Ian pulled himself out of the water easily, still watching Jack to make sure he wasn't going to go back in with another 'accidental' push as he got back up onto the dock.

"Oops, huh?"

Jack spread his arms wide, giving him – and the others – his best what did I do look. None of them were fooled, although there were a lot of grins.

"I slipped."

"Uh huh."

Ian pulled his wet t-shirt off, dropping it to the dock before heading towards Jack.

"You're going to go in, old man…"

The boys grinned. This was going to be great!

River stepped forward, though, a huge grin on his deeply tanned face.

"Wait a minute…"

"Better move, Hayden," Ian told him. "Or you'll go in, too…"

The words were serious, but even the kids knew that Ian wasn't at all angry.

"Wait, Ian," River said, putting his hand on Ian's chest to hold him back. "There's only one way to settle this…"

"Yeah? What?"

"Camel Fights."

The boys reacted immediately.

"Yeah!"

"Camel Fights!"

Janet looked over at Sam.

"Camel Fight?"

Sam smiled.

"You didn't ever do Camel Fights when you were younger?"

"No."

"They're water fights. You get a couple of people in the water with people on their shoulders, and they try to knock each other off and into the water. Last one standing wins."

While Sam was explaining this, the boys were already dividing into groups – all of them except Sammy, that is. He came over and sat down beside Sam, watching as Ian picked Chance as his partner, Jack grabbed Bruce, and River took Brian. Wilson and Chad partnered up, saying that they'd done this a million times and bragging that they'd never been beat.

"Grant needs a partner," Ian said, looking over at the boy. He glanced at Sammy, but knew that the boy wouldn't want to play. His gaze fell on Janet, and he grinned. "Doctor Fraiser? Care to try?"

Janet looked at him suspiciously.

"You're just looking for a chance to get back at me…"

"Would I do that?"

Janet frowned.

"Yes."

"You're not scared of a few little boys are you?"

Ha. He knew what buttons to push, didn't he?

Janet sighed, and stood up.

"You'd better not pick on me, Mr. Brooks, or I'll find the biggest needle in my bag and give you a shot you won't soon for- hey!"

Her threat was cut off when Ian pushed her into the water, and Sam laughed, shaking her head as she looked up at Ian.

"You're a brave man…"

He nodded.

"I have to take the opportunities when they present themselves, Sam."

He pulled his shoes off and handed her his wallet – which was soaked.

"It's your funeral."

"I'll be fine."

He went over and jumped into the water, wading over to where Chance was waiting for him and hefting the boy up onto his shoulders. The others were already in position – even Janet, who found it a bit difficult to walk around with a little boy squirming on her shoulders as he tried to get her to get into a position where they'd be able to reach the others.

Chance climbed easily onto Ian's shoulders, and the New Yorker looked at River, who looked the most comfortable. Of course, he was stronger, and he was part fish, so that probably had something to do with it. When River saw Ian was ready, he yelled go, and the battle was on, with kids screaming happily, and water splashing everywhere.

Sam looked at Sammy, who was still watching the water fight; an unreadable expression on his little face.

"You don't want to play?"

Sammy shook his head, silently.

She reached out and put her hand on his forehead.

"You're not sick, are you?"

He shook his head again.

"I just don't want to play."

"Did you get into an argument with one of the others?"

"No." He bit his lower lip, and then shrugged. "I don't like the water, much."

"Ah." Sam smiled, brushing her fingers against his cheek. "You don't think Ian would let anything happen to you, do you?"

The little boy hesitated, and then shook his head.

"No."

"River?"

Sammy shook his head.

"No."

"I know Jack wouldn't…"

Sammy looked over to where the others were all sporting in the water, Ian and Chance being ganged up on by Wilson and Chad, and Janet and Grant. Chance was pushed off Ian's shoulder rather quickly, but Ian simply scooped him out of the water and pulled him back to his shoulders.

"No…"

"They're in the shallow water, you know…" Sam pointed out. "It wouldn't be over your head."

"I don't want to go in…"

But he didn't sound quite so certain this time, and Sam knew that he was actually thinking about it. She smiled.

"Today's the last full day of camp, you know. Are you sure you don't want to spend it playing with the others instead of sitting on the side?"

He shrugged, looking down at his hands.

"Maybe."

Jaffer, who had been sprawled on the other side of Sam, his head resting lightly on her thigh as he watched his Jack play with the others, raised his head and looked at Sammy, giving a low woof.

Sammy looked over, and Jaffer's tail thumped against the dock loudly.

"See? Jaffer thinks you should."

He didn't look exactly convinced, but she knew he was close to it. It was probably killing him to watch the others have so much fun while he simply watched. Especially once Ian joined them instead of spending time with him. It hadn't taken Sam long to see that Sammy at least felt a connection to Ian – although she wasn't sure how Ian felt about the boy, really.

"They'd stay in the shallow water?" he asked, finally, and Sam had to hide her triumphant grin.

"I bet they would if you asked," Sam assured him. "Want me to call Ian over?"

Another hesitation, but then the slightest of nods.

"Okay…"