Gooood morning, fanfiction readers and reviewers! I'm here again with a new chapter of "Crafty Encounters"!

(loud applause and clapping)

You're all too kind! Anyway, thanks to all of the reviewers for their encouraging words! I promise that I'll update a lot more often!

Wooly: Smurfnation! Just think of how many reviews we'll smurf when the other stories come out! We'll be smurfed to our eyeballs with'em!

Wild: (chitters, pounding his chest)

Nat? Translation?

Nat: He says that he wouldn't be surprised if it happened.

Anyway, this chapter may be a bit shorter than usually, but it's really really important! Disclaimer time

Wooly: We here belon' to Peyo.

And Crafty belongs to me, frostforge44!

Nat: Let's get this chapter over with, you Hickory Nuts!

Crafty woke up in the morning and did her usually routine: Went for a morning jog with Hefty while greeting fellow early-risers like Farmer and Vanity, got Baby out of his crib and got both ready for the day before breakfast. After all of that, she would go to check on Hummer like she did every day that week. It wouldn't be long before he would be able to fly again.

"How are we doing this morning, Hummer?" Crafty asked with Baby in arms.

Hummer softly cooed a "good morning" and beat his wing showing he was doing fine.

"Well, Baby and I are going to get some breakfast. Just smurf if you need anything," Crafty waved as she and Baby went off to the mess hall. Hummer only nodded and went for a sip of water. He had gotten used to the strange "smurf" language that his new and hospitable friends spoke.

On the contrary, he loved it here in the village. The Smurfs were friendly, the Smurflings provided good playtime, Smurfette gave him many flowers to eat out of every day, Doctor and Papa Smurf had given him many potions and treatments to help with his wing. But most of all, Hummer really felt confident about his stay because of the pep talk he got from a certain Smurf.

It had only been yesterday since Hummer was freed from the prison set up by this "Gargamel" by these friendly Smurfs. Yet he couldn't help but feel what the Smurfs would call "unsmurfy". He had been able to fly all of his life, not once has he not being given the ability or opportunity.

He sat at the sunshine-filled area of the nest that had been built for him. He looked up at the sky and felt the yearning to fly again. So, he tried flapping one wing at first and once he got used to flapping, he tried the other one. He felt pain but didn't stop until he actually hovered. The pain became too much and he squawked as he fell back into the nesting.

"Hummer!"

He felt the nest move as the Smurf made his way up the nest hastily. When he got up to the nest area, Hummer recognized this Smurf to be the one that carried him to food only yesterday. The one named Hefty Smurf.

"Hummer! Are you alright, buddy?" Hefty asked lifting the hummingbird out of the nesting. Hummer mournfully chirped and nodded.

Hefty sighed in relief and inquired, "What did you think you were smurfing? You're wing's not going to heal in only one day!"

Hummer huffed and tried flapping again, before squeaking in pain as he tucked in his injured wing.

"See? But I think I know what's bugging you," Hefty pointed out.

Hummer tilted his head in confusion.

"You feel like you can't let something like a broken wing stop you from doing what you want to do most. Like how you want to fly again."

Hummer nodded slowly, wondering how the Smurf had known about his problem.

"Believe me, I know, Hummer. I once had a broken leg and it lasted for like three months!"

Hummer's beak dropped. Three months? Hummer couldn't even imagine even having to sit still for more than three minutes or even three hours! How did he get through it?

"But you know what I did?" Hummer shook his head. "Well, Handy made me a "Wheelsmurfer," which helped me get around until my leg healed. And it's not like you're alone. It's like what Crafty said: All of us Smurfs are gonna help you in any way we can."

Hummer looked forward and over the village. All of the Smurfs seemed to love to lend a hand whether it be to each other or to other living creatures. The only thing was all they wanted in return was friendship. Not riches, food, or even land. Just friendship.

Hummer shook his head as he heard Hefty continue, "And, hey. You've got one, two weeks tops before you can fly again. Be lucky that nothing worse smurfed you. You'll get through it."

Hefty winked and jumped down to the ground to continue with his chores. Hummer looked back up at the sky. He still yearned for the wind to blow through his feathers and to get food on his own. But it would have to wait.

He walked over to the shady part of the nest and curled up to rest his wing. It would only be a matter of time now. Who knows? Maybe he'll even like it here.

"Crafty?" Crafty turned to the source of the voice as she went to grab her breakfast.

She smiled as she replied, "Yes, Papa Smurf?"

"Would you mind smurfing with me back to my mushroom when you're finished with your breakfast? I have something important to talk with you about."

"Uh, sure. I'll come, Papa."

Papa smiled as he patted her cap, "Good. Enjoy your breakfast, my dear."

"Hmm," Crafty hummed to herself as she sat next to Baby's high chair. "Papa's never done this before. I wonder if I did something wrong."

"Hello, Cra-AACHOOO! ACHOOO! AACCHOOOO!...Hello, Crafty."

Crafty smiled and laughed silently as she recognized the sneeze of Sickly Smurf. The sick Smurf clothed with a scarf, mittens, and earmuffs along with his ordinary white pants and hat sat with his hot porridge across from Crafty. He shivered and sniffled as he took a sip of his hot food.

"How are you smurfing this morn-ACHOO! This morning?" Sickly said in his typically weak voice and his signature sneeze.

"Feeling smurfy as ever, Sickly. Still feeling under the weather?" Crafty remarked raising her eyebrow in a humorous manner.

"Oh, ha ha ha-ah-ah-ACHOO! ACHOOO!"

"Hi, Crafty! Hi, Sickly!" Smurfette greeted as she walked over along with Hefty, Vanity and Handy. All of them sat near each other at the table. Smurfette, Vanity and Sickly on one side and Hefty, Handy, and Crafty on the other.

All but Crafty and Sickly made friendly conversation as they ate their meals. Sickly was just usually quiet except for his constant sneezing. Crafty was only interested in getting out as soon as possible to see what Papa Smurf wanted to speak to her about.

"You're pretty-ACHOO!-pretty quiet, Crafty. Are you getting sick, too?" Sickly asked.

"Huh?" Crafty asked, not really paying attention, as she fed Baby his breakfast. "Oh, no. I'm fine. I'm just itching to get started on my day, that's all."

Sickly thought nothing of it and went back to his hot meal, hoping to soothe his headache and sore throat.

Only moments later were Baby and Crafty finished with their breakfast.

"Alright, I'll see you Smurfs later," Crafty said as she placed Baby in the front part of her holder and picked up her dishes to return to Greedy.

"Why done so early, Crafty?" Handy asked.

"Eh, Papa wants to talk with me. So I have to go, now. Bye," Crafty went to the kitchen and dropped off her dishes along with Baby's. She left the mess hall and went to the mushroom with a red roof and white spots to wait for Papa. Seeing as he wasn't there, she just sat in his lab and waited.

It was only a short wait before Papa Smurf came back to his home with Brainy trailing behind him. He obviously heard something important was going to happen, he wanted to be there.

"Ah, hello, Crafty. And hello to you too, Baby," Papa tickled Baby's belly causing him to squirm and giggle in delight.

"So, you wanted to speak to me about something, Papa?"

"Yes, Papa Smurf. Just what is this important piece of news you have to share. Perhaps I could assist with it?" Brainy asked hopefully.

"Actually, no Brainy. I've already smurfed all of the preparations needed," Papa said almost irritably.

Crafty tilted her head. Preparations? Preparations for what?

Papa cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, I was told when you were brought here that you had no recollection of where you came from or who you were, am I correct?"

"Oh, yes, Papa Smurf! In fact, I was the first to realize that Crafty had no idea of who she really-"

"Yes, it's true, Papa," Crafty snapped interrupting Brainy's current rant.

"Well, if that's the case, I have made a special potion to help you regain your memory."

Crafty's face brightened. "Really? Oh, thank you, Papa Smurf!"

Papa chuckled and continued, "Now, it should have an immediate effect on you, but it does have a serious side-effect: You will smurf unconsciousness for seven days. One whole week. It needs that time to help your memories return to you at a nice, slow pace."

Seven whole days? What about Hummer? Who's gonna look after him?

Papa noticed her distress and reasoned, "I'm only telling you this now, I know. But I won't make you smurf it now. Just come and see me when you wish to have this done, alright?"

Crafty smiled softly smiled and nodded. She stood and asked, "Could I just smurf a few minutes?"

Papa smiled back and nodded. Crafty left the mushroom and went to Hummer's nest. He was currently soaking in some sunshine and really enjoying it.

"Hummer?"

Hummer opened his eyes and looked down from his nest. He smiled as he saw it was Crafty and hopped down the steps to greet her with a one-winged hug. Crafty laughed and hugged him back, but then turned serious.

"Hummer. I know this is unexpected, but there's something I need to do, so I won't be able to care for you for the next seven days. Other Smurfs will help you if you need it, okay?"

Hummer looked confused, but could tell how serious Crafty was being and that she needed to do this task badly. So, he nodded with understanding in his eyes. She smiled at him and hugged him again. Baby felt left out, so he buried his head into Hummer's chest and babbled as he felt his feathers.

Crafty chuckled, "And even Baby will help, too, won't you Baby?"

Baby giggled and squeezed his feathers before letting go. Crafty patted Hummer on his beak before turning to go back to Papa's mushroom.

"Alright, Papa. I'm all ready to go," Crafty said getting comfortable in her bed. Papa had suggested Crafty to lie in bed since the potion he was to give her would be immediate.

Papa held out the potion flask filled with a glowing, green liquid. Crafty took it in her hands and stared at it for a minute then looked over at Papa and Brainy. She took a deep breath and took the potion down her throat in only three gulps.

Crafty nearly spat the potion out of her mouth but swallowed all of it, letting out a disgusted sound afterwards.

Papa chuckled, "I may have forgotten to mention that while its magic is very powerful, so is its taste. Hehe."

Before Crafty could even let out a complaint, she felt her body completely relax and her eyes become extremely heavy. She let out a loud yawn and laid her head back into the pillow.

Papa patted her arm comfortably and said, "We'll be right here when you wake up, Crafty. Just let the potion run its course."

Crafty couldn't even nod or give any inkling that she heard him. Her strength was just draining too fast. Her world went entirely dark before she even knew it.

"Harmony? Could you please gather the Smurfs for an announcement?"

"Sure, Papa Smurf!" Harmony then blew his horn, and very off-key, anysmurf might add. Everyone would envy Crafty who was too out of it to even hear Harmony's music, even if it was any good.

In only minutes, all of the Smurfs were gathered in the center of the village, muttering to themselves as they waited for Papa to make his announcement.

"Attention, my little Smurfs!"

The crowd died down as Papa spoke up to give his news.

"Now, you all know that Crafty has been looking after Hummer for the past week, am I correct?"

There were enthusiastic agreements throughout the crowd as they nodded yes.

"Well, I'm afraid that Crafty will be unable to smurf for Hummer for the next few days, so we must smurf to his needs when it is necessary. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Papa Smurf!" The Smurfs complied.

"Uh, Papa Smurf? Why can't Crafty care for Hummer anymore?" Clumsy asked curiously.

Papa hesitated. He didn't want to have his village in a panic, but he couldn't lie to his little Smurfs.

"Well, Clumsy. Crafty is unable to do many things for the time being. But-"

"W-Why? I-Is Crafty h-h-hurt?" Scaredy asked fearfully.

"Crafty's hurt?" The other Smurf's shouted in shock and horror.

"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"Did she smurf?"

"QUIET!" Papa shouted, silencing the crowd and all of their questions. "Crafty is currently regaining her memory. But the potion I have given her will have her completely asleep for one week. She is not hurt in any way at all."

"Oh!" The Smurfs echoed in understanding.

"So, what do we do, Papa Smurf? About Crafty, I mean?" Handy asked.

"We'll have to care for both her and Hummer for the rest of the week. I have selected Smurfs to watch over Crafty until the week is through."

"Wait, if she's going to be asleep the whole time, why do we need to watch her? Nothing's gonna smurf her!" Grouchy complained.

"Because, Baby is still attached to her. He will not want to leave that mushroom. Therefore, we must take turns staying there and take care of her. Also, the potion I gave her is very powerful and unpredictable. I can't be there the whole time if something goes unsmurfy. If anything happens with her, I'll need someone to smurf me right away. Understand?"

All of the Smurfs nodded.

"Good, I have the list of Smurfs to watch over her all of this week. Your shifts will be the same every day."

Papa placed the list on his door for all of the Smurfs to see.

1:00 PM/AM – Handy

2:00 PM/AM – Hefty

3:00 PM/AM – Grouchy

4:00 PM/AM – Gutsy

5:00 PM/AM – Smurfette

6:00 PM/AM – Vanity

7:00 PM/AM – Brainy

8:00 PM/AM – Lazy

9:00 PM/AM – Clumsy

10:00 PM/AM – Doctor

11:00 PM/AM – Tracker

"Remember, my little Smurfs. Neither Crafty nor Baby must not be left alone for one minute."

"Yes, Papa Smurf!"

"Oh! And it looks like it's my shift!" Tracker started making his way to Crafty's home."

"Oh, and I should bring some more flowers for Hummer!" Smurfette said slinging her flower gathering basket over her shoulder and went into the forest.

"Alright, my little Smurfs! Let's all have a smurfy day today!"