry to drag you guys out of bed to come up here," he told them.

"It's no big deal," Jack assured him. "I'd definitely rather be here than still asleep and not knowing what was going on."

Sam nodded her agreement. It wasn't the first time they'd ever been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, after all – and undoubtedly wouldn't be the last.

"We're just glad Shawn and the others are okay."

She reached over and ruffled Shawn's hair, and the young man rolled his eyes, blushing.

"How's camp going?" Jack asked, grinning at the way Shawn reacted to Sam's mothering.

"If it'd ever stop raining it'd be a little better," Gary said.

"They built a lagoon," Shawn said. "And they have a ski boat and a new dock, too."

"Ski boat?" Sam asked, surprised.

Gary nodded, "It's mostly for the older camps, but we thought we'd give it a go. With the lagoon, we can keep the sailing and canoeing out of the wake of the skiers, and we can…" He trailed off. "It's a long story, and I'll tell you it over breakfast. You are going to at least stay for breakfast? Jared would be sorry to miss you if you don't."

Jack looked at his watch. It was barely six AM, and the rain outside was keeping the rising sun from shining through the curtains of the clinic, but it was there nonetheless.

"Of course we are. We'll want to check on Ian, though, before we go to the camp."

Gary nodded. That was fine with him, since he'd want to as well.