Ah, the awkwardness of trapping two opposites together in the wilderness. Hehehe, I am so evil . Oh, and Alexia, how do you reply so fast? Do you have your computer ding every time I put up a new chapter or what?

Jezzie really had no idea when she lost control of the sled. One moment she was gripping the wheel, wondering whether Jetpack was trying to strangle her waist with his beefy arms or not, and the next, both runners were gone, and the sled was snowballing down a hill. Jezzie released the wheel, and Jetpack ignited his hidden pack. They were in the air for a few moments, until a flying piece of debris hit Guy in the back of the head. He cried out, and they lost some altitude. Jezzie was slipping, but she could just make out a deep snow bank just over a rise. Jetpack was groaning, and Jezzie could feel his grip on her waist loosening. Again, she wondered if it was on purpose. Stretching and straining, she twisted her shoulder, and plucked at the hidden shoulder strap. Just as she managed to get a grip on it, his grip finally went slack, and Jezzie was left dangling. She screamed, and the strap snapped. Now clinging desperately to his red sweatshirt, they swerved right, and Jezzie was crushed into a pine tree. Something in her arm snapped, and both she and the Jetpack fell into a deep white pile of icy snow. Jezzie somehow got on her knees, and saw a soaking wet Guy rubbing his head with a dazed look on his face. His sunglasses were missing a lens, and his back was spitting out black smoke.

"J?" he asked, crawling over to her. "What happened?"

"You got hit on the head." She grunted. She couldn't move her right arm, and it felt strangely numb.

"No kidding." He grunted, discarding his glasses. He shook his shoulders, and his dented jetpack fell onto the ground, where it made a grim crunching noise and promptly burst into flames. The pair stared at it for a moment. Jezzie nodded to herself.

"Think it's an omen?"

"No." Jetpack stood, and fell down again, gasping and gripping his right leg.

"What? What?" Jezzie was by his side in an instant, arm dangling. Guy was hissing through his teeth, nasty words that Jezzie was glad not to hear.

"It's my leg. Think it's twisted or something." His green eyes were screwed shut.

"Let me see." For once when speaking to him, Jezzie's voice was not thick with sarcasm and annoyance. She twitched her shoulder, and nothing happened.

"What happened to your arm?" Jetpack asked as Jezzie began to scoop up snow with her left arm, her right still hanging by her side. Jezzie remained silent, getting to her feet after numbing Jetpack's leg with clean white snow. She helped him up, and had him sit down on a rock a few yards away.

"Your leg is pretty bad, I can't tell if it's broken or not." She commented. Jetpack grabbed her uninjured shoulder and made her brown eyes stare into his bright greens.

"What. Happened. To your. Arm?" he demanded slowly, like he was speaking to someone with an incredibly low I.Q. Jezzie's heart-shaped face contorted into a scowl, and she gripped the one hand she could move into a fist.

"I. Don't. KNOW! Now, shut up and let me fix you!" She could have gotten the same message across by slapping him in his serious face, but settled on screaming her face into a bright red flush. Jetpack was taken aback. All of the girls at the PSA were more level headed and… awkward around him than her. Jezzie breathed deeply several times, and when her face color was back to the original tan, she opened them.

"You have a burn on your back from the jetpack. Take off your sweatshirt." He did as he was told, and Jezzie tried not to stare as his undershirt came off, most of it burned away. He sure wasn't hiding a gamer's gut under that jacket, she thought to herself as she began packing snow onto the burn on his lower back. He jerked away a few times, but finally sighed happily as the pain throbbed away.

"About your arm." Jetpack twisted around to face her, and touched her right arm lightly.

"Ou-ch!" she cried, surging away. Guy's mind was moving quickly, and he was holding Jezzie's arms in his wide hands in a moment.

"Count to five." He ordered, gripping her arms tightly. She looked skeptical, but began to do so slowly. When she reached three, Jetpack jerked his arms together, and sent Jezzie's right arm back into its socket. Jezzie screamed, and tears froze on her cheeks. Sobbing, she shook, cradling her arm.

"Sorry. Had to be done." Jetpack grunted, his face not betraying his guilt at having caused her pain. Jezzie grumbled something crossly, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She sniffed loudly, and looked around.

"Now that hurt Jezzie time is over, where do you think we are?"

Jetpack looked around, and rubbed his hand through his hair. "I… I'm not totally sure. Phone?" he had pulled out what was left of his phone, which was not much. Jezzie reached into her pocket for hers, but only came up with a palm full of lint.

"Nope." She stood up and began walking around, picking apart the remaining pieces of experimental sled. She came up with one ski runner and a thick book on Outdoor Survival. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that G had planned for them to crash. A few more minutes of rummaging and she had a long piece of twine.

"Get up." She said to Guy, and strapped everything to her back.

"If you haven't noticed, I can't do that right now." He replied scathingly. Jezzie glared.

"Lean on me, if you have to. We need to find shelter." Jetpack complied, and Jezzie half dragged, half carried him through the woods, looking for someplace safe to rest and take stock. She found it in the form of a deep rock cave. She cleared the brush that blocked the entrance and ducked inside. Once she found the far wall, she let Jetpack slump to the ground. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his face had paled, betraying his inner pain.

"So, now that we're here… what are we supposed to do?!" he snapped, gingerly massaging his injured leg. Jezzie pulled out the Survival Guide.

"According to this, we should build a fire." Jezzie read.

"Got any matches?"

"No…"

"Dang. Next step?"

"We use that fire to boil water safe to drink… use that fire to signal for help… we need a fire." Jezzie looked up to find Jetpack lounging with his hands behind his head. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face. Jezzie slammed the book shut. "Is this all some sick joke to you, Jet-boy?"

He laughed. "No, but I think I just found your matches." Jezzie tilted her head to the side and was tackled by a flying ball of hyperactive puffle.

"Rocky!" she squealed happily as her black puffle nuzzled her. Jetpack laughed, and Rocky shut him up with a growl. Jezzie stood, and pointed a finger at her partner.

"You, stay. Rockafellow, make him stay." She walked outside, leaving Rocky to guard the entrance from the wounded agent. She came back a few minutes later with an armful of wood, which she dumped in a pile. After some persuasion, Rocky lit up, and made the wood burst into flame. The smoke coiled up to the roof and snaked its way outside, pouring into the sky.

They stared at it for a long while, deep in thought. After what felt like an hour but was actually more like five minutes before Jetpack tried to get up and pace.

"Stop it." Jezzie said, but he didn't listen, limping in a line, turning, cursing as he landed wrong on his leg, and turning. After a while, he sat back down and began reading through the pocket agent's handbook that he kept in his back pocket. Jezzie shook her head in wonder.

"Why are you so obsessed with being the best agent ever?" she snorted, and without looking up, he answered.

"I know you've heard the rumors about me, so why don't you answer?"

Jezzie blushed, knowing perfectly well that she had listened intently in the training room to the girls talking about him, and how he was destined to be the best agent ever, since his parents had been.

"I… heard that your parents were great." She offered up weakly. It was the only gossip that wasn't about how "yummilicious" he was. He nodded, and looked at her.

"Yeah. They were. Until a mission went wrong and they disappeared, right?"

"No. I… didn't know that." Jezzie whispered. Jetpack nodded slowly.

"Well, they did. After a few months they were assumed dead. G adopted me, and I joined up then, for them."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

It was dark outside, and the fire couldn't keep the cold away. Jezzie shivered, and almost stuck her fingers and toes in the fire.

"What about your parents?" he asked eventually.

"Huh?"

"What happened to your parents?"

"They were on a cruise for their anniversary. The ship had a problem in the engine room, and they drowned." Feeling incredibly awkward, Jetpack patted her heavily on the shoulder. Rocky snuggled up against her legs and blinked his big black eyes at her. A few more hours passed, and Jezzie felt as though she was about to fall asleep. But before she did, she had one last question…

"Jetpack, how old were you?" she asked drowsily.

"Seven." He whispered. A moment of silence.

"Six." Jezzie yawned.

"What?" he shifted to look at her. She was leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

"I was six when my parents died." She said, and her breathing grew even. But then suddenly, she spoke.

"Is Jetpack really your first name?" Jetpack blinked several times at the randomness of the question.

"Um… no. My name was Justin when I was born." What did he just say?! Did he just really tell her his name? Her?! No one other than G knew his name. He looked at his partner, now fully asleep, and let his panic pass.

Maybe she wasn't that bad after all…