Trouble always seemed to follow him, no matter where he went. Whether it be the village, river, or even the shore. The weasel couldn't figure it out. At least, until the day he caught who was causing it. But that's a bit of a long story. Maybe you should all hear this one...

Buck was relaxing under the shade of the big tree he loved so much near the saber and mammoth caves. The tree was basically his home. He enjoyed the shade it provided, much more than his old tree in the Dino World.

"At least I don't have ta worry 'bout Rudy and the others," he thought aloud. "They're jus' having some fun whilst I rest."

He regretted that last part immediately when he heard three young cubs giggling loudly and bounding past his tree. He opened his eye and looked at the ground, finding Ginnie, Delia, and Runar stop not far away. The cubs were now only eight months and way more energetic than anyone in the herd had expected. Even Buck was surprised. That didn't stop him from resting any chance he got.

"You think we lost them?" Ginnie asked excitedly, causing Buck to perk up and listen.

"Don't know," Runar answered, clearly out of breath. "But it won't be long til they find us."

Buck scratched his chin as Delia piped up. "You know they won't give up. Especially him."

Him? Buck thought to himself. Who's him?

"He's tougher than Dad and Uncle Manny!" Runar exclaimed. "Maybe even combined."

Delia and Ginnie giggled at their brother. "Yeah right!"

The three ran off while Buck scanned the surrounding areas for anyone else. Once finding no one, he sat and wondered.

"Which one are those cubs runnin' from?" the weasel pondered. "Rudy, Diego, an' Manny aren't it. The lasses are definitely not. What 'bout Eddie or Crash?" Buck shook his head. "Nah, Crash has a...mate, now. Eddie won't do anythin' without Crash. Egbert an' Yoko wouldn't chase 'em. That leaves Louis, Silas, Gupta, an' Nalek. I doubt the pirates would mess 'round like that. Louis is still scared of things. That leaves-"

"Where'd those little troublemakers go?" a teen voice asked aloud to no one in particular. He looked up randomly. "Hey Buck!"

The weasel looked at the newest figure. "Aye Nalek! What's all the fuss?"

"A bit of hunting practice for the cubs," he answered. "Shira and Diego thought it was a good idea. Can't blame them."

Buck rolled his eye. "Right then. I'll jus' be up 'ere an' wont bother ya." He smiled and laid back down for some rest.

Nalek shrugged and continued on his way. The teen saber was only helping his step-dad's old friend anyway. But Buck knew at some point he'd be telling the cubs his story rather than the saber fathers telling theirs. Those cubs could learn a lot from the weasel alone than from their parents.

Buck had always kept his real past hidden, using his "gone insane" story to cover it up. Truth was, he remembered his life before Dino World. A small, repressed memory in the back of his mind stayed locked up for years. He vaguely remembered his family as a kit: his parents, sister and three brothers, uncle, young cousin, and even a small pet of a lizard. The lizard, he knew, was why he loved dinos so much in the first place. But his cousin he remembered the most: Sheila. The kit was just two years younger than himself but just as wild as himself. The kit knew how to have fun. Pranks, tricks, scaring their parents, she always had something ready. Buck admired her for it.

A massive earthquake had separated the family when Buck was barely a teen. Buck and Sheila were left with each other, not knowing the fates of their family members. The real separation had still left an emotional scar on the weasel. The fight with the human they had run into was still a bitter memory. He only remembered shouting at Sheila to run before getting knocked unconscious. He woke to find himself alone. Sheila was nowhere in sight. He worried nonstop for her for the weeks he couldn't find her. After three months of searching, he had fallen through the ice and into the Dino World. Being a teen on his own, Buck quickly learned how to fend for himself.

During his entire stay there, he thought only of his cousin. When the herd stepped into his life, he missed her even more. But he could never search for her again. Sheila was lost forever from him.

"What really happened to ya lass?" Buck subconsciously asked. "Where are ya?"

With no other distractions around, Buck fell asleep. Every dream he ever had was of Sheila. His time as a kit with their family. Their jokes on his siblings. The laughs with his father and uncle. Sheila was the only one who understood Buck back then. He was lucky to have the good memories as dreams though.

"Buck!" the young female weasel pouted, her British accent clear as day. "This isn't funny anymore. Come out now mister!"

Young Buck chuckled silently from his hiding spot. He knew she would try to climb up the tree he was in, but watched to be sure. She huffed out a breath and sat down on the dirt.

"You win!" she declared. "Jus' come out already."

Buck sighed in disappointment and used the surrounding vines to lower himself to the ground. He stopped just above her head and gave a sly grin. He hung his body directly above her and positioned himself precisely to prepare her for quite a surprise. Sheila felt a disturbing shift in the air and turned around, finding nothing. She blinked, beyond confused. A leaf fell into her lap after a moment. And when she looked up, the young kit screamed in surprise. Buck was there, but had put on a spooky mask to up the ante. Buck laughed so hard at her reaction he fell off the vine and to the ground. Not even dazed, he kept laughing.

"Not funny Buckminster!" Sheila scowled, still trying to calm down from the scare.

"Relax lass. You're actin' like Camille again," Buck finally responded when he caught his breath.

Sheila crossed her arms. She was just like Buck in every way, save for her looks. Granted she had the same brown and pale tan coloring, her eyes were a pale blue mixed with a light amethyst. She got her looks from her father more than her mother. The female left them long ago, considering they were only newborns at the time. She also had her father's attitude when pranking. That was one thing they shared with a passion, since their fathers are brothers.

"Auntie's making supper if you're interested," she announced while Buck stood up.

"I wanna see Pop make supper some time," Buck joked.

Sheila rolled her eyes. "Maybe when Auntie get sick again."

"Doubt that. She's a rock wit health!"

The two laughed their way home, planning their next prank. As soon as they reached their tree home, the ground shook and the tree fell into the earth. Buck grabbed Sheila and held her close only for her to get pulled away by a vine into the dark abyss. Buck reached for her but was too late.

Rudy roared, waking Buck from his sleep with a jolt. The weasel yelled in surprise and nearly fell out of the tree. Once he had regained his balance, Buck glared at the baryonyx. Rudy pushed his snout closer to the weasel in concern. Buck softened his glared and sighed.

"S'alright buddy," he reassured the dino. "I'm fine. Nothing to worry 'bout. Now, let's go find some breakfast."

The dino gave a comforting growl as Buck climbed onto his head.

"Thanks Snowflake. Means a lot ta know you're here."

Even with the comfort he received, Buck couldn't take his mind off Sheila and where she could be. He never once thought of here as dead. That thought was one he never wanted to think about. She is his only possible family. If anything had happened to her, he wouldn't be able to deal with it.

Rudy could sense something wrong and wished he could ask. But knowing the weasel, he'd just brush it off like nothing ever happened. The dino let it go and walked to the clearing to meet up with the rest of the herd. With time, Buck would possibly tell them what's bothering him. Who knows at this point?

Just thought I'd post a random oneshot I just came up with. There will be more on Sheila in the future. I promise that. But it will take a while to come up with a plot line for this one. It's been it the works for a while now, but still.

For now, enjoy this. R&R and I'll get back to you all soon!