Ya'll know the drill by now. And also, I am not Disney. Disney owns Club Penguin. Conclusion: I do not own club Penguin.

There was a large splash and Jetpack Guy fell through the ice and into the water. Jezzie had to grin and stepped forward to help him out when he resurfaced.

Big mistake.

Even though she was much smaller than Jetpack she plummeted downward anyway, ice scraping her sides as she slipped under

The water was like one thousand needles jutting into her. As warm as the water by the Cove was, this far out at sea it was just above freezing, one degree above turning solid. She forced open her eyes, and saw Jetpack Guy struggling to rise to the surface, his red jacket full of water. Kicking her way towards him, Jezzie felt her duct tape falling off her shoes, leaving her with a pair of thin socks and the plastic soles. She forced the jacket off, revealing a yellow and black device strung under it. She unclipped the belt holding it to his shoulders and pulled him to the surface. When her head broke, she gasped gratefully and pulled herself out of the drink, dragging Jetpack Guy behind her. Gasping, water was streaming from his black hair. He had lost his sunglasses, and was now wearing only a dark grey T-shirt. She had lost some of her bracelets and her shoes. The crowd of stranded people now sent over loud guffaws and chunks of taunting sentences.

"Well… that was refreshing." Jezzie panted, wringing out her hair. Jetpack Guy combed his fingers through his hair, leaving it in dark spikes.

"Yeah, that's the word. Refreshing." he said, and looked at Jezzie, who was looking at him. His eyes were green. A really, deep, dark green. Wow. Quickly she drop-kicked her unborn compliments away, and stood. He followed suit.

"What now?" Jezzie asked him, flinging her arms up, and sending water droplets everywhere.

"Now we go get supplies from G, and we help." he said, and started walking. He called over his shoulder: "And by the way, you owe me a new jetpack." Struggling to keep on her feet with only socks, Jezzie followed, muttering to herself. She was shivering like crazy when they got to the Shop, and she couldn't feel her feet.

"G!" she yelled, and heard a crash and a cry in the manager's office.

"Yes, how can I help you?" he asked as he hurried in.

"We need some supplies to rescue some people stranded on a drifting piece of the Ice Berg." She said.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." he said simply, crossing his arms. Jetpack Guy slammed his hands onto the counter angrily.

"G, it's us, and don't I don't have time for games." he growled. His hair was growing stiff with sea salt, forming into messy spikes.

"If you don't have time for a game, then you must have time for a question." he said mysteriously. "how many pairs of socks do I own?" he asked, and leaned back.

"Why in the name of Mod would I know that?" Jetpack Guy sputtered angrily.

"Fifty-one." Jezzie whispered to herself.

"What?" Jetpack Guy turned on her.

"You own fifty-one pairs of socks!" Jezzie said triumphantly. Jetpack Guy looked at her like she was mad. G smiled and pressed a button. A section of wall opened up, and a large rope with a grappling hook and a tube launcher appeared. Jetpack Guy claimed the launcher, and Jezzie threw the rope over her shoulder. G administered a new pair of shoes and two pairs of sunglasses for the pair. Jetpack Guy retrieved his extra coat and a brand new jetpack, and Jezzie a new sweater. They got back to the ice berg, and all passengers were rescued. One, a tall beanpole of a boy with nervous gray eyes, thanked them over and over again.

"Now I can go back to my telescope. I hope that it wasn't damaged while I was gone." he said, trying not to make it seem to obvious that he was staring at Jezzie. Jetpack guy turned to go, but Jezzie caught the boy's arm.

"You have a telescope?" she asked, blinking her big brown eyes slowly. "That's soooo cool." she drawled, and the boy blushed.

"Well, you know…" he said, flipping his hair and trying to look cool. "just some nuts and bolts… only took me two days to make."

Jezzie widened her eyes. "You mean, you made it all by yourself? Wow, I could never have done that. It must be pretty nice, huh?" she purred, and Jetpack Guy steamed for some unknown reason.

"Yeah, would you like to take a look? You could see the whole island from where I have it set up." he said, and Jezzie took his arm and began walking briskly.

"Let's go, not a moment to lose." she said, back to her normal, in-a-hurry self. Suddenly understanding, Jetpack Guy smiled to himself and followed Jezzie and her love-struck prisoner.

He watched with amusement on the Ski Hill while the nerd tried to flirt, while Jezzie was only interested in scanning the island for two puffles. With a cry, she pointed to the tallest mountain.

"Let's go." she urged, and soon they were running off, the boy with the telescope yelling for Jezzie to call him.

When they reached the Tallest Mountain, Jetpack guy expertly hooked the rope on a ledge, and they climbed up it quickly. The purple puffle was quickly caught by Jetpack Guy, while Jezzie cornered the green one.

"Come on, nice puffle, good puffle…" she crooned.. She jumped forward, but the puffle evaded her.

She tumbled over the edge.

She screamed.

The freezing air was whistling in her ears, and whipping her hair. Her own screams were all that she could hear, besides the beating of her heart. Suddenly, the roaring of a motor was in her ears, and something hard and strong was wrapped around her middle. With a shriek, she clung to Jetpack Guy, who had jumped into the abyss after her, his hidden jetpack flaring to life. He shifted her so that she was lounging in his arms. He flew them back to the curious puffles and set Jezzie down in the snow.

"Breathe! Breathe, Jezzie!" he said, and Jezzie obeyed, taking several shaky breaths. She was shaking, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Jezzie, are you okay?" he asked her, worried that maybe she was in shock.

She swallowed several times. "I think I'm in love with your jetpack right now." she whispered. He nodded seriously.

"Well, we can arrange a date between you two later." he said. Jezzie attempted a smile. He looked over her shoulder at the two puffles.

"We should get them back." he said. Jezzie got to her feet, and rubbed her hands together briskly.

"Right."

"Stay away from the edge." he joked with a solemn face. In response, Jezzie punched his arm.

Jezzie and Jetpack Guy stood in front of G, heads bowed. Jezzie was having flashbacks of being given a lecture by her parents, while Jetpack Guy's mind was begging him to protest, though he remained silent.

"Frankly, your teamwork just didn't cut it today." G said darkly.

"But we finished the mission." Jezzie said quietly. Jetpack Guy echoed her comment, but it came out as a mumble.

"Yeah, by luck! And luck doesn't last!" G said. He glared them down for a moment, and sighed. "look, you two will attend the training session tomorrow. Get some rest." he let them go.

"That was a relief." Jezzie sighed when they were down the hall. In a response, Jetpack Guy walked into his room and shut the door in her face. Shaking her head in wonder, Jezzie trooped to her room, and slept through the night, Rockafellow curled up beside her.

The next morning Jetpack Guy opened the door to Jezzie's room, and almost got attacked by a snarling black puffle.

"Whoa, Rocky. He's okay." Jezzie crooned to him, and slowly the puffle backed up. Jezzie was wearing a pair of paint-splattered sweats and a tight shirt with the name of a popular band imprinted on the front. Her new shoes were laced up, and her wispy hair had been wrestled into a ponytail. "Hey." she greeted her partner, once again in a red sweatshirt.

"Hey," he grunted. "Ready for training?"

"Yep." Jezzie said, bouncing from toe to toe. He raised his eyebrows, and Jezzie was suddenly nervous of her first training session.

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