Diesel 10 had been in a foul mood since Dante's accident, and having to help out at the docks certainly wasn't helping. Especially since Gordon was having to pull goods trains as part of his punishment.

Gordon was waiting impatiently for his train, and going on about how big and important he was. "An engine such as myself shouldn't be pulling dirty goods trains!" he huffed, "This is a job for dirty diesels! And dirty engines such as Henry! I am the fastest and the best! I should be pulling the express, not these filthy—"

Gordon's sentence was cut short as quite a few fish landed in his open mouth, and quite a few more splattered all over his front, having been thrown by Diesel 10. Disgusted, Gordon spit the fish out and gagged, feeling rather sick. "You are the most devious, rude, disgusting-!" Gordon sputtered, only to hear both Cranky and Salty laughing. "What is so funny?!" Gordon snapped.

"Maybe you shouldn't have left your mouth open!" Cranky said, before erupting into a fit of laughter.

Gordon fumed. "I shouldn't have left my mouth open?! Diesel 10 shouldn't be throwing fish-!" Gordon was once again interrupted by another face full of fish, this time they were flung harder and as a result, poor Gordon was covered in splattered fish guts. This elicited more laughter from both Cranky and Salty. Finally, the guard's whistle blew, and Gordon stormed off in a huff.

Diesel 10, however, wasn't laughing, and when he was done with his work, he headed straight back towards the Dieselworks, looking rather sullen. As he passed through Henry's tunnel, he heard an unmistakable horn. At that moment, he felt as if he could just sink into the ground. Daniella would only be visiting Sodor for one reason, and that was if an engine was beyond repair. Speeding up, he raced to the Dieselworks as fast as his wheels could carry him.

Looking into the main shed, Diesel 10 immediately noticed that Dante wasn't there. Slowing to a stop, he let out a loud cry of anguish, despair, and anger. Closing his eyes tightly, he struggled to maintain his composure. Then, a voice caught his attention:

"Why you shout like that? Um…is you okay?"

Opening his eyes, Diesel 10 looked to his side and saw Dante, who was looking at him with a worried expression. "Dante! You're alright—wait—why is Dani here then?!" he said.

"Um…I don't know…" Dante said, clearly puzzled.

Seconds later, Diesel 10 wished he hadn't asked that question, for a very sullen looking Emily rolled into the yard, pulling a flatbed. On that flatbed was something that was mostly covered with a tarp, and Diesel 10 could see that clearly, an engine was underneath. As soon as Emily had been uncoupled, Diesel 10 used his claw to lift the tarp off, and to his horror, saw the horribly twisted, crushed form of a familiar black shunter. Backing away slightly, the big warship shut his eyes. "No!" he choked out, "What the hell happened to Diesel?!"

"The tracks to Ulfstead castle were damaged…he fell down that cliff," Emily said sadly.

It was then, Diesel opened his eyes. Though he was weak, and in quite a lot of pain, he could see the sad faces of Den, Dart, Diesel 10, and, to his surprise, Dante.

"You are alive!" Dante exclaimed, as a big smile spread across his face. Diesel was surprised. He didn't think that Dante would be happy to see him at all, after the things he had said to him.

As Diesel stared in stunned silence, Daniella pulled up silently, watching the scene unfold. Several workmen were taking their time looking over Diesel, who didn't know what to say.

"I know you was a jerk to me," Dante began, and Diesel gulped. This was it, he thought. Here he was, most likely damaged beyond repair, and now he was getting his just desserts. He braced himself, thinking that the big engine was going to let into him. However, that never happened. Instead, the hulking class 43 moved closer, and spoke in a softer voice: "I forgive you. I do not want you hurt like this…I not like to see others hurt."

At that, Diesel weakly smiled. Seconds later, one of the workmen shouted, "Den! Dart! Bring him inside, this one's lucky. The damage looks a lot worse than it is."

Diesel 10 let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that. After all, he didn't want to lose one of the few engines that he considered a friend.

"Guess I came out here for nothin'," Daniella said with a smirk. She flashed a brief smile before sounding her horn and leaving.

Eventually, Diesel would be repaired, and would return to work as usual. Dante soon became accepted by most, and he and Henry became firm friends.

Author's Note: I really ran out of ideas for this one, so I ended it as best as I could. I've also been having quite a bit of trouble writing stories lately, so I'm not sure when the next one will be posted or even what it will be about. Anyway, thank you everyone who read and reviewed anything I've written, I truly appreciate the feedback.