I still don't own TDI or Xiao Lin Showdown. As I said before, I'd intended for eight to be a cliffie, but this is much more rewarding, I beleive. This will have a few different points of view.

(Sarah PoV)

As terrified as I was of jumping, it was Edward who gave me the final push I needed. My dad had told me to trust Edward like I trusted him and Uncle Clay, and I told myself that I had to do this to be strong for dad and to try to get us out of there. I couldn't risk getting kicked off my team for what I'd done if I'd chickened out. So I walked over and ran off the edge after steeling myself as best I could.

The resulting adrenaline rush was unlike everything I'd ever felt. I felt so… alive! But at the same time I felt so very, very dead as I remembered that I'd forgotten to take off all of the weights that are on my body that my mother has forced me to wear ever since I was five.

I felt my body colliding with the water, and knew from the loud noise that I'd made a huge splash – literally! But as I struggled to get back up, I found that I couldn't, and that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep myself and the weights afloat. So, without further ado, I decided to strip myself of part of my past forever by beginning to take the ankle weights off. I knew that I could always come get some help fishing them out later from Trinity, since she could apparently control the sharks, so it didn't seem like too big a deal.

But as I shed the all but final ones on my legs, I tried moving up again only to fail. I realized it was my arm weights holding me down, and I removed them as quickly as I could as yellow dots started swimming in my vision and water started coming up my nose. I pushed off of the bottom, only to stop halfway and begin sinking again. I removed the final layer of weights, struggling to get back up to the surface.

I felt everything going dark as I finally let out a cry for help. I could see an approaching shadow, someone I could only hope was Edward. I couldn't quite tell who it was since I had to close my eyes to keep from getting them burned further by salt water, but the arm that wrapped itself around my waist was most definitely masculine, but not at all Edward's.

I felt a firm body pulling me away from the pressure, and I felt everything go dark.

But right as I thought I was going to die, the same masculine arm began pounding on my back, and a strangled voice ordering me to breathe. The voice was recognizable, but at the same time I didn't have the faintest clue as to who it belonged to.

I could feel the water pouring from my lungs and airways, but all thoughts of finding out who won escaped me. I wanted to let my head fall to the side and stay there forever, even though my team would be short one member. Wait – MY TEAM!

I heard the wagons moving, and then my teammates began singing the old "99 bottles of pop on the wall" song. Edward wasn't singing, so I guessed that he'd just gotten more muscular when he was with our grandfather. But Chris wasn't to be heard either, which was confusing.

I felt someone lift me up, the same firm arms, and then the same strangled voice telling me that I would be alright and that he would get me to the medical cabin as quickly as he humanly could. I began wondering if it was Chris who had saved me, only to deny the fact as soon as it entered my head since it had been him who'd set up the life-threatening challenge in the first place.

So, I let myself fall into the never-ending darkness.

(Chris PoV)

My first thought when I jerked my outer shirt off and wrapped my cell phone in it: I have to do something.

My first thought when I saw what she had done: get her to the shore, make sure she's breathing, and do everything in my power to revive her. Otherwise her household would be channeling the hell that it normally gave her to me. Well, that and the girl brought emotions out in me like I never knew possible.

I could tell that she was struggling to stay alive, which was amazing for someone who had suffered so much and would normally be suicidal right about now. I put my arm around her waist and felt her begin to kick with renewed strength as we went towards the surface, only for her to slump completely in my arm.

This was bad, I knew, so when I got her to shore I completely ignored all the other campers and began ramming Sarah's back as hard as I could to get all the water out. Luckily, she hadn't started taking too much water in, and so the water was flushed out of her system fairly quickly. She was exhausted, that was obvious, but it was also obvious that her team wouldn't need her for this challenge.

She whimpered once as she tried to get up only for her head to slump sideways as though she were dead. Fearful, I checked to find a slow but steady pulse. I took my jacket back from Chef and wrapped it around myself and lifted Sarah up as I would a large extremely heavy duffel bag that I needed to keep in front of me.

"Hold on," I told her after no other campers were nearby. "I'll get you to the medical cabin as soon as I can."

Luckily I still had the four-wheeler, so I switched my attire out and wrapped my long-sleeved jacket around her to hold her on and close to me while I covered my own torso with my over-shirt. It didn't take very long to get her to the medical cabin, and I quickly took her inside and placed her onto the bed and racing to grab a few blankets to put on her.

Sarah was pale now, paler than almost any other camper, and that was never a good sign at all. I placed a wet rag on her forehead and put a blanket over her, hoping that she would stay okay long enough for me to check on the other campers and try to juggle the two.

"That bad?" Chef snorted as he walked in.

"She's barely breathing," I said shocked. "She could have died… and I'm the only one to blame…"

"I've killed more for less," Chef shrugged.

"No, Chef, I mean that I was ignorant of the fact that she had weights all over her body and I should have noticed what they were before I made her jump! I should have had her take them off!" I said panicking, and he rolled his eyes.

"If it's that important, I'll make sure she stays here by locking her in," he said rolling his eyes a second time.

"As much as I appreciate that, I don't want to scare her," I said warily weighing my options. "But that's probably the best thing that we can do now. Call me if there are any signs of her waking up. I have to go check on the other campers."

"Joy, babysitting," Chef said glaring at me as I locked the door to the medical cabin. "How long will that take?"

"Just long enough for me to check in on both teams," I said calmly, calmer than I felt that I should have been. "And then long enough to assess the hot tubs once they're done."

"Pah! Both of those teams are going to fail!" Chef snorted as I mounted the four-wheeler.

"Yeah, well, we can at least give them a chance," I said before driving off.

As I drove, I tried to get the image of Sarah's motionless body out of my head, but it only kept getting worse, with images of her drowning, her drowned body waking up, and then attacking the camp since it was our fault that she'd jumped. I couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through me and hoped that the other campers wouldn't care that I'd changed into some dry clothes.

Chris to the rescue! I couldn't resist, I got the rescue vision from her point of view from a TV show I'd watched as a kid, even though for the life of me I can't remember which one. And Chris' point of view when he pulls her out of the water and does his rescue is based off of Jacob's in the Twilight Saga. Sorry, guys, but it's true! I'm just giving credit where credit is due!

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