Category: Land before Time

Rating: T

Couples: none

Warnings: Blood, Hints of Character Death

Chapter: 13

Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me

Author's note: Time for another Sequel after this one, so keep your eyes peeled for the "All is driven by Love" (No, it won't be sappy romance, I don't do that…)

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They were furious, their roars shaking the surrounding rock, but her threat had been more effective than they'd like to admit. Any attack would force her to stabilize herself and the only leg she could use for that was the one precariously positioned above Rec's neck.

That did not stop them from prowling around her, no doubt waiting for the moment her foot would be on solid ground again.

Grandma ignored them, lowering her head close to Rec's. "You have solved your problem with the Threehorns, but I warn you: if you ever insult my daughter again, even if you only do it in thought, I will gladly tell Grandpa and Bron all about it and cheer them on as they tear you apart."

"And I hope that you realize that if you don't move that foot, I will do it myself." Rec countered, referring to the pressure she was beginning to put on it. "I need air…"

"That will be the least of your problems should you make a wrong move." She answered, but removed her foot anyway.

White Star snarled, snapping at the Longneck. "Do that again, Longneck, and you'll be the one torn to pieces."

"This time you are in the right." Tyra stated coldly, one eye on the herd, the other on her Leafeater-friend. "You might not be again."

Grandma merely nodded, pushing past them back to her family.

"What was that about?" Her mate demanded as she returned to his side.

"Difference of opinion." She answered softly, looking impassively as Rec rose to his feet again, tilting his neck lightly as he assessed the damage she might have done.

"That normally doesn't result in you stepping on dinosaurs." Bron pointed out.

"It normally did not go this far." She stated. "Can we return to the Valley? I think my leg will not hold me much longer if we stay out here."

It had been more than a difference of opinion, but Grandpa knew that if she did not want to tell him, he'd never find out. He looked over his shoulder to the Sharptooth-family, noting with some worry that the three grown-ups were glaring at his mate. But Chomper, while certainly uncomfortable, did not seem particularly worried about what had happened.

The old male sighed, opting to simply let it rest for now. Hopefully she'd tell him when it was important. Then again, had she told him about her ability to speak with the Sharpteeth?

'But you suspected it all the time, didn't you? You kept wondering why she was so certain about everything related to those three. You wondered whether she was not telling you something in relation to them.' His mind reminded him. 'You know she knows you like a book, you know she would know you'd suspect. And how often have your suspicions proven true?'

Too often… He had to admit to himself. Too often had his hunches and suspicions been proven true one way or another.

"We need to talk." He whispered in her ear, the faint flicking of her eyes to his revealing she knew what about. She nodded, sighing softly.

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"I should have told you." She was resting on the ground, her wounded leg stretched out beside her, healing-leaves now covering the wounds on it.

"You should have." He agreed, pacing in front of her. "Why didn't you?"

"Would it have made a difference?" She countered, following him with her lean neck. "How would you have reacted had I done that?"

"I don't know." He admitted with a sigh. "But on what is our relationship build if we cannot confide in one another?"

"Love?" She suggested. "Besides, it is not as if you never kept secrets from me. Like that whole thing with Mr. Thicknose and Littlefoot back before those Frozen Sky-sparkles?" She smiled sweetly at his surprise. "I am not deaf nor blind, my dear. And Thicknose never promised you that he wouldn't tell me about it. I asked him what he had said after he told you he took back everything he had said…"

"Got me there." He chuckled, laying how next to her, resting his neck over hers. "Was it important?"

"Not very." She answered, rubbing her neck against his. "He goaded me into attacking that night: he feared Threehorn would accuse me of helping should I not attack him while they carried out Tria."

"And why did you attack him afterwards?" Grandpa looked at her, seeing a hint of anger and sadness in her eyes. "Tell me."

"Because of how far he went to ensure I would." She broke eye-contact. "Too far…"

"How far?" He demanded.

"Far enough that I will only tell you if I want him dead." She answered. "Trust me, you do not want to know."

"I trust you." He stated, closing his eyes in resigned acceptance.