Jordan: Man, this is what six?

Kirby: -hugs- Jordy I'm so proud.

Jordan: Yeah so is Fred

Fred: (Our new pet Tiger) I grove you Grodon.

Jordan: AWWWWW

Kirby: Oh yeah, you think it's cute now just wait…

Jordan: For what?
Kirby: Uh for the chapter ENJOY!

Jordan and Kirby cut!

He wasn't moving. Not even a twinge of movement, no tiny slip of hope twinkle in his lone body. I leaned in, we were short on water. And all we had was Cam's leather canteen, I held it in my sweaty paws, and let it drip on the piece of rumpled fabric. Letting it soak then muster enough water to become moist, I dipped it on the grime that was swiped all over Courage's face and chest.

The water dripped over, and my heart was throbbing for a painful wince, or a cold mutter, but he was still quiet. Damn Dusclops! I was infuriated at Cam, for capturing my only friend, and also at that Dusclops for drowning him in this withering condition. I could feel my heart grow all so heavy, and I glanced at Cam who was struggling with Courage's equipment. He fumbled with the wires, they were wrapped in rubber, and I could feel the repel shudder as it brushed me, Cam was definitely no wiz on electronics. As I stared, I noticed Courage's breathing dawdling, and I could feel mine be clogged in my throat. I leaned down more, and then whispered in his ear.

"Hey Courage, buddy, it's going to be okay, don't give up!" My voice trembled, and my tongue curled as I bit it with all the worry building up inside me. I started to wipe away more mud, and the rag becomes stained in dirt. I snuffled, and could smell the aroma of blood and sweat, it made me gag, I actually got up and scurried to a bush, so my gagging to finally relieve. Though, when I returned it chilled me again.

I could feel the prickle of tears, I felt so horrible, if it wasn't for me, Courage would be okay. If he just left me alone! I snapped on my lower lip, if he wasn't so damn courageous. I always though Courage was foolish feeling, to be the hero who would sacrifice anything to save loved ones, or innocent. But, it was idiotic, risking your life for a stranger? I growled, and then dashed over to Cam; he was still panicking and shivering. I snarled, and he abandoned his post, frightened of my presence he crept to the tossed rag, attending Courage.

Camron had applied that purplish liquid on my burns, and in a matter of minutes they faded, I wasn't sure why, but I didn't care. He then immediately withdrew Courage from the torture device ball, and Courage stood on his wobbly feet for a few seconds, until he collapsed. His breathing grew dark and heavy, and his hair bristled with everything that chilled around him. Cam and I immediately got to work. Though, the purplish water was splattered over Courage's trembling body, it did not take much effect. He was still frosty, and his body did not quake at all.

We had been concentrating on Courage's condition, and as I stared at the machine's rusty exterior. I noticed that it must be the wiring or something that was crumbling Courage's life. I peered down the mechanics, and the rubber rumbled as it tried to drive me away, but I clenched the dirt and stayed. I stroked a crimson wire, the rubber tremored under my fingers, but I held in my frantic breath. Okay so it's gotta be red blue, or is it blue red? And what about the green? All these loud colors were throwing off the electronic vibes that pulsed to me, and the rubber was persistent in keeping my electronic spirit away. But I refused, I was going to save Courage whether they liked it or not.

As I glared down at the assortment of wires, I realized that the opposite signs would attract, if I just combined them together than the function of these wires would move again. But there was one problem, not only was everything jumbled up, but I had nothing to mold this activity with. And rubber would be the best solution, I growled, and tried to listen in on the positives and negatives of the voltages. Then I glanced at Cam, he was patting Courage's head, murmuring inaudible things to him, I snarled.

But then my eyes widened and perked at his gloves. Rubber gloves! I zoomed to his side, then nibbled softly on his gloves, and tugged at their slippery exterior, and they were practically screaming at me to just go away. But I pulled harder, and Cam darted to me.

"Spark? What are you doing?" He demanded, I started to heave more, and I could feel the rubber resist and start to rip.

"You want my…gloves? Okay take 'em." His tone was shuddered, as if he was expecting for me to shock him. I was just astonished he lent them out like that; I gave him a thank you nuzzle, and went back to work.

First, I had to melt the rubber, so as hard as it was to let that lighting scorch my newly refreshed skin, I let out Warm Lighting. As soon as the rubber started to grow limp. Knowing that my time was limited, I then put all my thoughts on the wires. To match them up, I would have to identify them, and I meditated to feel the presence, I grunted in satisfaction once the first pair was discovered, and I immediately nipped off a minuscule portion of the pink rubber. I molded them together, and puffed in my breath, hoping this would work. But once, those opposites neared each other sparks flew, in a frenzy I tossed crimson and emerald wires in the air, shocked by the sudden outrage they roared toward me. As I turned and pondered it came to me. Duh.

Voltages…

How can I be so stupid! I have to match up voltages and…ugh. No. NO. I sighed, I HATED to match voltages. They were the most absolutely confusing thing he had ever sensed, voltages were all uneven. So you would have to even them out, then there were so many, not only did you have to find an opposite but the same pulse of voltages. I sighed, and then gazed at the mess, and the plump wires criss cross over each other. They weaved, and I couldn't knit them into shape. So I sighed once more, and got to work.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Almost, done. I was still crooning over the parts of this appalling machinery, I was flabbergasted that Courage was still coining to the edge of his life. It seemed as if hours had droned by, though I suspected them mere minutes, my fingers graced over the few choice wires left. And it stroked a delicate scarlet coated one, the amount of power contained in its rubbery tomb glistened, and I split the remains of Cam's sizzling gloves, and then with consideration, molded the pieces together, they hummed sweetly in harmony. I sighed, a few more couples and I was finished, glancing at courage he still hadn't budged, and to make things better, he was cranking up a boiling fever. In the cool weather he was as if a hot iron in a block of ice, Cam was attending it as he medicated him with all these strange gadgets he had caked in his bag. But I was positive, that if Courage was going to relieve consciousness, it was in accomplice with this hunk of metal. I gnawed on the gum of my lower lip a bit more, and started to match up purring voltages.

Finally.

It only took an hour. An hour that whined on like an eternity, I mumbled as the wires were placed in their correct positions, as they overlapped each other. They intertwined, and I impatiently lingered for Courage to regain consciousness. But once again, the cyborg partner was as if a stone, I growled. What was wrong? I had matched everything! Did everything! I didn't understand, why didn't the lighting convert into an able functioning machine? I snarled, and then cursing at the heavens, let my cheeks chafe, the sparks snapping. And as the golden chips flanged, the machine shuddered. A shudder that was music that howled in my ears. There was one thing this machine needed, a jolt. A little push to go on.

And I had just the push.

The contribution of power slicking from my sore cheeks thundered, and I screamed, as the burns returned and I was soon shoved helplessly in the uncontrollable lighting. Once I finished, I sighed. Out of breath, I leaned in the cool machine, and it made me quiver as it dug. But, I received…

Another fellow quiver…

A strong one, too. I perked, then leaped back, for I saw Courage's eyes crack slowly. Sleepy eye was brushed frantically, and I and Cam pranced around Courage's dazzled body. I swiveled up to him, a big smirk graced on my face. I shuffled then licked my chapped lips, the weather bitter, but I felt absolutely scorching inside my heart.

I leaned in Courage, and he smiled feebly. Cam used this strange knob with a long twisted nose to close Courage's machinery.

We were done.

"Thanks…"

"Hah, it was nothing. Sides, I had to say thank you in some way."

Courage sniffled slightly, and grinned. I gave a wobbly smile back, but imy brain was throbbing. The power over my electricity was loosening; my leash was slipping from my hands. And I knew in my calloused heart, that I had to seize it again somehow, the burns were scowling at me to do so. I had to find a mentor, or tis shallow lighting would swallow me.

Hole.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Jordan: Freddy beddy…

Fred: -purrs-

Kirby –up a tree- That thing is vicious!

Jordan: -Fred rolls over so Jody can rub his belly, and Jordy rolls her eyes- Yeah sure is vicious.

Kirby: But. But…he is.

Jordan: -gets up- Well whatever I'm going to get a soda I'll be back.

Kirby: NO JORDAN!
Jordan: -walks away looks back- You'll be fine!

Fred: Mahwah alone at last….

Kirby: NOOO