I just entirely forgot about this fic during my FF.net crossposting. Shame on me.

Many knew that his stubborn pride would get him into trouble one day. He knew that at times his temper made him say things he shouldn't. But no one thought that something like this could even happen.

Tria had always been a patient Dinosaur, especially by Threehorn-standards. She was the complete opposite of her mate in that regard. But even she had her limits, though even she would admit that they were few and hard to reach.

And only her husband could go far enough to reach them.

The night had begun like any other, until furious shouting woke the very Valley. It was Tria's voice.

Later no one would be able to tell exactly what had happened to push her over the edge, but that very same night Tria left Mr. Threehorn... and the Valley.

Grandma tried to stop her, reasoning that at least she should wait until she could go with a Farwalker-herd – and barring that, at least wait until the Bright Circle had risen in the sky.

It was the first time Littlefoot saw one of his grandparents truly hurt, the old Longneck-female nursing a deep cut on her front-leg. Tria had attacked her, charging the old female as she tried to block her way.

It was unbelievable, but the wound on her leg and the scent of blood lingering around Littlefoot's grandmother was indisputable proof.

Come the rising of the Bright Circle, Grandpa demanded an explanation of the Threehorn-male, for the first time openly furious and even hostile towards the other.

Perhaps the Valley would have seen another side of him if his mate had not been there, interfering and calming him before a temper none even knew he possessed exploded.

Cera and Littlefoot felt awkward around each other for quite a while after this, the Longneck slow to forgive his grandmother's hurt. It had nearly cost her life when the wound grew infected and the old female suffering from high fevers for many days afterwards.

Mr. Threehorn made a wise and wide berth around the Longnecks for several changes of the Night Circle, the accusing glares of Grandpa burning him far more than he'd ever admit.

Tricia suffered for far longer, not comprehending why her mother had just disappeared and left her behind.

They assumed Tria dead: a lone Threehorn at night in the Mysterious Beyond was not something that inspired trust in survival...

Then, many Cold Times later, when the Gang was close to entering the Time of Great Growing, a lone Threehorn came into the Valley.

He had come from a Threehorn-Farwalker-herd. One of their members was close to dying and knowing that the Valley was still within reach, their Leader had send him with the question if could stay in there until said member had died peacefully of old age instead of by Sharpteeth-claw.

Of course they could, the residents told him. Though they did pose the request that she stay somewhere where the hatchlings were less likely to run into her.

He'd deliver the message and expressed his gratitude. She was his mother, he told them, and despite not even being the oldest of the herd, the loss of his father to Sharpteeth was now pushing her over the edge, as it were.

Warning: This story contains humanity & SciFi

"Oh Topsy…" Tria sighed in exasperation with a faint hint of amusement in her voice. Pterano had returned from his exile a few days back and Mr. Threehorn was reacting to that as expected. Which meant that only the most tolerable residents did not feel the urge to bash his head against something yet and even those were getting close.

Tria rolled her eyes as her mate huffed and turned to go to some quiet corner of the valley. She watched him go and decided to go down to one of the water-holes. Above her a dark-brown silhouette was aiming for the bigger hole, gliding down gracefully. She looked over her shoulder to where her mate had disappeared, before heading there herself.

"Old Threehorn still not happy?" Grandma Longneck greeted the arrival. She, Ducky's mother and Pterano were resting at the water's edge, watching the young ones play in the shallows.

"What do you think?" Tria snorted lightly, settling down between the Longneck and the Flyer. She smiled warmly when seeing her daughter use her big sister as a small island, climbing up and jumping down in the same move. Cera looked less happy, but had resigned herself to her fate.

"I served my sentence." Pterano grumbled, frowning as he stared at the ground.

"He'll accept you, sooner or later." Ducky's mother assured him, not adding the obvious: he'd have to, because patience in the valley was running thin.

"Grandpa is considering talking to him about it already." Grandma added, rolling her eyes in exasperation towards the Threehorn.

"Let's hope that'll do the trick." Pterano whispered, wrapping his arms around him. "I really do not want to have to go back to the Mysterious Beyond."

"It won't come that far." The Swimmer soothed him. "We'll make sure of it."

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"So, let me get this straight…" The man growled softly, hoping that none of the dinosaurs would hear him. "They send you through Time to capture dinosaurs and you never bothered to actually look up something about those? What the crap were you doing that month you had before this job?"

"Is na ma problem." The one he had spoken to answered. "A gets paid ta bring some lizards, na ta study them. That's tha job of ya fancy scientists."

"Moron." The other looked ready to hit him. "What about you others?" He hissed. "Please tell me at least someone here beside me knows what we're dealing with?"

The other three who had discreetly spread out over the cave they had taken shelter in looked at him. Two looked slightly sheepish, but the other nodded. That was the downside if something was one big experiment where failure meant dead: they weren't going to send un-expendables. But that they'd give him these morons, he really was going to complain about.

"Well, that's better than no one." He felt a migraine coming up and rubbed his forehead. "Ok, I'm going to make this short then: the ones with a long neck are Sauropods, the horned ones Triceratops – I hope you know THAT at least, if you ever watched a dinosaur-movie – the winged ones Pterosaurs and any others I'll mention should we encounter them. Got that?"

All four others nodded.

"Good." He rose to his feet, looking out of the cave as he straightened his vest. He needed several different species – didn't matter which – but he knew from animals from his own time that he had only one shot, otherwise every wild animal in quite a radius would either flee or at the very least be on their guard. He didn't want to think about a Triceratops or the like being on guard and spotting him. "Let's get this ball rolling, I need a drink."

They followed him outside, sneaking through the forest in search for lone dinosaurs.

"Sir, what about those?" The one who had nodded pointed down the hillside. Through the forest one could make out one of the lakes that dotted the valley-floor and had made this such a good spot for the first try to capture some of the ancient lizards which had ruled earth before a giant meteorite changed history. At least, aside from the fact this entire area would in a few dozen million years be all field of the main Laboratory of the government. That was the downside with time-travel: you could only travel to the very spot you left from, even when going back billions of years.

The leader looked where he pointed and saw several different dinosaurs resting in the warm sun. There were four different adults and about 20 children. He crouched down, looking them over. The Sauropod looked old even to his eyes – which meant it was probably ancient – but the other three seemed to be at the prime of their lives. The problem was that most of the children were in the lake-water, seemingly playing in it. Their arsenal did not include ways to capture those safely aside from grabbing them physically. But it was probably the best opportunity they'd get.

"Alright, this is what we're gonna do." He crouched down. "You think you can hit that Pterosaur with a stun-net?"

The man he had turned to looked at the pterosaur, measuring the distance, before nodding. "Easily, unless it's gonna fly."

"At my signal only." He turned to the other three. "Alright, you…" He pointed at the man that had frustrated him so just a few moments back. "hit the Triceratops. You and I will hit the Sauropod and you the last one, got all that?"

They nodded and quietly prepared their weapons, all the while on the lookout for dinosaurs that might come upon them and alert the others.

"The moment we've fired, we gotta run. Try if you can get some of those kids before they completely scatter. I think 'ma fancy scientists' would like some youngsters with the adults." He reminded them, aiming the barrel of his rifle at the Sauropod. He hoped the old thing would survive this. He'd hate to have wasted a shot. From the corner of his eyes he saw the others take aim too. "3… 2… 1… fire." He hated raising his voice, even for something as fitting as giving the order to shoot. In fact, that single word 'fire' was the softest he had spoken while on this trip.

Bit of a cracky topic (since this IS a kids movie/tv-series), but I wanted to hear your guys' opinions  about a biological take on the good old 'never-growing up'-thing. (I will make the first person who just goes 'they want money' as next victim in my fanfics, jsyk)

I got this thought after watching a dinosaur documentary. Talking about Argentinosaurus, they mentioned that at top-growthtime they (as far as can be determined from skeletons, of course) grew 40 kg PER DAY (I dun want to know how much they have to eat for that ). Now I admit Argentinosaurus seriously outsizes the Gang, but the principle remains the same.

Especially Littlefoot, Cera and Spike at some point in their lives need to add on kilograms per day and eat correspondingly to reach adultsize... What if the Gang isn't growing up because they are so busy with adventuring etc. that they don't eat enough? Essentially being malnourished 

Chapter: 1
Warnings: Blood, Character Death
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
Author's note: Third part of the Series consisting of 'Greatest Sacrifice' and 'Rage of the Sharpteeth' Read those first or you'll be VERY confused.

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Sometimes, life itself can surprise you. Even after a betrayal that wasn't one, it returned to normal. Chomper was slow to return to the side of his friends, and they were slow to fully accept him again, but the tight-knit group stayed together, even as Chomper grew to threatening sizes. The rest of the youngsters grew too, Littlefoot being the size of a moderate Threehorn by now for example.

Pterano returned after the five Cold Times he had been banished were over, being none too sure what to think about the newest herd-members. A playful threat by Threehorn himself about what might happen should he not be happy broke the ice between the Flyer and the Sharpteeth.

It still took a while for things to smooth over between the residents of the Valley and the Sharpteeth, much longer than it did for the youngsters, but even that soon returned to normal. Well, as much as a friendship between prey and predator can be considered normal, of course.

Tyra became a regular visitor, spending almost more time inside the Valley than outside it. The first time she did however, resulted in a battle between her and Grandma Longneck.

Rec watched from the sidelines as the barely healed Longneck met the furious Sharptooth in battle. Grandpa joined him soon after hearing that his wife was battling a Sharptooth.

Rec had to assure him with several promises that his own wife had no intention of bringing severe harm to his wife and that this was merely a vending of a bout of anger neither could vent at their actual target. He looked uncomfortable around the two grown-up male Longnecks as they watched the two females wreck the field they were on.

Grandpa had the feeling it had something do with what he had said to Grandma to cause her to threaten his very life. But neither Sharptooth, nor Longneck brought that episode up ever again.

The children were taught Sharptooth soon after. It was deemed too unsafe to only have two translators between two groups where a simple misunderstanding could do serious damage. It proved to be quite the challenge, but they got the hang of the basics after a while.

Sometimes Grandma looked ready to start smacking them with her tail when they butchered the language, particularly when the Sharpteeth looked ready to start rolling on the ground with laughter. She never told them what Petrie had said then.

By now it was during the hot season, dinosaurs looking for cool shelter in the shade and plants turning dry in the blistering light of the Great Circle. Even the Sharpteeth were reluctant to leave their cool caves to hunt.

But then the wind carried a worrisome scent to their home. Instinct woke them instantly from their lethargy, driving them up the mountains to get a view of the surrounding lands.

As they arrived at the top, the sky in front of them darkened.

Rec wheeled around turning towards the Great Valley in the distance and roared. The rock trembled with the volume he produced, the sound echoing in the landscape for miles in either direction, though the valley-floor got the full brunt.

He was answered with the voice of the old Longneck-female, her roar much deeper than his, but also far more distance-covering.

If you have any questions for me, here's the place to ask them  

Well, somerandomfangirl dragged my ass over here, so here I am  

Hi, my name is Sleeping-force's-inside (for those over at FF.net, yes, that's my name there too :3 ). Well ok, my name is Jacqueline, but whatever, this is the internet xD
I'm 21 and I rediscovered LBT at 20 (I liked them when I was younger, but then simply lost interest) and I recently bought the first 11 movies

Said 11 movies are also my favorites, since the thirteenth i.m.o just sucked after the first ten minutes orso , and the TV-series also failed to deliver what I expected of it (though it had its' nice moments).

As my point-out to FF.net might already imply, I am an avid Fanfiction-writer/reader (though woe the day you were born when you kill off Littlefoot's grandparents!!!    I hate those fics, but again: isse my opinion, not yours xD). I am still thinking about reposting said Fanfic's here though, since I have the nasty tendency to forget halfway along the way that I am reposting and then they just die on me