"I was beginning to think you'd managed to get lost after all," Jack told Ian when he returned to the cabin almost two hours after he'd left. The boys were all still asleep, with the exception of Brian who was sitting up in his bed rubbing his eyes sleepily, but Shawn, Jack and River were all up and about, getting ready for their day.

"I had to drop Jaffer back with Sam."

"He went jogging with you?"

"Yeah."

Actually, the lab had chased birds trying to hunt for that early morning worm, and a few chipmunks who had been more than vocal (after they'd reached a safe place) when it came to scolding the dog for chasing them, but he'd kept up fine, and Ian had enjoyed the company.

"Sam awake, then?"

"Yeah."

Everyone was.

Jack slipped on his shoes and headed for the door.

"I'm going to go say good morning, then. I'll see you guys at breakfast."

River and Shawn nodded, while Ian stripped out of his sweaty clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist as he searched through his bag in vain for something clean to wear. No clean underwear, no clean socks, no clean shirts and not even a pair of clean jeans.

Shit.

"The dangers of camp," Shawn told him, looking over at him and understanding immediately what he was looking for. "You never have clean clothes by the end."

Ian scowled, and grabbed the least dirty pair of jeans that he could find, along with the least dirty shirt, socks and debated going commando for the day rather than wear dirty underwear.

"I have a spare shirt," River offered, tossing a brilliant green Hawaiian shirt over at him.

Ian snorted and shook his head, tossing it back. He'd go naked, first.

"Thanks anyways."

The bell rang, then, telling the camp it was time to wake up, and Ian headed into the shower to avoid dealing with the kids.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

"The schedule says we're supposed to start packing our stuff before we go to breakfast," Shawn told the boys as soon as he and River had them all awake. "So make sure you get completely dressed before you do, so you don't have to look through your bags for socks or something after you've already packed up."

There were assorted responses to that, most of them mixed. The boys were sad to see the week end, but were excited to see parents that they'd been separated from for longer than any other time in their lives (for the most part). So it was a quiet group that got dressed and then started packing, and River and Shawn tried to cheer them up as they went around the room helping stuff things into bags.

Predictably, Sammy had the hardest time packing. He was still trying to stuff his clothes into his bags when Ian came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and shaved, even if he was wearing dirty clothes.

"Problems?" He asked as he came over and hung his towel off his bed to dry a bit before putting it in his bag.

Sammy nodded.

"They fit when I came…"

"They were neatly folded when you came," Ian reminded him. At least, they had been until Sammy had dumped all the shit out onto his bed.

"Just jam it in," Bruce suggested, coming over and pushing clothes into the bag as well.

"Like this," Chad said, demonstrating with his own vastly overstuffed bag.

Even with all the kids giving him advice, however, it was no use. Sammy's stuff wasn't going to fit in the bags he'd brought. It had apparently taken advantage of the time at camp to multiply and spread like some kind of crazy mutated clothes monster.

By the time the breakfast bell rang, they still hadn't managed to get Sammy packed.

"Jared might have a couple of garbage bags we can use," Shawn suggested, eyeing the pile of clothes with amazement. He'd been to camp a dozen times, now, and had never seen anything like Sammy's clothes before.

"We can ask him after breakfast," River said. "Let's go eat."

The kids cheered their approval of that suggestion, and there was a sudden rush for the door.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

As was the tradition at camp Millcreek, breakfast the final day was a hearty (and special) one. There were plates filled with waffles, strawberries, whipped cream, sausages, slices of ham, scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast and fresh fruit. There was also cold cereal for those who didn't want anything else, and Ian decided as he sat down after being Runner that Jared and the kitchen staff were unloading ay food that they hadn't used up in the course of the week on this last meal. Which was fine with him, since he was hungry. Obviously, everyone else was, as well, because the room was silent, filled only with the sound of plates being moved, forks and spoons clattering and the sound that young children make when they're eating.

His attention on the meal, Ian didn't realize that everyone at the table was suddenly looking at him. Not right away, anyways. Glancing at Jack as he drained his glass of milk, he caught Jack's amused look, and then saw that Grant – who was seated beside Jack – was looking at him as well. That was when he noticed the others were watching him, too, and he was about to scowl and say something, when he realized that they weren't really looking at him. They were looking behind him.

Before he could turn to see what it was that was so interesting, hands came around from behind him and covered his eyes. He smelled soap and shampoo and felt a soft cheek brush up against his own, and heard a warm – unexpected but very welcomed – voice murmur softly in his ear.

"Guess who…"

Surprised, Ian brought his hands up to hers, and pulled them off his eyes as he turned, unwilling to believe what he was hearing. Sure enough, though, standing right behind him was Cassandra Fraiser.

"Surprised?" She asked, completely unnecessarily. His expression was completely surprised, and she smiled to see the warm welcome in his dark eyes.

"Yeah." He realized he was still holding her hands, and let them go, but he stood up – almost automatically. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd come give mom a ride home…" Cassie told him. "And maybe get a free breakfast out of it."