Hey guys, back from London! Wish I never left though. .It. Everything about London was amazing.

Anyway, sorry It wasn't 7 days like I've hoped. Came home. Slept for days due to being so tired. I also found my brother had been on my lap top eating candy! The keys were all sticky and messed up. My L and O were sticked together. So I got it fixed yesterday.

Sadly I'm not sure when the next chapter will be. I have to put my best friend down tomorrow and I know for sure that this will tear me up. Also sad but yet glad to say that this story will soon be closing, only a few more chapters left: 3.

I want to thank

CartoonCaster21 , Zinka17, Freakazette Raven, eskie02

And others for bearing with me and staying glued to my story.

Anyway, Enjoy!

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~With Clumsy~

Clumsy gazed his blue eyes toward the slam of the door. He was so confused at the moment that the confusion was making his head hurt worse. What was happening?

Smurfette sighed and moved graceful to the side of Clumsy's injured arm. Her gaze was on him, then the door, then back to hm.

"Clumsy, it's not your fault." She replied while inspecting how to wrap his injuries till Papa Smurf arrives. She didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was.

"Eh, Brainy is just being Brainy, Clumsy." Hefty broke in as he set the thimble of water to the side of the bed and took his place beside Smurfette.

Clumsy was silent as he heard these words, his expression was twisted into a heavy stare. His thinking face. Everything was coming back to him now. Everyone seemed to be all sad and like Brainy, mad. Was it his fault that everyone was like this? Yes. This was his conclusion: By accidently falling, he made Brainy mad, which caused everyone else to be frustrated. He didn't mean to fall. It just sort of happened.

"Here Clumsy, can you smurf up? I need to fix you up. We don't want your injuries to get infected." Smurfette replied gently.

Clumsy nodded and with effort, he attempted to do what Smurfette had asked. He, in shaking prickly pain, moved his arm closer to her for examination.

"Clumsy, drink this, will ya?" Hefty replied gruffly. He wasn't used to doing stuff like this. He made a small movement as he tried to figure out how he was going to get the big boned smurf to drink. He sighed and almost awkwardly leaned over the bed for Clumsy to get his drink.

Clumsy swallowed hard as he let the cool water calm his aching dry throat. Now he could talk…or at least say thanks for all the kindness his friends had lent to him.

"T-t-thanks, H-hefty." Clumsy attempted hoarsely as his normal ((A/N: Aka Adorable xD)) southern accent was now shifted into a gruff sound.

Hefty froze upon hearing his voice. Neither Smurfette nor he was expecting the ill smurf to make sound.

Once finding her own voice, Smurfette sighed. "Clumsy, I think you have a broken wrist, but Papa Smurf will have to check. M-"

The blonde smurf was cut off as if right on queue the elder smurf rushed in.

"Oh my smurfness! Clumsy!" Papa smurf rushed to the bedside to inspect the damage to his little Clumsy.

"I's alright, Papa." Clumsy muttered words out of his dry throat.

"Shhh. Let me see." Papa insisted as he took over to help Clumsy.

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~With Brainy~

After stomping out of Clumsy's house and pushed through the crowd of worried smurfs, he continued to stomp away. He was mad. Very mad. Not just his normal madness, but madness to the extreme. This little harmful event was all Yoshi's fault and yet, he, Brainy Smurf, gets yelled at? What the smurf?

He mentally snarled as he stomped out of the village and sat upon a small rock. He sighed as his blue optics stared into the grass. Eww. Green. His optics decided to stare into a tree instead. Deep down, he was probably just freaked out. Yes, this was it. But being him, he would never admit to something as foolish as that. When Clumsy fell, he thought it was to his doom. But as soon as he witnessed his friend's chest rising and falling, he could have sworn he felt his heart start to beat again. That helped. Knowing that his best friend had survived the fall, even if only barely. At least he was alive. The next thing he knew, he was staring down at Clumsy on what seemed like his death bed. Then Smurfette was yelling at him for some odd reason unknown to him.

A sigh escaped Brainy's lips as he stared at the tree. Clumsy didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve pain. He especially didn't deserve a friend like himself. Almost like the smurflings, he was a kind soul, which was hard to find these days. He wa-

"Brainy?" A voice sliced through his thoughts like a knife through butter. He knew exactly who the annoying voice had belonged to. The reconization nearly made his rage boil more. But he held his composure, although he didn't bother to turn to face him.

"What do you want, Yoshi?"

No answer. Silence. He was beginning to think Yoshi fortunally passed out of something, until the annoying voice cut through his thoughts once more.

"I'm sorry. I think you and I both know that I should be the one lying in that bed...or worse." Yoshi spoke carefully, but meaning all the words that had come out of his mouth.

"Oh? So you agree?" Brainy snapped back with a venomous agreement that just sort of popped out as he turned to face the green smurf.

"Yes. Very much so….Look Brainy, don't be mad at Clumsy okay? I'm not, but I know I should have been the one that fell." The green smurf chose his words carefully as well. He knew he was in the danger zone. But maybe it was better; the blue smurf knew his faults.

"I am not mad at Clumsy! I…I can't stay mad at him…who could? I…Its not good for him to be like that. Most…smurfs…I…don't like seeing him like that." Brainy replied almost nervously. He had just admitted that he cared to a stupid green smurf.

"Neither do I..." Yoshi nodded in agreement." It looks like we have more in common than you think."

Brainy fell silent. All the thoughts that were running through his head went blank for once in his life. He, then, narrowed his blue voids at the green smurf called Yoshi. "I do not know why I am explaining myself to you….You are the one that might take him away!"

Yoshi frowned as his eyes became confused at this accused statement. "Wait, what? Me? Take Clumsy away? You mean back home?"

Brainy nodded glumly. This was one of the thoughts that had swum through his head earlier that day. Actually, the thought had started out at a nightmare as he slept. "Yea."

"Brainy, I would never take him away. He belongs here with his family." Yoshi replied. That hurt. Really it did. Brainy thought he would take and actually let Clumsy go home with him, even if Clumsy wanted to. He wouldn't allow it.

"Yea." Brainy mumbled. He still wanted to hit him. Hit him hard. Clumsy had seemed to take a real good likely to the green smurf. For the past couple of days, they were two peas in a pod. Yoshi was taking away his pod. Clumsy was supposed to follow him, Brainy smurf, around and do what he says. Not some green smurf that should just leave already. Would Clumsy want to go home with his new best friend?

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Yes. This chapter was a bit longer than the others. But this was just covering lost time. I will promise to be a little bit better with updating.

Reviews give him a little more inspiration though.

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