I do not own any of the Lion King characters, they are copyright to Disney, Molly is my original character.

A third chapter as an apology to my first reviewer for taking so long on getting the second one up! Hubby was playing Dragon Age on the computer. ^^

Chapter 3

Two minutes later, Molly felt very foolish when she walked out of the grass and onto a slab of rock over-looking a fresh water stream. Glancing back at the lion slithering out of the grass behind her, she sighed and let her hand fall on top of his head.

Scratching gently, she mumbled, "I'm sorry."

Sighing, he accepted her apology. Leaning over the side of the slab, Molly cupped her hands in the water and brought it up to her face. It looked clean enough, and it didn't seem like she had much of a choice. At least the water was moving and not stagnant like the watering hole before. Closing her eyes, hoping she didn't die from it, Molly took a drink. Once the taste test showed no immediate side effects, she drank her fill and sat back as the lion moved in for his own turn.

Remembering the wounds on her shoulders, Molly took the hem of her tee shirt in her hands and peeled the dirty thing off. Dipping it over the side, she scrubbed and wrung it out, repeating it all until she was sure it was as clean as it could get. Hanging it over the branch of a nearby tree to dry, she decided to leave her pants on. Wincing, she used the clear water to clean the claw marks as best she could. They weren't as bad as she'd thought, but she was still worried about infection. A rough, dry tongue ran along her left shoulder as she inspected her right. Jumping, she saw the lion sitting and watching her.

"These still hurt," she chided.

Moving his big head forward, he gave her wounds another lick. Unsure, Molly saw he wasn't easily going to give up this fight and relaxed, allowing him to lick her clean. The big lion received a gentle tap on his snout when he tried to lick her chest.

"None of that," she teased as he stared at her, puzzled. She noted he didn't attack her. That was an improvement...

Growling, the lion nudged her onto her back, standing to walk over her. With both paws on either side of her head, he leaned down and gently rubbed his cheek along hers, surprising her into stillness. Grunting, he rubbed her once more and pulled back to face her. Leaning up, Molly very carefully kissed the tip of his big nose. His eyes seemed to smile.

...

The human girl pulled away and laid back down under him. Shaking his mane, Scar raised his nose to the wind and sniffed. There was no hint that Sarabi and the others had followed them. They should be able to sleep until evening, and then he'd have to hunt. Wondering if she could eat meat, Scar moved to lay down next to her. Slumping to the ground, he yawned and paused as she squirmed her small form closer to him, turning on her side to use one of his big paws as a pillow.

Was she without fear or just stupid? Shrugging it off, he laid his head next to hers, listening to her breathing slow as she fell back to sleep. He was sure this had been one of the most eventful days she'd ever had. His own eyes drifting shut under the heat of the sun, Scar yawned once more before he too fell asleep.

When he woke after sundown, his human pet was writhing in pain. Clutching her stomach, she shivered and moaned. A loud gurgle sound came from her stomach and she jumped to her feet, running off into the night while he was still trying to fully come awake.

Chasing after her, Scar slid to a halt when he smelled feces, and a lot of it. Pained groans came from the same direction as the smell, and he shook his head in bewilderment. What was wrong with her? After a while, she emerged, body moving slowly and shivering. Retrieving the thing she had hung on the branch, she slipped it back over her body and sat down.

Saying something to him, she held her stomach again and pointed to the water. Scar didn't like this. If she was somehow poisoned or sick, he knew nothing about what to do with her. The only one he knew that might be able to help her was his brothers old adviser, the crazy monkey, Rafiki.

"That baboon," he snarled. It was no secret Rafiki didn't like Scar, and Scar felt the same. Still...

The girl moaned again and climbed to her feet, rushing off into a different direction, she returned a few moments later, looking even weaker. Scar knew he had to do something. Nudging her, he leaned his side against her and knocked her off balance. It was easier to do than before, and as she toppled over his back, it was a testament to how sick she must be.

Saying something again, she tried to right herself, but he moved forward before she could get to her feet. It wasn't that she was heavy, but slumped over her back like she was, it made it awkward for him to move and he had to stop again. Seeming to understand what he was attempting, the girl pulled a leg over him and laid down on his back, her head resting between his shoulder blades. Fingers digging deep into his mane, she held on as he began to jog towards the mad monkeys tree.