Ohhmg I missed my good ol TVF. This story is nearing completion, but never fear. As soon as it's done, Ill finish converting my contest entries into TVF chapters and keep the Summer Sizzler fic rockin'. (also, I am accepting suggestions for a different title for that one.)

The blurb on me...

...I dont have much to say here, I've been busy lately with a shitload of horse stuff but I gotta say I've been putting some decent effort into writing this week. I added a chap to Arrow (not like anyone other than 2 people bothered to review, but whatev?) so Im assuming everyone is just crazy busy with school. Everyone I know certainly is, but I however would rather enjoy life xD

This chap...

...is pretty short. It's kind of a bridge to the climax, I guess ya could say. Also, we switch POV's more times than necessary. Anywhee...

"Pool boy. Pool boy! I SAY, POOL BOY! OVER HERE. Charna's guts, that took you long enough. Does this towel look perfectly square to you? Does it? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, TOWELS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE RECTANGULAR? I DEMAND AN EVEN DISPERSAL OF TOWEL OVER MY PERSON! YES I WANT YOU TO BRING ME ANOTHER! AND YES YOU DRIVELLING IDIOT, I DEMAND IT TO BE SQUARE! GOD HELP YOU IF YOU BRING ME ANOTHER RECTANGLE. My goodness Darren, do you call this service? Next time you pick a five-star resort, it better damn well have more than five-star service. I cannot believe this. Rectangular towels... HEY! OTHER POOL BOY! YES YOU! BRING ME AN EXTRA LARGE ICED COFFE. AND NOT ONE OF THOSE ICE CAPP ABOMINATIONS! Charna's Guts I am spending too much time with Seba. AND MAKE IT MOCHA FLAVOUR! GOD HELP YOU IF I FIND ANY OF THAT CARAMEL NONSENSE! Yes, Darren. Someday you will learn, quality means service, and sevice means quality, yes..."

"Plb...Poolb...Pooool boyyy...gimmea square towel...no 'tangular...nd iced coffee...nooo I will not say please...good service, Darren, good service..." was what Arrow heard as be observed his cave-buddy, apparently enjoying a very deep slumber.

"I hate you when you dream." Arrow grunted, shoving moss in his ears and attempting to go back to sleep. Between the thunder, the cold, the wet, the creeping things in the dark, the irritating iguana who had taken a liking to Arrow, and Larten's incessant sleep-talking, Arrow had barely gotten 5 minutes of sleep in the almost 48 hours they'd spent hiding in the Godforsaken cave, hoping they wouldn't be found by their dear friend Mika who seemed determined to kill them in the name of Survival. Surely he'd go back to his old self as soon as he saw reminders of civilization. All they had to do was hold on until Darren came to save their sorry, bug-bitten butts.

After several minutes of trying to tune out Larten's sleep-mumbles, Arrow gave it up and decided to take a peek outside.

He observed happily that it was no longer hurricane-ing outside, however happiness soon turned to unease, because this meant Mika's tribe would be hunting for them any time now.

Surely they wouldn't hurt us. Arrow mused. Mika's certifiably insane, but the others wouldn't hurt us...would they? Depends on how good Mika is at brainwashing, I suppose.

Apparently, he was very good. Or maybe the tribe was simply suffering the after-effects of being stranded outside in a killer evil storm. Whatever the reason, nobody had even attempted to leave his camp, where they were trying to recover whatever shreds of dignity they had left.

Harkat had slipped into a deeper depression and was refusing to speak to anyone. He deeply missed being protected by his dear friend Arrow, but even more he missed his #1 BFFL Darren.

Kurda had given up trying to keep himself in pristine condition, and had taken to wandering around the campsite picking up various plants, sniffing them, then shredding them into bits.

Seba was obliviously having the time of his life, acting as Mika's second-in-command. His favourite hobby was distributing chair-beatings to anyone he deemed to be out-of-line.

Paris was simply resigned to the fact that he'd live out his final days on a little patch of jungle in the ocean surrounded by friends who had morphed into complete savages.

And Mika simply controlled the situation with evil glares.

Like now, for example.

"We're going hunting." he snapped at Paris and Kurda. "BIG game. But we're taking it alive."

"K." sniffed Kurda, too dirty and miserable to care.

Paris hoped Darren would arrive soon.

Arrow sat on the little beach in front of his and Larten's cave, located on the southern end of the island, in a corner a safe distance away from the main beach where Mika's tribe prowled. He scanned the endless oceanic horizon, desperately in search of a ship or a plane or a freakin hot air balloon, whatever.

Water...water...little cloud...seagull...water...PLANE! WE'RE SAVED! WE'RE GOING HOME! WE'RE- wait nope it's another seagull...more water...hang on...A BOAT! WE'RE SAVED! WE'RE GOING HOME! wait nope it's a whale...water...clouds...

Was his thought process as the minutes became hours. In fact, he kept watch so intently that when he was tackled from behind by a huge black beast, he had no chance.

What a dream. Larten pondered grumpily as he awoke (face-down on a moss pillow) from a long and somewhat satisfying slumber.

"The nerve of those pool boys, bringing me rectangular towels...honestly! How incredibly inconsiderate. Arrow, I say, Arrow! We should find sustinence before we starve to death. How did Mika kill the goats? Was it messy? If so, I say we can survive as vegetarians until we are rescued. Arrow? Charna's guts, if you were eaten by that iguana, I will be extremely upset. How this island disgusts me..."

Cursing Iguanas under his breath, Larten searched the cave and revealed no Arrow, so he wandered out to the beach.

No Arrow. However, there was a strange scuffled pattern in the sand, and a drop or two of BLOOD.

Crap! Any day now, Darren...

yeah, i MEANT it to be choppy! So there.

next chap will be up before too long :)

*Roxxy,