A/N: What…you didn't think we would only focus on Yù did you? Come oooonnnn

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Despite the slight chill in the night air and the lateness of the hour, he refused to budge from his spot.

"Mantis," someone came up behind him, "you should eat something."

He hummed his response, eyes still closed. The boulder he perched on was bathed on moonlight…how long had he been sitting there?

"What exactly are you out here waiting for?" Said Jao. The young leopard cocked his head to one side, watching the bug slowly stand.

"I'm not waiting for anything." Replied the praying mantis. "Just meditating."

The feline rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "What are you meditating for?"

Mantis shook his head, growing slightly irritated at the predator and his constant chattering. "I'll know it when I feel it." He jumped off of the rock and gestured for the young one to follow. "Has there been any news?"

"No." Jao dipped his head. "We have agents in all five camps, but we have only heard back from three." He watched the older bug dip his head, a sure sign of worry. "I'm sure they're okay." He tried to be reassuring, but his voice gave away his doubt.

"They must have her hidden somewhere." Mantis sighed. "Ten years and we've accomplished nothing."

Jao shook his head at the bitterness in the old guy's voice. "I don't think that is nothing." They had made it to the crest of the hill, and Jao gestured towards the massive camp of tents at the bottom of the hill. Their camp was the size of a small city.

"True." He opened his mouth to say something else, but a movement at the base of the hill caught their attention. "What is that?"

"Let's go find out." Mantis took off down the hill and the leopard followed, passing the bug easily.

Their "camp" had two entrances, one on each end. The main was at the base of the hill they were sprinting down. The second was at the other end.

Jao slid to a stop just behind the group of what looked like soldiers that was trying to enter. There was a large group of at least a hundred of them, all clad in armor and with massive swords. Mantis stopped, too ,for a split second, before he saw who was standing there.

"MONKEY!"

"MANTIS!" The simian turned and smiled widely. He held out his arms and Mantis jumped into them. He narrowly avoided being crushed by Monkey's hug by extending his feelers. Jao cocked his head to one side, watching the small master eventually get out of the hug and jump on the ape's shoulder.

"I didn't think I'd see you again, man!" Mantis was grinning like a child. His friend had on pants that were slightly too big and had a tear down the side. Despite looking worse for wear, he was a site for sore eyes.

"Me neither!" Monkey exclaimed. "When Shifu said he couldn't find you, I-"

"Shifu?" The bug suddenly went quiet. Jao watched the soldiers, who looked to be Monkey's friends, tense. "You've seen him?"

"Yeah a long time ago." The ape watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. "We were supposed to meet back in the valley but-" He lowered his head," things happened."

Mantis thought for a moment, his eyes a million miles away. "Come with me." He said quietly. "It seems we have a lot to talk about."

Mantis led him through the main path, leaving Jao to settle the soldiers into a small tent. Monkey looked around him with wide eyes, in awe of the scale of the camp. As they walked, Mantis pointed out a few of the notable tents, like the armory (the biggest of them all), the hospital, and the meeting area. He eventually led Monkey down a path to the right, towards a smaller tent that served as Mantis' office.

The bug jumped off of Monkey's shoulder and made his way to sit atop a small pile of boxes that served as a makeshift chair. Monkey sat cross legged in front of him. Mantis was quiet a moment, unsure how to break the tension slowly building in the space.

"Where have you been, Monkey?" asked Mantis, watching his friend. "Where did you end up?"

"Oddly enough, Gongmen." The simian chuckled. "I was on my way to Lee Nao when I decided to stop there for the night. When I went to leave the next morning, I found out from Master Croc that Lee Nao didn't even exist anymore. At some point during the night, the wolves had come in and burned the place to the ground." The air went still in the tent.

"You don't have to-"

"No, I want to." Monkey interrupted. He took a shaky breath. "I panicked. I knew I couldn't stay in Gongmen, so I left. Ho Ching was only fifty or so li away, so I tried to find Viper. I didn't know they had already set up a camp there." His voice faltered. Mantis watched his friend, unsure of how to comfort him.

"I've heard about the camps." The bug said quietly. Everyone had heard about them. Anyone even remotely related to Kung Fu was thrown into a work camp. This not only included students and masters, but also the townspeople that the school was housed in. There were five big ones scattered all the way across China. Mantis heard only a few stories of the torture techniques used behind those walls. They kept the warriors too weak to fight back. Plus even if they did, they were clearly outnumbered by wolves.

"I found her, though." Mantis jerked his head up to look at his friend. Something close to hope was welling in his chest. "Viper is alive."

"Where is she?" the bug asked breathlessly.

"I don't know." Monkey replied, smiling a little. "That brings me to the other part of my story."

"Which is?" Mantis was on the literal edge of his seat.

"I know where Po is."

"Monkey." The simian's head jerked up at his comrade's voice. "We are moving."

"Great." Monkey jumped from his spot high in the branches and landed in a crouch next to Viper, who watched him with amusement.

"You look excited." She asked with a smile. They began walking back through the woods, or in Viper's case, slithering.

"I am." He replied. "It's been almost six years since we were in the Valley. Even if it is deserted-" His face fell for a brief moment.

"It will still be nice to be home." She finished and he nodded. "I wish we knew what happened to the others." She said after a moment. "We searched for over a year."

"Do you think they're-" He didn't want to finish his statement.

"We have to keep faith, brother." She said quietly. "Plus, I know they are alive. I can feel it in my gut."

He nodded and they continued in silence. The warriors soon reached the camp, or what was left of it. The tents had been packed into carts, the weapons distributed and the food stored away. They had a long trip to the Valley, and it would most likely be fraught with wolves.

"We knew that if we could make it to the valley in less than two months, we were making good time. We got three weeks down the road when we separated."

Monkey thought he was going to fall over. His feet ached, his back hurt, and even his tail was sore. It seemed as though several of the soldiers felt the same way, because they seemed to be trudging along rather than walking.

Monkey looked hopefully at the sky, but the sun seemed no closer to the ground than it had when he looked the last time.

"Hey Viper." He called. The snake slithered up beside him and gave him a questioning look. "You want a ride on my shoulder?"

The snake pondered the offer for a moment. "I feel as though I should decline and walk with everyone else, but my body hurts too much for that nonsense." She giggled and slid up his waiting arm to perch herself on his muscular shoulder.

"How far away are we?" He asked, his tone betraying his exhaustion.

She glanced at him, her look sympathetic. "The last sign said over a hundred li." Her voice was quiet. "Still two weeks, at most. That is, if we hurry."

He hung his head a bit, avoiding the glare of sun.

"Hey Masters!" There was a call from the other side of the cart they were walking beside. A boar poked his head around the wagon. "You guys need to see this!" He was pointing at a tree across the way.

"So," Mantis pressed," what was it?"

Monkey flat out laughed. "We saw it embedded in the tree. Someone had carved the character for noodles."

A/N: Awwwwww…I had fun writing that.

Hey one quick thing to address. I have gotten a couple PMs about this so I just want to throw this out there. My OC will not be in any writing contests of any kind.

This is mainly because she is the means to an end. This story is about the Furious Five. I actually don't like OCs that run an entire story, because it's just uninteresting to me. It doesn't feel like fanfiction.

If you have any suggestions, don't hesitate to review. I'm not a professional writer by any means, so simple grammar mistakes are bound to happen. BUT if you have any advice on my writing style, or you just wanna say hey, I'm down for that.

Sorry for the long rant. Thanks for reading. Boomie out