Hey my fellow OTH fans! This story is just my fan continuation of cadd9's 'Over my Head' fanfiction, as he seems to be taking a little while to get back to it. This is just my imagination of how the story could have branched out, and I have nothing to do with cadd9 except the reading of his stories at least I think it's a he).

So without further a due, I give you Floofyfox's fan continuation of Over my Head!

"Vincent, I've brought you the food!" RJ called into the dark foreboding cave, his wounds throbbing from his booming pulse. He had been dreading on how to explain how he had come across all the food, with his still fresh injuries from Vincent's relentless beatings. So, the raccoon had decided to take it bit by bit, pretending to slowly steal it from his 'former' family.

It was risky, but no one had seen him taking the food, and his brief reunion with his family. They had all swarmed him with affection, and he had only just managed to escape without too much commotion.

"Vincent?" he called again timidly. It seemed that the bear wasn't here, but he was still cautious. The raccoon didn't want to give Vincent more of a reason for vengeance.

"Hey Ray, Shane…? Larry? Anybody?" RJ meekly stepped forward, not really wanting to walk in fully.

"Well, if it ain't Skinny, back so soon with some food," a sharp caw caught the raccoon's attention, as a shadow swooped down to catch hold of a pack of Doritos. The raven flew quickly up to a high rock, then started to peck at the packet, opening it effortlessly, proceeding to swallow some chip crumbs, before RJ could stop him. Satisfied with the grey mammal's cargo, Ray glided back down, to view the food RJ had hauled in.

"You better not eat it all, Ray," RJ managed to say, as the charcoal bird eyeballed him humourlessly.

"What does it matter? You owe me as much as everyone else, so I suggest you get going to get more loot," he chortled, picking up a can of beans in one dry claw.

"Speaking of everyone else, where are they? I would imagine Vincent wouldn't want to go outside, while I do all his dirty work," RJ knew he was treading on thin ice, but he couldn't help make that sour remark. His family had given him more courage since his last encounter with Vincent, making him feel a tad more brave.

"Whatcha tongue there Skinny, or else Vincent may cut it off. You are just living through the thin thread of your debt. Without it, Vince would have nothin' 'olding 'im back," the raven clacked his beak, looking over the wounded raccoon.

Thankfully RJ had had the brains to take off the bandages that Verne had placed on him, being tentative on how to explain them along with the food. So his scarred body was shown, giving Ray a small smile of his beak, if that was even possible for a bird to achieve.

"Well, if you're just going to try and provoke me, I best be on my way," RJ said curtly, feeling a little squeamish under the bird's glare.

"Oh?" a voice exclaimed behind him, startling RJ. He whipped around, facing the white chest of Larry, a raccoon twice his size.

"Why go so soon?" RJ wasn't surprised this time as he turned back around, to see Shane the weasel close the circle around him, so he was trapped. The small raccoon forced his heart to beat slowly, and not to panic. They couldn't hurt him too much, since they needed him to repay his 'debt', and Vincent wouldn't appreciate his henchmen killing off the raccoon.

"I need to collect more food, unless you'll accept this for my debt," the raccoon chocked out, as Larry folded his arms. Shane just walked over to the food, his sleek body glistening in the sunlight of the coming dawn.

"Of course this ain't enough, Skinny. But you must be staaarving," Shane drawled, pulling out a rather scrumptious looking bag of cookies.

Of course, RJ had had a little snack at his family's log, so he wasn't hungry. But he couldn't let Shane on that he had eaten before bringing the food to the cave, so he pretended to eye the cookies enviously. The weasel opened the packet slowly, and pulled out a giant chocolate chip cookie. If RJ hadn't feasted with the gang, he could've dropped dead away from the hunger pangs, as Shane nibbled the edge.

"This'll be just fine, won't it boys," the weasel grinned, making the others nod eagerly,

"Especially three winters worth," Ray cawed viciously, the sound ripping through the cave.

"Enough games, where's Vincent?" RJ cried out, having enough of their games. The trio stared him down, causing the raccoon to shiver slightly. He shouldn't lash out, not now. First, he had to return his debt. Then he could have his revenge. Right now he had to be patient.

"Well, he has gone off on some essential, business," Shane said innocently, as he took another bite of the cookie.

"Business," RJ echoed, as Larry circled around him, to join in Shane's feast of cookies. Ray flew back up to his rock, where he continued to feast on his chips.

"I better be off," the raccoon said, snapping out of his daze suddenly, backing out of the entrance of Vincent's cave. The place sent sharp chills through his spine, and he really didn't want to sleep in the cave at night. Not with Vincent due to return. So he slowly crept away, as the small gang continued to eat happily.

"Oh, Skinny," Shane said suddenly, before RJ could step outside.

"W-what?" RJ hadn't meant to let the stutter slip, but by the tone of the weasel, it wasn't good news. He froze on the spot, not turning back to face Shane.

"Don't try anything funny. You still have that collar on," the raccoon gingerly fingered said object, "and Vincent still carries the tracker with him, no matter where he goes. We know more than you think we know, and we will do everything to make you pay, for Vincent's sake of course," he finished, scrunching the cookie packet up, as RJ's eyes widened. Did he mean…? No, that's ridiculous.

"Wouldn't dream of it," the raccoon chuckled nervously, starting off again, out into the dawning sky.

Meanwhile, the bear waited in the shadows of his home, witnessing Ray stealing the Doritos, Shane devouring the cookies, Larry sneaking up on RJ, and finally their little conversation. Vincent had to be honest and say he was a little impressed at the raccoon's resilience, but that wasn't important. What was important was that he brought back everything he stole and lost, twice, which is the only reason that he was still alive.

Him and that stupid 'family'. The grizzly's eyes narrowed at the word, as he watched the ringed tail disappear down the hill.

What could those critters possess that made RJ willing to protect them so? Who would basically give all their freedom, their life, for other creatures who claimed they were his family? It was absurd! Vincent had warned RJ that he wasn't a family guy, but the foolish hope had consumed the once self-serving raccoon.

Vincent stepped out of the shadows, lumbering over to the crew who continued to feast, unaware of their boss's approach.

"Stop eating you idiots!" Vincent growled, catching their attention. Larry stopped halfway from feasting on a can of Spuddies, which the bear hastily snatched away.

"You're not meant to be eating on the job! You're meant to watch the thieving rascal, not provoke him!"

"S-sorry Vincent," Ray chocked out, as he regained his composure from the shock.

"We didn't know you were there," the big raccoon said indignantly, receiving a glare from Vincent.

"Doesn't matter. Your job isn't over yet. Ray, watch that idiot from the sky! Shane, follow him on foot, you're sneakier than this lumbering oaf," the bear started giving out orders, as he toward above the crew, intimidating them more so they got the message.

"O-on it Vincent," the weasel and raven squeaked, taking off so they didn't get on the bear's bad side. He was already angry enough, considering RJ was making good progress.

This was he wouldn't be able to get his revenge easier, and he wouldn't be able to kill the raccoon's family with a proper reason. Hopefully he would discover another reason, so he could kill them sooner. Of course, he would kill them anyway, but it's better with a reason.

It's always better with a reason.

"They better hurry," Vincent muttered under his breath, as Larry looked at his friends departure.

"Shane's the best, he'll manage, and Ray's the faster flier. They'll be back before nightfall with news," Larry reassured, much for his own safety.

"For the safety of all of you, you better be right,"

Heyo everyone, this is Floofyfox! Alright, so this is just a fan continuation, as warned at the top. I REALLY love Cadd9's 'Over My Head' and am getting a little tired of waiting, so for all of his fans this is how I think it's going to play out.

In a way, it is a type of adoption, if he never continues, so please enjoy. It obviously won't be better than his, but I just wanted to give us something to do.

~Floofyfox (aka and was Draposs)