A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. They mean a lot. And desoto dame , I don't care if you don't like it. Don't be so mean. It's not the best story but it's not the worst ether! Some people are good and others are not we all have our own ways of writing. Anyway…So as promised he is alive and well. Hope you like this one. And I don't have a beta so sorry for any miss spelled words. And wow, Johnny is loved. lol. I killed him because I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could. I didn't mean to upset anyone.

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Brackett woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up looking around and spotted Johnny eating trail mix and sipping water from his canteen. He watched the younger man toss a nut to a chipmunk. Roy looked over at him. "What's wrong Doctor?"

Brackett grabbed his canteen and took a long drink. "Nothing, how long was I asleep?"

"About twenty-five minutes."

"Oh, he stood up and stretched as he saw Johnny stand up and smile. Roy stood up slowly and waited. Johnny started off leading the others. He was looking down at the ground. "Do you know what animal made that?" He pointed to prints on the ground.

Roy looked at it then looked around. "Bear? I just hope there aren't any snakes around."

"No, it's a fox"

Brackett was drinking some more cool water from the canteen and tapping his foot. This seemed familiar.

Roy and John started walking again. John found some more prints and started to follow them, he just couldn't remember what the name of the animal that made them were called.

Brackett was about to start talking photos when he looked around and saw Roy sniffing a tree.

"Smells pretty good." Said Roy.

Suddenly Brackett felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. This was familiar, just like his dream. He moved closer to Johnny, he wouldn't say anything to his friend after all it was probably just a dream. But just in case. Johnny turned and looked at him before turning back around.

Johnny was walking close to the edge of a cliff and lost his footing on some lose rocks and fell over. At that moment Brackett grabbed Johnny and jerked backwards, and both fell away from the edge and rolled.

Johnny sat up and looked at Brackett. "Thanks Doc. You saved my life…again"

"I'm just glad I was in the right place at the right time. You'd do the same for me."

"Yeah, anytime." He replied and got to his feet brushing off the dirt and leaves. Roy leaned down and offered his hand to the doctor and pulled him to his feet.

"That was a good catch, Doctor Brackett."

"Well I wouldn't want Dixie to beat me up for not watching out for her favorite Paramedic."

Johnny stood up and walked away from the cliff. "I have an idea, let's go get some lunch! I'm getting hungry. Whoever gets the least amount of fish has to gut, clean and cook them." He smiled brightly he just knew he had this one.

Roy smiled. "Yeah. But I'm not gutting anything." He felt lucky today.

They went back to camp and grabbed their fishing gear.

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Roy had a hard time putting his fishing rod together while the other two had there's in the water trying to catch some fish.

Bracket looked at his fishing rod as it started to jerk. "I got one!" He ran over to it and started to real it in and once he did he found he had a huge foot long rainbow trout. "Do I win?"

Johnny smiled. "You did well. But I'm going to do better."

Brackett put the fish on the stringer and back in the water to keep it fresh. Then he tossed his line out again and less than a minute later he had another catch, he reeled it in and this one was also big but was slightly smaller than the first.

Roy finally got his rod together and turned his arms back like he was going to hit a baseball and swung the rod, his line sailed out, landing with a plop. He then sat on rock nearby and pulled out a book from his bag.

Johnny reeled his in to see why he wasn't catching anything. And once he did he found the worm was gone, he put another one on and tossed it out at that same time Roy yelled out. "I got one!" He looked over and saw him reeling it in his muscles flexed and he was struggling.

Brackett came over to give him a hand. "No. I got it. Man it must be a big one!" But once he saw what was on the end he his face flushed a bright red.

Johnny let out a laugh. "Yeah, real big Roy." He burst out laughing and Brackett rolled his eyes.

Roy looked down at the small fish must not have been bigger than a pin in length and was fatter around then in length. "Man. This little guy sure did give me hell. I'll just put him back." He threw it back and looked at John and the Doctor. "It still counts as one right?" Afraid to ask he looked down and put another worm on his hook.

Johnny stopped laughing and went over to his rod.

"Guys?" But he didn't get a reply. "It better." He threw his line out again hoping for better luck.

Latter on Brackett caught five more fish and the other two still waited.

Johnny looked up at his rod and saw it moving. "Yes!" He walked over there and started to reel it in and half way in it got stuck. "O-no. Why me?" His line was caught on a rock.

Roy tried not to laugh as he walked away towards some bushes while Johnny cut his line.

Johnny looked back and didn't see Roy anywhere. "Hey Doc. Can I have one of your fish?"

"No cheating Johnny." Then Brackett's line started to jerk again. "Now this is my kind of day."

Johnny looked on in disbelief. He fixed his line back up again and tossed out with a slight jerk of his arm.

Roy came back and stood by Johnny. "I'm glad you invited me. It's better than the last time we went."

"Yeah, but I'm glad Chet didn't come."

Brackett once again caught on and the two looked at him. "How many does that make Doc?" Johnny was hoping he would leave and get a drink or something so he could steal one of his fish.

"Eight."

Roy whistled and waited for his next catch but then it started to get dark and the fish needed to be cooked so they all started to reel their lines in, when Johnny felt something on his line. "I think I got something." He reeled it in and saw a catfish looking back at him. "Ha! Roy you're cooking!"

"Me? I caught a fish you didn't."

"What do you call this? It's a fish and it's bigger than yours so I win."

"But I caught one first."

"So. Mine is still bigger so I win!"

"That isn't even a fish! It should go under a different category!"

"It's still a fish! That's why it's a catfish."

Brackett held up his hand. "Will you two stop it? You both loose. Why don't you both cook while I rest."

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The sun had gone down and the three men were sitting around the campfire having finished up the fish dinner and cleaned up. The stars overhead were shining brightly in the dark sky. Much better than in L.A. where the smog often blocked the sky out. Roy leaned back onto his elbows and looked up trying to find the constellations. Johnny sat there telling stories that his grandfather had told him on the many occasions that they had gone camping. Doctor Brackett listened closely, finding the stories very interesting. It was good to get away from work and just be Kel instead of always the doctor.

Then after finishing that story, Johnny began to sing and Brackett figured it was Seminole. It had a haunting feel to it, and Johnny sang it with feeling, seemingly lost in the song. Roy sat up listening too.

Later that night they started to fall asleep when they heard howling. "Coyotes?" Roy looked over at Johnny.

"Nope. It's Yvhv's." He said smiling.

Roy looked at him confused. "Isn't that a wolf?"

Johnny started to hum to himself and just shook his head yes.

Later on they were in all asleep the air staying cool. The next morning Brackett woke up to find his sleeping bag gone. He looked around and his pack was gone too. 'Johnny, Roy."

Johnny shot up in his bed and looked around. "What?"

"Have you seen my pack?" Johnny shook his head rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What about my sleeping bag?" Johnny got up and walked away. "Roy! Hey wake up."

Roy peeked one eye open. "Hu?"

"I lost my stuff. Could you help me find it?"

Roy looked around and saw it over where Johnny's was. "Over there."

Brackett went to get his sleeping bag. "Do you see my bag any where?"

"No."

Brackett looked all over for it but couldn't find it anywhere.

Johnny came back and looked around. "What are you still laying around for Roy? We still have some hiking to do!" He started roll his sleeping bag up and put his things away.

A/N: only one more chapter to go. The next one will be way better I promise. I just wanted this one to be about him living. Hope this one wasn't a disappointment! The next one will have laughs and action in it. Thanks for reading. Please Review. Please no flames.