Note: I do not own the characters of ice age

Author Note: I am soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for taking forever to update. Between school and test and everything in between I haven't had ANY time. I've probably lost all the stories fans, but hopefully they can forgive me and love the last few chapters! And maybe the story can get a few new fans as well :)

Chapter 16:

~*Whitney's Point of View*~

Greg rubbed his arm as he had for the past 10 minutes.

"You sure are strong," Greg commented to Whitney. Whitney rolled her eyes before turning her head to look at Greg.

"Thanks. You found out the hard way," she said. They walked farther into the forest. Whitney pushed back branch after branch hoping Greg would stop worrying about his arm and help her move all this brush. Greg was talking up a storm as usual. Whitney had become immune to his inability to be quiet and ignored it all.

Soon, Whitney was tired and couldn't go any further. She found a small rock and sat on it, placing her head in her hands. Thoughts of Eddie swarmed her mind. She shook her head and sighed. Whitney looked at her hands before balling them into fists. Why couldn't she get him out of her head?! He had obviously forgotten all about her, why couldn't she do the same? Suddenly, Greg tapped her shoulder. She looked up at him. He looked concerned.

"You okay?" He asked. Whitney nodded with a smile

"You know, just, uh, thinking about where we're going next," she lied smoothly. Greg easily bought the lie and sat down beside her.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about Eddie," Greg said suddenly. Whitney looked at him with wide eyes.

"How do you know anything about him?" Whitney asked. Greg shrugged.

"You say I can't shut up, you should hear yourself when you sleep. Eddie why, why?!" Greg said, mocking her in a high pitched voice.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Whitney said sarcastically. Greg chuckled.

"Yea, but I'm serious, I really am sorry," he told her. Whitney looked at him before smiling.

"Thanks," she said.

"And if it's worth anything, I would never, ever do what he did to you," Greg said sweetly.

"You don't even know what he did!" Whitney said playfully.

"Well I don't need to know. I just know that I would never do anything to hurt you. You're different Whitney. Most girls are all for talking to me. But you, I have to work for you to talk to me, and I like that," he explained before smiling that sideways smile he always did.

"Oh, uh, wow Greg… thanks," Whitney said uneasily. She blinked sharply. She was getting soft! She stood up sharply. "Okay, well, uh… let's get going," Whitney said. Anywhere to get away from this conversation would work. Greg agreed easily enough. Whitney walked forward, headed nowhere in particular. Her thoughts were out of control as she pushed onward thinking of the herd, Eddie, and, surprisingly enough, Greg.

~*The Herd's Point of View*~

"Hey guys, I think I found her scent!" Diego called as he circled a papaya tree. It wasn't long before the herd was in the clearing, staring at the tree. Diego circled the tree once more for clarification. He looked up and nodded. "It's her alright. Passed by her two days ago looking for something to eat," Diego said professionally.

"Wow, you're good!" Chelsea said, impressed.

"What? Oh no, a little birdie told me," Diego said motioning to the red and orange bird on the top branch of the papaya tree with his paw. "She saw her pass by."

"Hello! And what's your name?" Ellie said.

"Abigail is my name. I see your friend come by! She got food from tree and left with Greg!" The bird said excitedly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's Greg?" Eddie said, his hands making stopping motions.

"Greg a possum. And a playa!" The bird said smiling, not seeing anything wrong with what she said.

"HE'S A WHAT?" Chelsea and Eddie said at the same time.

"A playa! A playa!" The bird sang happily. There was no need for the bird to repeat herself because Chelsea and Eddies hot through the trees, ready to save Whitney from the 'playa'. The herd stayed, all waiting with raised eyebrows. The two came back after a moment or two, sheepish grins on their faces.

"Which way did they go?" Chelsea said embarrassedly. The bird pointed the direction and the two were off, this time with the herd tagging along. They had a trail, and twice the reasons to find Whitney. And quick.

~*Whitney's Point of View*~

Whitney studied her nails impatiently.

"Are you done YET?" she called to the bush behind her.

"No, not yet," Greg called.

"Ohmigosh, how long does it take to pee?!" Whitney asked.

"I don't know! I don't keep track of the time when I take care of business!" Greg called back.

"The question was rhetorical," Whitney stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Greg said walking out of the bush. Whitney made a "duh" face at him and kept walking. Greg was walking beside her and she just happened to look down. A sputtered giggle escaped her mouth. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked forward. "What?" Greg asked, an eyebrow raised. Whitney placed her hands behind her back and put her nose in the air.

"Oh, nothing," she said dismissively.

"It was too something or else you wouldn't have laughed like you were choking on a twig," Greg said rudely.

"Excuse me for having an odd laugh," Whitney commented. Greg shrugged.

"Your laugh isn't weird, but whatever noise just came out of your mouth sure was," Greg told her.

"I don't know if I should take that as a complement or an insult," Whitney said.

"Just take it as both, it tends to save time," Greg suggested. Whitney scoffed.

"Fine. I will," Whitney said before walking ahead.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Greg called as she walked further and further ahead.

"Figure it out," Whitney said harshly. Her eyes were closed as she walked. She walked and walked. Suddenly, everything went wrong.

"Whitney, look out!" Greg called. Whitney opened her eyes to watch herself fall over the face of the cliff.

Sooo… How was it for being gone so long? More later!