Darkness. That was the first thing Jamie noticed when he slowly became aware of his body once again. He could feel sunlight on his skin, smell pine trees and grass, and he heard his own heartbeat in his ears. His even, very much alive, heartbeat. A profound feeling of peacefulness settled over him. He wanted nothing more then to lie there and enjoy this peace forever.

However, his peace was interrupted when he felt several small drops of warm water land on his chest. He focused his attention on the spot. As he did, a wave of pain slammed into him like a block of cement landing on his chest. Then, it faded away, leaving nothing but an unpleasant memory behind. But, then Jamie noticed a ripping sound, which was interspaced with someone gasping for breath. He tried to focus on that sound, but his mind was still a little hazy. Then, he realized what the sound was. Someone was crying. Which explained the warm drops falling on his chest. He mustered all his strength and used it to lift his leaden eyelids.

Harsh sunlight assaulted his eyes. He blinked, then tried to look at his surroundings. Shane and Kayla were standing next to him, while they both were gently sobbing. Judging by the fact that they both looked twice their normal height, he reasoned he must be lying on the ground. He tried to talk to them, to say something to make them stop crying, but his throat was dry as sandpaper and he had an awful taste in his mouth. All he managed was a croak, which sounded some thing akin to, "Uys…on't…y."

Immediately, they did stop, although there was no way they could have understood him. Kyla moved faster then anyone could have thought possible, clutching his chest with wild abandon. "Jamie, you're alive!!!" She cried, squeezing him around the middle. His only reply was a small smile, but the effort cracked his dry lips, making them bleed. He grunted in pain, and she hastily pulled away from him, afraid she would hurt him worse. He groaned quietly as he sat up, wincing as his muscles burned from that simple movement. Kayla was beaming, but the tearstains on her cheeks marred the look of happiness on her pretty features.

Shane squatted down beside him, a grin forming on his face. "We thought you were dead, man." He said, relief evident in his voice. Jamie smirked a little as he replied. "I was. It sucked. I came back."

They helped him to his feet, while the others were off at camp. Apparently, they were the only ones close enough to him to stay. After helping him walk for a few minutes, Jamie, ever the determined individual, shrugged off their help and walked on his own. When they arrived at camp, Jamie walked past the others, who stared, not saying a word. It was a somber moment all around. At least, it was until Chris and his giant sidekick showed up.

"Holy crap! Dude, you're alive?!" Chris asked, amazed. Jamie just stared at him, unblinking, while Chris heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Whew! If something happened to you, we'd have to close down! Man, you saved me so many lawsuits." The host said happily.

Jamie stared at him, then opened his mouth to speak. "You know, there's something I've wanted to give you. Chris. Just something to thank you for all you've done for me and the others." He said in a deadpan monotone, although there was a small smile tugging at his lips. Chris grinned and looked on expectantly. So, he smiled brightly at Chris, made a big show of reaching behind his back………..and slugged him hard in the jaw, sending him sprawling onto the grass. He swore into the ground while Jamie stepped over him, walking over to the Fighting Beavers' boy's cabin.

Wow. A week since last update. Damn.

Well folks, sad to say, I'm getting less reviews then ever. And, the ones I get are just update demands. I need people telling me what they like or don't like about my story. If I just keep getting demands, I might just discontinue. Give me some feedback, please.

- Alienphantom