Author's note: Hey all! Sorry about the slow updates. For those of you who don't hang out on the forum, I'll just let you know here that I've managed to catch little kid germs yet again and managed to get sick. Not to mention that Christmas is coming, so things are getting nutty! I'll be working on them, though, really!

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Ann looked over as Ian signed her book (all he signed was his name, as opposed to most of the others who were writing little notes to those who owned the books).

"Is he really as smart as they're all saying he is?" She asked Cassie.

Ian scowled at the question, but Cassie grinned.

"Oh yeah."

"I'm right here," Ian told them, annoyed at being talked about, but unable to hide the fact that as far as Cassie was concerned, he'd put up with it. Indeed, he'd put up with anything from her.

Ann's smile was mischievous. She had a lot of other people to say goodbye to, but Ian was so reserved and mysterious really that she couldn't help but try and find out (by means of Cassie, who probably knew him better than almost anyone) what made him tick.

"And his memory's really that great?"

Cassie nodded, but River and Shawn had been listening as well, and River spoke up before Cassie could.

"He doesn't forget anything."

"Nothing?" Now the question was directed at Ian, who handed her back her book. Since it was obvious she wasn't going to let him ignore the question, he shook his head.

"Nope."

"What did you wear the first night of camp?"

"That's easy," Shawn said. "Jeans and a t-shirt."

Which was what he'd worn every day of camp.

"Ask him something hard," River suggested, smiling. He was more than willing to let Ian be the center of attention – because he knew it annoyed him more than anything (except maybe stupid questions) – and River loved every chance to annoy Ian that came up.

"Like what?" Ann asked.

"What was I during Fruit Basket Upset?" Shawn asked Ian.

"Apples."

Ann looked at Shawn, who nodded. Yup, he'd been apples.

"What was River?" Ann asked, thinking it was a lucky guess.

"Grapes," Ian told her. He pointed at one of the female counselors standing beside River. "She was Grapes, too." Then he pointed to each person standing around the table, counselor or camper, and continued without a pause. "Apples, oranges, oranges, grapes, apples, apples, apples, bananas, apples and you were with the grapes."

Ann stared at him in amazement, but she wasn't the only one. All the counselors were watching with equal shock – except for Shawn and River who were wearing smug expressions. They, of course, were used to it.

"How did you do that?" Hank asked. He'd just come up to the table in time to hear what was going on.

"I've been able to do it all my life," Ian said He stood up, suddenly, tired of the stares. "I'm going to go talk to Jack," he told Cassie, squeezing her hand lightly so she'd know he wasn't mad or anything. "I'll be back in a minute."

The others watched him go, and then broke into conversation about what they'd seen him do. It didn't last long, though, since the kids weren't as impressed with what Ian had done (they were more anxious to get signatures and notes into their books), and the kids took the attention off Ian and back to themselves – as it should be the last day of camp.

"Sign my book, River!" One of the little girls demanded, handing him her memory book as she squeezed into the crowd around the table.

"With pleasure!"

Cassie smiled, looking from the kids who were once more crowding around the table for attention over to make sure Ian hadn't left the room. He hadn't. He was right where he'd said he was going; crouched down by the staff table where Sam, Jack and her mother were all sitting.

"He's not mad, is he?" Ann asked, softly, her gaze following Cassie's.

Cassie shook her head.

"Nah. He's just not as impressed with his memory as most others are."

Ann smiled.

"Some day when I have my degree, I'd love to get him on my couch and see what makes him tick."

Cassie chuckled.

"Good luck. I've had him on the couch, and I still haven't figured him out."

She was interrupted from whatever else she might have said when Sammy came running back over to the table, squeezing in to stand beside them.

"Cassie! Will you sign my book?"

"Of course."

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"What happens now?"

"After the kids get their books signed, Gary'll send them up to the cabins to get their stuff. They'll stack it in the main entrance, and by then parents should start arriving."

"No parents have ever forgotten to come get their kids, have they?"

Sam smiled.

"Not that I've ever heard of, no."

"Good."

"Don't worry, Ian," Jack said, just as amused. "You're almost done."

Ian nodded, but refrained from mentioning that it wasn't going to be soon enough for him. He didn't need to, after all. He looked over and saw that Cassie was signing something in a book – Sammy's from the looks of things, since the boy was watching her intently as he stood beside her.

"I'd better get back…"

Before Cassie decided to keep one of the kids.