A/N: Hey guys! Wow, so sorry for the wait! I did not expect to get this busy with school. I finally got the motivation to write some more on this story, so here is another chapter to whet your appetites. ;) This was meant to be part of another, bigger chapter, but I decided to make two small chapters so that you didn't have to wait so long! Enjoy! And please review :D

Chapter 11: Cornered

"Well, well, well," Jinga cooed as she stood over Mya. "If it isn't the little traitor. Shari and I should have killed you when we had the chance." She leaned in closer.

"Now, now, Jinga," Shari said. "Don't be rash." She turned towards Mya. "You may have tried to dupe us, meerkat, but you have proved yourself worth the effort." Mya furrowed her brow. "You look confused my dear; allow me to explain. With that little 'running away' stunt you pulled, you led Timon and Pumbaa right into our trap.

Mya's eyes widened in horror. "No…"

"We'll give you one last chance, Mya. One last shot to save your own life."

"NO! Take me if you want. I won't help you hurt them."

Shari growled. "So be it. They will follow you wherever we take you, and in turn, Simba will follow them. They will die because of you either way…" Shari paused.

"Mya!" Timon cried, rushing into the scene. Shari nudged Mya's back with her paw.

"Run, run, run," she taunted. "As fast as you can." Terrified, Mya ran towards Timon.

"You're not hurt, are ya?" Timon asked. Mya grabbed him by the wrist, urging him forward.

"No time! We have to RUN!"

Timon looked back, noticing Shari and Jinga were gaining on them. His eyes widened. "Lets am-scray!" he cried as he grabbed Mya by the paw and took off running.

Shari and Jinga jumped in front of them, blocking their pathway. "Not so fast, small fries."

"Yah!" The two meerkats yelped, briskly changing directions. They scurried away, Shari and Jinga following close behind.

"Timon, where are we running to!" Mya frantically asked.

"Far away and FAST!" Timon cried.

"In other words, you have no idea. Great," Mya said dryly. Timon rolled his eyes.

Grimacing, Timon peered over his shoulder, noticing that the hyenas were getting closer. "They're gaining on us." Timon turned back around, realizing that Mya was no longer right behind him. "Mya?"

"Timon, help!" Came Mya's voice. Her foot was caught tightly in an unburied root, and she was struggling to free herself from it. Shari and Jinga were swiftly closing in on her. Timon turned on his heels and scampered back to where Mya was gingerly attempting to yank her paw out. "I'm stuck!" She cried as Timon wrapped his arms around her to attempt pulling her out.

"Are you always this accident prone or are you making a special effort today?" Timon remarked, grunting as he pulled on her arms. The root broke just as soon as Shari snapped her jaws in the spot that Timon and Mya had previously occupied. The two meerkats skidded across the grass, knocked down by the force of the root snapping. Timon and Mya scrambled to get up. They slowly backed up as the hyenas sauntered in their direction, backing right up against the edge of a cliff. Timon gulped, feeling a few pebbles fall from behind his foot.

"Oh, dear. Tsk, tsk. Looks like the end of the line. And it was just getting interesting, too," Shari slobbered. Jinga licked her lips hungrily.

"Two down, three to go," she snarled. Frightened, Mya held tightly onto Timon.

"Y-you'll never catch them," Mya stammered, trying to appear braver than she was.

Shari laughed. "We won't have to, my pet. They'll walk straight into our trap."

…

"Simba!" Pumbaa cried, panting as he stumbled into the lion's den. Simba, who had been previously asleep, awoke with a start.

"Pumbaa, Nina, what are you guys doing here?" Simba whispered as the two trotted in, careful not to wake his lionesses. He was lying next to Nala, who was fast asleep. Simba peered around, bleary-eyed. "Hey, where's Timon?"

"That's why we're here, Simba! Timon and Mya are in trouble!" Ma exclaimed.

"What?" Simba cried, jumping up off the floor.

"They are out there facing the hyenas by themselves!" Pumbaa explained. "They sent us to get help!"

"There's no time to lose," Simba stated, moving towards the exit. Nala's eyes fluttered open.

"Simba, what's going on?" She asked, raising her head up. "I heard something about hyenas…"

"No time to explain, Nala," Simba said. "I have to go NOW."

"I'll come with you," Nala offered, standing up. Simba walked over to her and nuzzled her.

"I can handle two hyenas on my own, Nala," Simba said. "Keep watch for Timon and Mya in case they make it back before we do."

"Be careful…" Nala said softly, lowering her head.

Simba nodded. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine." He turned towards Pumbaa and Ma. "Lead the way, guys."

The three of them departed, leaving Nala behind with a worried look on her face.

…

"Timon, what are we gonna do?" Mya whispered in Timon's ear as the hyenas moved in to strike.

"Eh…" TImon's eyes darted back and forth, his face sweating. Suddenly, his vision focused on a rather thick stick that was lodged in the mud.

"Where are you going?" Mya whispered to Timon and he walked over to the stick to dislodge it. He pulled it out of the mud and held it in his paws in a defensive position.

Jinga furrowed her brow at Timon and smirked. "Wow, a stick. I'm terrified."

"And what do you think you're going to do with that, hmm?" Shari sneered.

Timon shrugged. "I was hoping that you mutts would chase it if I threw it."

Enraged, Jinga pressed her nose up against Timon's stomach. "You better watch your manners, rat."

Timon hit Jinga square in the forehead with the stick, causing her to yelp. "Wow, I'm impressed. I didn't realize such a big head could be so lacking in the brains department." Shari stepped forward, snarling. She lunged at Timon, who dived behind Mya.

"The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes. Heh heh…" Timon said as he dusted himself off. Mya grabbed his shoulders.

"Timon, what are you doing?"She said through clenched teeth.

"Stalling..." Timon whispered back. Turing back to Shari and cupping his hands around his mouth, he said, "I would come up with better insults if your pea brains could process them." Shari snapped her jaws at him once more. "Yipe!" He cried, leaping into Mya's arms.

"Okay, that is IT!" Jinga advanced towards the two meerkats, snarling. "Out of my way," she hissed at Mya. Timon backed up, pushing Mya up against the rather large cliff. Several pebbles crumbled away from the cliff as their heels grazed the edge once more.

Timon looked back at Mya. "Well, it was nice knowing ya…" Frightened, Mya tightened her embrace around him.

"HAKUNA MATATA!" Pumbaa arrived in the neck of time, sending Jinga flying. She slid to the edge of the cliff. Simba arrived on the scene immediately after, bellowing an intimidating roar. He crouched down in front Pumbaa and the meerkats, the hair on the nape of his neck standing on end.

"Timmy!" Ma cried, sliding off of Pumbaa's snout and scooping up her son. "You're safe!"

"Oy…"

Simba glared at Shari menacingly. "Get out of the Pridelands. Both of you." Pumbaa snorted in agreement. Smirking, Shari slinked closer to Simba.

"Rather foolish of you to be traveling alone at this hour of the night, isn't it, your majesty?" She cooed. Simba growled, scraping the ground with his unsheathed claws.

"Didn't you hear me the first time? I said GET OUT! That is an order, not a request," Simba snarled. "You are outnumbered Shari. Leave now or die. It is your choice." Shari chuckled, circling around Simba.

"Outnumbered? Quite the contrary, actually," Shari cooed. "Don't you see, your grace? We've led you right where we want you." She turned around. "Come on out, don't be shy!" She called.

Simba shrank back as atleast fifteen cackling hyenas lurked out of the shadows, cornering the gang.