Hello! So I know it's been a while since I've updated this story. Doesn't mean it's in the garbage, writer's block is a you know what! Plus, I was hooked on updating other stories and all, but I'm now starting to think of ideas to boost this story up. Chris McClean needs love too! ;)

Also, just an FYI, I believe I started this story way before TDWT existed. In TDWT, Sierra reveals that Chris was born in 1978, making the timelines all messed up in this biography. Don't worry, the places and people are the same, just the times and all. So this chapter is taking place around the summer of '92 since Chris is around 14 or 15. Anywho, on with the chapter :)

While Chris sat in his dad's luxorious cabin writing new ideas, Darren was hosting his show.

"What's goin' on, hip hoppity viewers?" Darren says to the camera, pushing his mullet hair away from his face.

"Nice mullet, grandpa" One of the mean girls said, the others laughed. Darren just laughed along. Chris was watching the show live in the cabin, laughing as well.

"He really needs to shave that thing heheheh. Hmm, that's a good idea!" He wrote it down. "The contestants...must run around with...scissors and buzzers...trying to baldinize one of the contestants." He smiles and kisses the paper. "The one who's bald first, loses!" He laughs maniacally.

"Anyway," Darren cleared his throat. "Your challenge for the day is...animal beheadement!"

The contestants gasped and looked at him cluelessly. Darren just pulled out some weapons.

"Yeah, there's tons of animals on this campground! Just use one of these tools and try to behead as many animals as you can. The numnut that brings me the most heads will win invincibilty and will win a reward!"

"Dude, who writes this stuff? That's sick even for ME!" One of the jocks said.

Darren just laughed. "Oh, no one. Just a real awesome dude, probably!"

"GET HIM SOME HELP! Animal cruelty is WRONG!" An animal lover girl cried. She just hugged a bunny and started to cry, while the rest just stared at her. This made Chris laugh.

"Choke on it, treehugger! Heheheh. I got plenty of more for ya. That is, if you're still alive next week!" He maniacally laughed, banging his fist on the table. Meanwhile, Darren came in.

"Erica's a real freak, huh? She gives me the giggles too."

Chris just laughed. "I'm surprised she didn't give up after that bug challenge! Oh, by the way, I got one of these ideas from that mullet comment." He gave his father his new list of ideas.

"I don't know why you kids hate this hair so much. It gets the ladies spicy hot!"

"Pfft," Chris rolled his eyes. "Even Mom hates that thing. You should just shave it."

"Yeah yeah," He started reading the paper. "Cliff jumping, kayak turning, paint ingesting, ooh! I'm likin' this bald challenge you got here! But, I don't know. Their parensts might sue me or something."

"As long as no one loses a body part or starts bleeding to death, they shouldn't."

"That's true, my son." Darren walked up to hug his son. "I'm really proud of you, Chris. I can already see your ten pound coconuts in your five pound sack. Keep up the good work, kay?" Darren ended the hug, walking out. "I gotta check on the deadbeats."

Chris just sat back in his chair, so happy that his father was proud of him. Best. Summer. EVER! Chris thought.

It was now the final challenge in Darren and Dangerous, i.e. the last week of summer. Chris, with a competent grin on his face, was walking through the park, listening to his walkman(this was before CD players were popular).

Chris was thinking about how much fun he had throughout the summer until he looked up at a 14 story cliff. There were many cliffs in this huge park and campground, but this was the only one that had a person hanging off of it, hanging onto his dear life.

Chris's eyes widened as he ran over towars the high cliff. He saw his father looking up. Chris hid from the camera. He had a blonde wig and glasses in his pocket. He went over to a tree and quickly putting them on, hiding his identity.

"Cmon man, you won't die!" Darren yelled to the teenage boy hanging on.

"What the heck! Yes I will! Gina died when she fell off here two weeks ago!"

"And look at her now, her face is in magazines and all! Cmon, just let go and you're promised the 20 thousand dollars!"

Ah man, Chris thought. I have to do something. He rushed over and held his arms out above the teenage boy. Darren saw his son there and glared.

"Yo! Intern dude, get out of the way!"

"No!" Chris yelled back. "I, I can't watch someone else, you know, die!"

Darren just laughed. "What are you, a romantic or something? It's not a big deal. Step outta the way."

Chris just looked up and yelled. "Dude! Just let go! I'll catch you!"

"You'll be crushed!" The boy yelled from above.

"No, my pecs are good right now, I'll be fine!"

The boy gulped and, with one final breath, let go and fell, screaming.

Chris held his arms out. As soon as the boy was close to the ground, Chris reached up and caught the boy, instantly falling to the ground.

The boy, who was named PJ, got off of the blonde haired "intern", feeling himself. "I, I'm dead. I gotta be dead!"

Darren just sighed, feeling unenthusiastic. "No, no you're not. You're alive, and you win the 20 thousand dollars. Congrats."

"Cool beans!" He hugs Chris. "Thank you so much, intern guy. You're a life saver!"

"No prob, bro. Glad you're alive."

PJ was instructed to wait by the cabin for the check, so he headed there. Darren just glared at his son, taking the wig and glasses off. "Go wait in the helicopter, and don't talk to me!" Darren walked off, leaving Chris clueless at what just happened.

On the heli-ride back home, Darren just glared, simply navigating the copter, exchanging no words to his hero son. He finally spoke up.

"Well, you finally got your dream. You're that stupid Captain Crust! Happy now?"

Chris just leaned his head on his hand, with a blank yet sad expression.

Darren continued. "PJ was a total bumpkin, Chris. He'd never be able to sue me even with the worst lawyer! Now, because he survived, we're 20 grand short."

"But dad," Chris finally spoke up. "Don't the ratings bring in money-"

"Oh, trust me. The news will definitely know who you are now! Those cameramen aren't editing a thing! They're gonna know you, Chris McClean, my son, is a softy sucky superhero-like nice guy! I'm starting to wonder if I'm even your dad. Seriously."

"Well I-"

"I mean, you didn't seem to care when Gina died."

Chris shrugged. "I was watching it from the cabin, dad, there wasn't any time!" He quieted his father with that statement. "Dad, I was just trying to save you from a lawsuit. And look, that kid won a cool 20 grand, his beef with you should be cut by now."

Darren just sighed. "I know. I don't hate you, kid. I just...I don't know." He was speechless the whole ride home. Chris just listened to Nirvana on his walkman, wondering into thought.

Maybe I have too much sympathy, he thought. You know what? I do! I shouldn't care about others I don't know! RIght? Right? Dad's right, he's always right. I am not a softy and I never will be, from this day forth.