Upon request by somebody, I wrote this chapter like... as fast I could with my hectic school schedule, but yah... hope you all like it, because I yah... I kind of rushed. There will be better next time. YAH see, reviwing does get chapters going, lol. Thanx for reading!

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Frank looked wide eyed as he watched the cabin window shatter open as a load of snow burst through the empty hole in the wall, knocking him off his feet into a lounge chair. The chair fell backwards with him in it. Frank quickly covered himself up, throwing his arms in front of him as the snow piled on top of him.

What was only mere seconds felt like hours to Frank. He was breathless, scared that the house he would be buried in a cabin with no way to get out, or even worse, the house could collapse.

When all the rumbling stopped, he felt a tingling sensation as the snow that covered him melted on his warm skin. His heart stopped for a second. Joe was next to the window.

"Joe?" Frank said, pushing himself up from the snow.

He received no answer.

Frank scrambled up towards where Joe was before the avalanche. He dropped to the ground, digging through the huge mound of snow covering his baby brother.

"Joe, Joe, Joe. You have to be okay. Where are you?" Frank said as he dug until his fingers clawed painful onto something hard.

He drew back his hand quickly, rubbing his finger to warm up and because they now had the tingling sensation you get when you hit something on accident. Quickly forgetting about his fingers, he pushed away the snow, realizing that he had hit the couch that Joe was sleeping on earlier.

"Joe?" Frank said frantically as he dug, trying to push the heavy couch out of the way.

Joe must be either under or near the thing. He had to find Joe or his parents would kill him, but mainly because he would not live it down to know he couldn't protect his younger brother away from their parents for just one day. This was all his fault. He should have given Joe the bed. It was his birthday after all. If Joe had been sleeping on the bed, he wouldn't be buried under the load of snow right now.

After frenetically throwing snow out of the area he was searching in, his finger brushed skin. Joe was under the couch, which made it difficult for Frank to find where to start digging. Frank quickly located where Joe's head was after pushing the couch up a bit. He started brushing the snow away to get a clearer view of Joe's face.

Joe had a long gash on the side of his head that seemed to still be bleeding a little bit, but what scared him the most was that he was unconscious.

"Joe?" Frank said softly, patting his brother's face.

He was afraid he might injure his brother if he pulled him out.

After an agonizing few seconds, Frank heard an explicit groan come from Joe.

Joe moved his head to his left away from Frank's touch.

Frank didn't know what to do. Although Joe and him have been in a jam or two, he never had to deal with Joe being unconscious before.

Come on Frank, think, think, think. What would dad do?

Since he didn't want to move Joe just yet, he kneeled on the floor to scoop arm loads of snow out of the way to set his brother free. Every once and a while, the snow from the window would start flowing in due to him moving the pile out of the way. Finally, after a while of pushing, scooping, and lifting, he got to Joe who was still unconscious in front of him. He had had to lift the heavy wooden couch out of the way before he could get to his brother.

After some long thinking of the dangers of leaving Joe where he was and moving him, Frank decided it was probably best to move Joe out of the way onto the bed. Putting his arms under Joe's neck and knees, he carefully lifted Joe up, hoping he wouldn't drop Joe. Although Joe was very big for being a 14 year old, it's still pretty hard to carry someone when your arms are only so long. Joe was 5'5" in height and he was only 5'10". Okay, so it probably was a significant difference, but with Joe getting into his growing stage of puberty, he was catching up to his size quick.

He had to admit he can be kind of mean sometimes, because he loved making fun of Joe's size on the football field compared to the other guys who outweighed his younger brother by at least 50 pounds, 50 pounds of muscle, but he could always count on Biff who was part of the defense line of the Bayport High football team to watch out for his brother. It was kind of funny that those two became best friends at a young age with Joe being a year younger and puny and Biff a year older and buff. Sometimes he wondered if Joe liked Biff more than him because he seemed to idolize Biff. It wasn't very unnoticeable that him and Joe didn't have many similar interests, but they both agreed they wanted to be just like their father to bring justice to the world and to protect the innocent, all that good stuff. Well for a while now, Biff has been trying to buff Joe up with some vigorous weight lifting and such because Joe's been eyeing that quarterback position on the team, seeing that the current quarterback is graduating this year. Although Joe had always been the little guy seeing that he often hung around his friends, Joe was a feisty little kid who would challenge a guy twice his size with no thought to himself. That was usually where he came in to bust his butt out of trouble, but he remembered a retelling of a story Iola told him about a long whiles ago.

Flashback

"Give that back to her!" 7 year old Joseph Hardy said in a challenging manner to the 10 year old.

Joe had tagged along with Frank to play on the jungle gym with his big brother Frank and Frank's friends Tony, Biff, and Chet who were 8, and Chet's little sister Iola who was 6. Iola had been playing with Joe on the jungle gym area while the other boys were playing a game of soccer. Supposedly, Joe couldn't play because it wasn't even and Iola couldn't play because she was a girl. The two felt a little left out but ended up having a fun time playing in the sand building sand castles with a bucket, shovel, and water from the water fountain until the big blond headed, blue eyed Chuck Murray stole Iola's shovel.

"Well make me you little pip-squeak." Chuck said, with a huge grin on his face.

Joe was fuming. NO one calls him pip-squeak or steals stuff from girls who are younger than them. With a burst of anger, Joe lunged for Chuck, catching the bully by surprise. They both landed on the ground hard since Joe did slam into Chuck really hard.

Chuck was a little stunned, but got back on his feet quickly, strangling Joe in a grip around his body so his arms couldn't move.

"Let me go you dirty mustard breath!" Joe yelled, struggling to let himself free, and ended up stomping on Chuck's foot.

Although Chuck was bouncing around holding his foot, his cronies were right near him, quickly twisting Joe's arm behind his back, making Joe cry angry tears at the humiliation.

"Hey what's going on here?"

Joe looked up and saw Iola with Angelo, Tony's older brother in tow in her hand. Angelo was 14 years old, and he guessed Iola was pretty smart to find him.

"Ummm… nothing. We're just pretend wrestling." Chuck's toe-headed friend said, letting Joe go.

"It didn't look like any pretend wresting to me." Angelo said with a menacing glare on his face. "If I hear you're messing with my two little buddies here or any little kid again, I'll find you." Angelo said, watching as the three scrambled to run away.

Angelo didn't like it when people messed with little kids since he did have a younger brother to take care of anyways.

"Wow Angelo! You were awesome!" Joe said admiringly, taking Angelo's hand as he pulled him onto his feet.

"Anything for you little buddies. What happened?" Angelo asked.

Before Joe could say anything, Iola started telling Angelo about how Joe beat up that big, ole bully and how she went to find him.

Joe started blushing when Iola was saying all the nice things about him. He looked at the ground near him, picking up the plastic shovel.

"Here Iola." Joe said handing the shovel to her.

"You're the best Joey!" Iola said with a big smile on her face.

End Flashback

Well after that event, Iola seemed to admire Joe even more than she liked him before he defended her, and you'd probably know where that went now. They're a happy new couple, but won't be for long if they didn't get out of the jam they're in.

Frank looked up, hearing a groan come from Joe.

"Joe?" Frank said, quickly jumping to his feet.

Joe didn't open his eyes, but he slowly moved his hand up to touch his head.

"Ow, why's my head hurt?" Joe asked all sluggishly, barely able to open his eyes.

"You hit your head dummy." Frank smiled. "Are you okay, you got me worried."

"I think I'll be okay. Just… sleep." Joe said softly, closing his eyes to go back into slumber land.

Frank sighed. What a beginning this vacation had. He just hoped Joe didn't have a serious head injury because they had to get out of the cabin. He also hoped Joe wouldn't freak out when he finds out about the avalanche and they're predicament.

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