Note: I was unsatisfied with how Ali was portrayed in her only appearance in the TV series; this is my take on Ali's reappearance and Rhett's debut. Instead of Rhett being a compulsive liar, he is more friendly towards the other kids and Ali is the way she was in her appearance in LBT4. I know in the TV series that Ali is purple; but, I decided to make her appear as how she looked like in Journey Through the Mists.

Littlefoot and Cera got the surprise of their lives when they saw a familiar hard while wandering around the valley.
"Littlefoot, do you see what I see?" Cera asked.
Littlefoot got a better look at the young longneck up ahead.
"Yes I do, Cera; it's Ali! I missed her so much; I still feel like I owe her for helping us save my grandpa's life when we brought back the Night Flower," Littlefoot exclaimed.
Cera nodded.
Soon enough, both of them ran over to greet their old friend.
"Ali!" both of them exclaimed in unison.
The pink longneck looked behind and saw Littlefoot and Cera coming up.
"Littlefoot, Cera! It's so good to see you again," Ali responded.
"We feel the same way, Ali," Cera stated.
Ali couldn't help but smile.
"I made a new friend since we left the Great Valley, want to meet him?" Ali asked.
"Sure; any friend of yours is a friend of mine," Littlefoot commented.
"Rhett; come on over here; I have some friends who want to meet you," Ali called out.
Soon another young longneck came into view. He appeared to be a bit shy since he wasn't expecting a longneck to be friends with a threehorn.
"Uh...hi," Rhett said.
"Hi Rhett, I'm Littlefoot and this is Cera; don't worry, she's pretty friendly as long as you stay on her good side and never bad mouth her family, especially her dad," Littlefoot explained.
"Nice to meet you; but I think she's more than capable of introducing herself, you know," Rhett replied.
Cera chuckled.
"No, no, that's all right," Cera assured him.
Rhett was glad to meet other kids outside of his herd.
"We have more friends for you to meet; that is, if you want to," Littlefoot said.
"Sure; the more the merrier," Rhett said.
"*Or as Ducky would put it, the more the betterer*" Cera thought to herself.
Soon enough, the four kids wandered over to the watering place where Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Ruby and Chomper were relaxing. Ducky soon noticed a familiar face, and a longneck she has never met.
"Hey guys; guess who came back," Littlefoot said.
"Ali! It is you," Ducky exclaimed.
"Yes it is, Ducky; Rhett; this is Ducky, over there is Spike, her brother and Petrie; I don't know who the fast runner is or the sharptooth is," Ali explained.
"Oh, pardon my rudeness; I'm Chomper and this is Ruby; you must be Ali and this longneck must be Rhett," Chomper replied.
Ali smiled and nodded.
"By the way, Ducky; how is Spike your brother?" Rhett wondered.
"Me and my family adopted-ed him; his real parents must have died in the Great Earthshake a long time ago; I could not leave him out there all alone or he could have died, too; after all, I hatched him and instantly became his older sister; family is not just blood relatives, you know, it is others who care about you," Ducky explained.
"Wow, you guys must have had it hard out there without any adult supervision and only surviving on instinct and possibly the leadership skills of Littlefoot," Ali stated.
"Yep; our journey to the Great Valley wasn't easy; and especially with the death of my mother; that's why I live with my grandparents and why they can be overprotective," Littlefoot added.
Rhett was impressed; all his life, he was protected by an entire herd of longnecks and not gaining any survivor skills that he could use for when he becomes a leader.
"Anyway, now that you're here, how about we go swimming," Littlefoot suggested.
"Actually, how about we play Rescue first; it's my favorite game; only, it would be more fun if there are seven more players," Rhett claimed.
The other nodded.
"Okay, Rhett; uh, how do you play?" Chomper asked.
"One of us plays the part of sharptooth and chases the others while a hero comes in and saves them; and since I suggested the game, you're the sharptooth," Rhett said.
"Of course I'm a sharptooth, wise guy...wait a second! Why am I always IT? Can't someone else be IT for once? Just because I'm a sharptooth, doesn't mean I have to do the chasing," Chomper snarled.
Soon enough, Petrie had something to say.
"He do have a point; how about me play part of sharptooth," Petrie suggested.
"Okay, fine fly boy-"
"Me name Petrie, Mr. Bossy," Petrie squawked while flapping his wings in annoyance.
Just when the kids were about to have fun, they were interrupted by Ali's herd.
"Oh, there you are; I see you have made some friends," Old One stated.
"Yes we did," Ali said.
Since the Old One wasn't formally introduced to Littlefoot's friends, Littlefoot introduced them to her.
"In all my years; I never known a longneck to be friends with other species, and especially a talking sharptooth; it's nice to see that you're including Ali and Rhett into your group," Old One commented.
"It's only while you're here, right? We're always happy to have her and Rhett join us in our games any time you bring your herd to the Great Valley," Littlefoot claimed.
Old One smiled.
"Well; I best be off; have fun children," Old One said as she led the herd away.
"Bye!" the children exclaimed in unison.
 After a few rounds of Rescue, the children then decided to take a swim in the watering hole. Ducky was swimming towards the deep part of the water while the others were splashing around closer to the shallow end.
"This is so much fun! Me and Ali never have much fun since we're always on the go; sure, we take rest breaks at different valleys; but, I really love it here; I can't wait until I'm a grown up and can leave the herd," Rhett explained.
"Me neither; I'm sick of the migrating life; there's something about being a kid that I never liked; always having to go along with what everyone else was doing like I can't think for myself; but, at least I'll have something to look forward to, becoming a grown up so I can do what I want and not have any grown ups tell me what I can and can't do," Ali responded.
"You said it, Ali! Being a kid isn't all that bad; but, it's still nice to think about what life would be like if I was a grown up; as far as migrating goes, I wouldn't like it either; since I'm used to living here after the journey through the Mysterious Beyond," Littlefoot assured her.
Ali smiled.
She and Rhett were now convinced that being kids also had an upside to it; not having any responsibilites such as leading a herd. However, there are days when they feel like the grown ups treat them like hatchlings and not letting them do more things for themselves.
"There are times when we like to have more personal time; it could be something as simple as relieving ourselves when no one else is watching; we don't need an escort," Rhett stated.
"Or someone to give us a tongue bath...blech!" Ali stated, hanging her tongue out in disgust.
Littlefoot chuckled.
Later in the day, all the children along with Ali's herd and the Great Valley herd gathered around by the Thundering Falls. Rhett was introuced to the herd and got reacquainted with Ali. Grandma and Grandpa Longneck lowered their heads to Ali.
"It's wonderful to see you again, dear; and it's nice to meet you, Rhett," Grandma commented.
"Nice to meet you as well; Littlefoot and his friends are very nice; even Chomper; I never thought a sharptooth could learn to talk; the only sharpteeth I ever saw were mean and they didn't speak leaf eater," Rhett explained.
Grandma nodded.
"Just know that you and Ali will always have friends here in the Great Valley," Grandma said.
Rhett and Ali smiled.
"That's right! Best friends forever; although, I can't wait to grow up and choose to stay here if we happen to stop by again," Ali exclaimed.
Soon enough, Ali's mother lowered her head.
"You and Rhett have plenty of time to get older; enjoy your childhood while you can since it doesn't last forever; one day, you'll be old enough to make your own choices; but, for now, your place is with the herd; I promise we'll come visit our friends in the Great Valley once in a while," Cleo claimed.
"Okay, Mother," Ali said while Rhett nodded in agreement.
After a few days of rest in the Great Valley, Ali, Rhett and their herd set off on their migration once again. She and Rhett knew that one day when they're grown ups, they would return to the Great Valley to stay. But, that's another story.

Note: Some of my OC's will make an appearance; some may only appear in flashbacks.

   

Chapter 1

The Great Valley seemed like a paradise for leaf eating dinosaurs of all kinds. It might keep out meat eating dinosaurs; however, the leaf eaters aren't immune to diseases or illnesses. One day during breakfast, Kosh seemed to have trouble just getting to his feet; he heard gurgling noises from the pit of his stomach and felt his muscles aching.
"*tsk* I wonder if any of the others are feeling like this," Kosh told himself.
After a few attempts to stand, he finally was able to get to his feet. However, a wave of dizziness prompted him to sit down for a moment. Once it passed, he stood up again and wandered over to the Feeding Grounds. Upon reaching his destination, he was stopped by Grandpa Longneck. The aging male lowered his head to get a better look at the clubtail.
"Are you sure you should be up and around? You don't look so good," Grandpa commented.
Kosh shrugged him off like any stubborn dinosaur would; even if the elder was just expressing his concern for his health.
"Don't worry about me; I think I just need some food to get my strength up," Kosh responded.
"All right; but, if you start feeling worse, it would be a good idea to go home and rest," Grandpa stated.
Kosh groaned and rolled his eyes. The longneck may have had a point; but, Kosh found it annoying to have stuff pointed out to him as if he was a child. To his relief, Grandpa wasn't trying to annoy him with questions about his health; he was just concerned. Just then, Kosh grabbed a few treestars from a bush with his mouth and started chewing. When he tried to swallow the thoroughly chewed food, he was having trouble getting it down his throat. Once he did manage to swallow the food, he found himself trying to fight a wave of nausea. Once again, Grandpa looked at him; a smug expression was seen on his face.
"Just to let you know; saying I told you so just doesn't cut it right now," Kosh snarled while walking away.
"How'd he know I was gonna say that?" Grandpa thought.
Grandpa shook his head and wandered over to a tree to get some treestars. Soon enough, Topsy walked up to him. Apparently, he had overheard the conversation he had with Kosh.
"What was that about?" Topsy questioned.
"Kosh is pretty sick and he was trying to hide it; however, I could see it's hard to hide an illness; I've been guilty of trying to hide illnesses during my childhood; especially with colds; I got tired of being treated like a baby whenever I got sick; Mother would go back to bathing me herself and wouldn't let me go to a relief spot by myself either; she never did this with my sisters whenever they got sick and it was so friggin' annoying considering I was the one who hatched first; *tsk* mothers; you know," Grandpa explained.
"Yeah; mothers can be more protective of their sons than their daughters; it's more of the father's job to protect their daughters," Topsy stated.
Grandpa nodded. However, he felt better about discussing his experience with illnesses from his childhood.
"There is one thing I neglected to mention during my rant; I almost succumbed every time to extreme high body temperature; and after I got well, Mother would punish me for a month; at least, she didn't believe in spanking; just grounding me to the nest and escorting me if I was hungry, thirsty or if I had to relieve myself; here's the catch; according to her, she HAD to be there and watch me to make sure I didn't get away; if I felt like I was being watched, I couldn't go; whether it was number one or number two; didn't matter," Grandpa added.
Topsy nodded. His own mother may have been a bit overprotective, but, not like Grandpa's mother.
"What your mother did to you makes my mother seem like a saint; and I always thought threehorn mothers were more protective of their sons," Topsy commented.
Grandpa sighed and nodded.
Meanwhile, Kosh was wandering around the valley; he might not have been feeling very good, but, he has certainly felt worse before. The aftertaste of the treestars still lingered in his mouth; which was weird since he usually doesn't mind it.
"Maybe a drink of water will get rid of the aftertaste," Kosh told himself.
Upon reaching a watering hole, he took a few sips of water. However, that particular pool of water was colder than some of the others; and cold water during an illness was hard on his stomach. He soon began to feel nauseous; however, he managed to settle his stomach before he started throwing up all over the place.
"Man, that's annoying," Kosh told himself.
Soon enough, Mr. Thicknose made his way over to the clubtail. He noticed that the younger male's muzzle was pale and that he has bags under his eyes and his face was all sweaty.
"Looks like you've caught that virus that has been going around," Mr. Thicknose told him.
Kosh shrugged him off.
"Ah, I'm fine," Kosh tried to sound reassuring.
"You're not fine; from the looks of things, it seems like you haven't been getting enough sleep over the last few days; and I noticed that you're not eating enough to satisfy a child's hunger; don't you usually eat an entire bush of treestars along with a bush of sweet bubbles and five tree sweets at breakfast?" Mr. Thicknose wondered.
Kosh turned his head, closed his eyes and held up his right forepaw.
"Stop! All this talk about food makes me want to puke!" Kosh exclaimed.
"All right, I'll stop; but, you know I'm right," Mr. Thicknose teased him.
After managing to fight off yet another wave of nausea, Kosh turned back around to Mr. Thicknose. Soon enough, the elder saw the younger male shivering and checked him over.
"Sore throat, fever, nausea, aches and pains, a stuffy nose; and of course, dizziness; looks like you're sick; how about you go home and get some rest; the illness should be gone within a week or two," Mr. Thicknose responded.
Kosh nodded and headed back to his nest.
Once he was out of earshot, Grandpa Longneck showed up behind Mr. Thicknose.
"I'd like to say I told you so to him; but, I held my tongue," Grandpa commented.
"Yeah; that guy is the most stubborn dinosaur I've ever known; next to you, that is," Mr. Thicknose stated.
"I beg your pardon?" Grandpa demanded.
Mr. Thicknose turned to face the younger elder.
"When you were a kid and would get sick; I'd give your mother instructions of how to treat your illnesses and you always insisted that you were fine," Mr. Thicknose answered.
"Ah, that was just to keep Mother from babying me; I was sick and tired, literally; but, also sick and tired of being treated like a baby just because of an illness; this was a subject I was talking to Topsy about earlier; and how annoyed I got at her and I have told her so many times to leave me alone so I can recover during my childhood," Grandpa ranted on.
"What has gotten you so annoyed? Is it because I said you were stubborn during your childhood?" Mr. Thicknose demanded.
"That's pretty much it, yeah," Grandpa answered.
"Sorry, I was just being honest; you really were stubborn and yet had the tendency to assert your independence from a very young age which annoyed your mother," Mr. Thicknose said.
Grandpa nodded.
Soon enough, he remembered one time after he had recovered from an illness.

Flashback

A 6 year old Kenneth has just recovered from a very bad cold; however, during the illness, he stubbornly resisted the care of his mother since she had the tendency to baby him. Just when he was about to go off with his friends, he was pulled back by his mother's tail.
"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Lillian demanded.
"Out to play," Kenneth answered.
Lillian sighed.
"You're not going anywhere for the next month; at least not without an escort; and you're going back to get tongue baths for the duration of your punishment," Lillian scolded him.
"A month? Mother, that's not fair," Kenneth complained.
"Listen to me VERY CAREFULLY; you don't get to decide what's fair and what's not since you're a child and I'm a grown up; and as your mother, I get to punish you the way I see fit; you nearly died since you let your body temperature reach a dangerous level and I was scared for you; and as a result, you're not playing with any of your friends and they will not be coming over here," Lillian explained.
"I don't care what you say; I draw the line at tongue bathing," Kenneth snarled.
"Who's the parent here? You or me?" Lillian demanded.
Kenneth was rendered speechless; he has never seen his mother this angry before and curled his tail around his body while he was sitting down.
"Whether you agree with this or not, the punishment stands," Lillian added.
Kenneth sighed and nodded.

Flashback end

"This makes me glad that I hardly ever got sick when I got older," Grandpa claimed.
Mr. Thicknose nodded.
Both males were hoping that none of the other herd members would get sick and also hoped for Kosh to get better fast.

Note: This is one of my story ideas that I'm bringing to life. I've always been curious of what Littlefoot's life would be like if he was taken in by Cera's family until he was grown up. The gang of five is in their early teens.

Chapter 1


It was a sad day in the Great Valley; the herd gathered around Littlefoot's grandparents as they were about to die. Things were never gonna be the same without them; and Littlefoot would have to be taken in by a neighboring herd since he was too young to take care of himself.
As usual, Topsy was skeptical of taking him in; however, if he was taken in by Petrie's family, he'd have to endure the yelling of Petrie's brothers and sisters. Ducky's family was also another option he couldn't go with considering her mother had too many kids already. In the end, he took Cera's family up on the offer to stay with them until he was all grown up.
Grandma and Grandpa smiled knowing that Littlefoot will be well looked after once they were gone.
"Don't worry about Littlefoot; we'll look after him; I'm gonna miss you guys," Topsy admitted.
"We'll miss all of you; and especially you Littlefoot," Grandpa claimed.
Littlefoot nuzzled his grandparents; soon enough, the last breath of life escaped their bodies. He then stood back and allowed for his unshed tears to stream down his face and onto the ground in front of him. Although, Topsy had better control over his emotions, the death of Grandma and Grandpa Longneck still made him feel sad. Soon enough, the old longnecks were buried by the entrance of the valley; it was Littlefoot's request for their resting place and would eventually become his when he dies of old age.
Throughout the day, Littlefoot was becoming increasingly depressed. Cera had offered to be the seeker in a game of Hide and Seek; but, he politely declined. Even though the young threehorn was disappointed, she understood that if Littlefoot didn't want to play, she took no for an answer and then left to find Ducky, Petrie and Spike. Once Cera had left, Topsy took it as his cue to see if Littlefoot wanted to talk. He wandered over to the young longneck laid down next to him. Littlefoot turned his gaze over to the adult threehorn and sighed.
"Something on your mind, son?" Topsy asked.
Littlefoot nodded.
"I know what it's like to lose a loved one; my mother died when I was about your age and I was taken in by my father's parents; they may have been my guardians until I was old enough to live by myself; but, I still preferred to be with my mother; I was a Mama's Boy back in the day; my father ditched the family to make a second one in order to replace me; see, after my twin brother died, my father left; he came back after a couple of years and impregnated my mother; she lost the hatchling and he blamed me; he left again after that; haven't seen him since I was 8; ever since then, I tried to make myself seem tough due to the crap I endured," Topsy explained.
Littlefoot was amazed; was this the same threehorn who instantly hated him upon first meeting? Now, he was sharing something that he kept hidden since childhood. Littlefoot wasn't expecting him to share something THAT personal; he must really trust him.
"Why were you telling me all this? I thought you would like to keep stories of your childhood to yourself," Littlefoot claimed.
"To be completely honest, witnessing your grandparents' deaths brought back a memory of when I witnessed my own mother's death; you see, I was only 16 when she died; and you're how old?" Topsy wondered.
"A year younger than you were when you lost your mother," Littlefoot told him.
Topsy nodded.
"Anyway, I'm sorry about your grandparents; they were fair leaders; and I'm still thankful to your grandpa for saving me and Cera from the fire so many years ago and thankful to you for bringing her back alive when you were just hatchlings," Topsy said.
Littlefoot nodded.
"And I'm thankful that you took me in; considering that I'm too young to live on my own; and since my grandparents were your friends and Cera is my best friend, I don't see a problem with us being friends; age doesn't matter really; nor does species," Littlefoot explained.
Topsy nodded in agreement.
If Littlefoot was going to stay with Cera's family until he reaches adulthood, he would have to be able to get along with them. However, he was never expected to forget how caring his grandparents were to him when they were alive. He would eventually not get so emotional over the loss after a while; with help from his friends and the herd.
"Grandma, Grandpa, wherever you are; I couldn't thank you enough for taking care of me after Mother died; I miss you already; I'll always remember you as the wise leaders you were when you were alive," Littlefoot said while looking up at the sky.
Just then, three cloud figures showed up. One of them was his mother and the other two were his grandparents. The breeze blew lightly as if they were nuzzling him.
"We'll always be with you...even if you can't see us," Littlefoot heard his grandma's voice for the last time.
Littlefoot started shedding more tears; and another breeze blew lightly against his face to wipe away his tears. Topsy thought he might have been going crazy; it wasn't just Littlefoot who felt the presense of his mother and grandparents; he did, too. Soon enough, a cloud shape of a threehorn appeared in the sky. He recognized the figure as his mother.
"She must have seen that I agreed to take care of Littlefoot after his grandparents died," Topsy thought.
Soon enough, the figures disappeared back into the afterlife. Littlefoot now felt comforted to know that he would be well taken care of even if it's with a family who isn't related to him.

a rewrite of chapter 1 is on its way.

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Littlefoot and his friends were having fun playing in the watering hole. Suddenly, the game was put to a stop when Littlefoot grabbed his crotch with his paws.

"Wait guys! I gotta pee, BAD!" Littlefoot exclaimed.

"Go ahead then," Cera said.

"Here in the water and in front of everybody? No way!" Littlefoot sneered.

Littlefoot ran out of the water to look for a quiet spot away from everybody. He really didn't want to pee out in the open; the thought of it made him feel uneasy; that was one thing he and Cera's dad have in common. While searching for a spot, he saw some kids swimming and splashing around in another watering hole. The movement of the water was making it worse for him.

"I can't take it!" Littlefoot told himself, while panting.

He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen while trying to keep his bladder from emptying itself.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Littlefoot moaned.

Soon enough, he came across some bushes. As it turns out, some kids were hiding.

"Damn it! I mustn't pee now," Littlefoot told himself.

After a while, he wandered around and saw a tree. After getting a closer look, the trunk had an open space at the bottom. It was a storing space for sweet bubbles; it was owned by Kosh. Littlefoot wasn't on the best terms with the pink clubtail and he didn't want to piss him off by peeing on his sweet bubbles.

Moments later, Topsy came into view and walked up to him.

"Say, Littlefoot; you look terrible," Topsy pointed out.

Littlefoot nodded and panted.

"Yeah; listen, I really need to go badly; have you ever thought that there's no relief spot private enough for you? I can't go when too many people are near me," Littlefoot explained.

"I also can't go with too many people near me; not even Tria; I also like having complete privacy," Topsy answered.

Out of the corner of Littlefoot's eye, he saw Kosh casually taking a leak. Topsy spoke up again.

"I seriously don't know how Kosh can be so casual about public urination; well, at least it's not on the sweet bubble bush near my nest," Topsy added.

Littlefoot nodded.

"I was aiming to go on that tree; but, the trunk was filled with sweet bubbles," Littlefoot stated.

Topsy nodded.

"Yeah; he'd be pretty pissed if he found your urine on his sweet bubbles," Topsy told him.

"Nice to see you; but, I really gotta go," Littlefoot said.

Once Littlefoot was gone, Topsy shook his head.

"Poor kid; hope he doesn't wet himself before he gets to a relief spot; that's something no kid should have to endure; I've been there before," Topsy said to himself.

Meanwhile, Cera and the others were waiting on Littlefoot.

"What's taking him so long?" Cera asked.

"Maybe he needs to go number two as well," Ducky claimed.

"Ducky might be right; he sure taking long time," Petrie added.

Cera groaned.

"This is taking forever; I'm gonna go look for him," Cera growled.

"Me no do that if me were you, Cera," Petrie responded.

Meanwhile, Littlefoot found a pile of bushes by the Secret Caverns. He sighed with relief when he didn't see anybody there. Moments later, he ducked into the bushes and positioned himself accordingly to empty himself. Just as he was about to do his business, Hyp and his friends walked by.

"Hi Littlefoot; it's such a lovely day and you're hiding in the bushes," Hyp said.

"Do you guys mind? I would like some privacy," Littlefoot stated.

"He's right, Hyp; even I don't like when others watch me while relieving myself," Nod claimed.

"Uh, yeah; let's go so he can do his business," Mutt agreed.

With that, Mutt grabbed Hyp by the arms and pulled him away, Nod followed close behind them. Littlefoot sighed happily.

"Thanks Mutt," Littlefoot said.

"No problem, kiddo," Mutt said.

Once the older boys were gone, Littlefoot felt relaxed enough to do his business. He got back into position and started peeing. He sighed with relief as his bladder was getting emptied.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! So much better!" Littlefoot exclaimed to himself.

After cleaning himself up, he left the bushes and went back to his friends.

"There you are; we were wondering where you were," Ducky stated.

"Yeah; Cera was about to look for you; but me say you need privacy," Petrie added.

"What took you so long?" Cera wondered.

"I was trying to find a private enough relief spot; it took a while since I couldn't find one private enough until I got near the Secret Caverns; Hyp and his friends were out hat way and I didn't know; however, Mutt managed to get Hyp away from the bushes," Littlefoot explained.

The others nodded.

"I am just glad you are all right," Ducky claimed.

"Me too," Petrie added.

Spike murmured in agreement while everyone else nodded.

"Let's get back to playing; I'll be the swimmer this time," Littlefoot claimed.

"Okay," Cera said.

There was one lesson Littlefoot learned; never drink too much water and to go find a relief spot to do his business before it becomes an emergency.

At one end of the Great Valley, Littlefoot's friends were all wide awake and ready to eat. They noticed that Littlefoot was still lying down. Ducky decided to see what was taking Littlefoot so long. She walked up to him and noticed that his breathing was irregular and his head was all stuffed.

"Littlefoot; the others and I are ready to eat and play; yep, yep, yep," Ducky said happily.

Ducky was thrown off guard when Littlefoot started coughing. He covered his face just before letting out a sneeze.

"Excuse me," Littlefoot replied, all stuffed up.

"You do not sound or look so good; no, no, no," Ducky pointed out.

"What's taking so long?" Cera asked.

"I'm sick," Littlefoot replied.

"Yeah Cera; Littlefoot has a bad cough and a cold," Ducky said.

The other three hung their heads. Ducky turned her attention back to Littlefoot.

"Do you want something to eat?" Ducky asked.

The thought of food made Littlefoot's stomach do many twists and turns. He groaned and rubbed the side of his face.

"Oh I see; you are not well enough to eat," Ducky stated.

Littlefoot nodded.

"I am sorry you are sick; but, me Spike, Petrie and Cera are here for you, yep, yep, yep," Ducky claimed.

"Ducky right Littlefoot; you our bestest best friend," Petrie added.

Littlefoot smiled since he knew he had such good friends. Moments later, he began to shiver. Ducky noticed this and placed her hand on Littlefoot's head. She pulled her hand away after a moment.

"You are burning up; you are, you are," Ducky stated, in panic.

Ducky rushed out of the cave to alert the others.

"Help....Littlefoot....very sick," Ducky said rather fast.

"Calm down Ducky; take a deep breath and try to speak a bit slower," Cera said.

Ducky took a couple minutes to settle down.

"Littlefoot is very sick; he has a high fever; when I touched his head, it felt like I touched something on fire," Ducky stated.

"Ducky, go with Petrie and Spike and see if you can find some herbs; I'll keep an eye on Littlefoot," Cera commanded.

Once Ducky, Petrie and Spike left, Cera entered the cave to see if Littlefoot was okay. Littlefoot looked at Cera and smiled weakly.

"Cera," Littlefoot whispered.

The threehorn walked over to her sick friend.

"Shhh; don't try to talk; just rest; I sent the others to gather some herbs to help with your illness," Cera said.

Littlefoot smiled weakly and tried to sleep. Cera placed her paw on Littlefoot's head and jerked it back.

"Ow; Ducky was right," Cera whispered to herself.

Moments later, Cera came back with a wet treestar and placed it on Littlefoot's head. Then, she bent down and whispered in Littlefoot's ear.

"I'll be outside; if you need anything, call for me," Cera stated.

Littlefoot nodded. After that Cera left the cave. She noticed Ducky, Petrie and Spike coming back.

"We have some plants that will make Littlefoot feel, much, much, much, much betterer," Ducky said.

"If he no puke them up, first," Petrie muttered.

"What was that, Petrie?" Ducky asked.

"Me no say anything," Petrie defended himself.

"Good," Ducky stated.

Spike just grumbled in annoyance. Soon enough, the medicine plants were brought into the cave. Littlefoot opened his eyes and looked at the plants.

"What are these for?" Littlefoot asked.

"They are to help you cure that nasty cold of yours," Ducky said.

Littlefoot smiled.

"Let's just hope I don't puke them up first," Littlefoot said.

"That's the same thing I thought I heard Petrie say a few minutes ago," Cera replied.

Petrie nodded, ashamed.

"Me no mean offence by it," Petrie admitted.

Littlefoot looked over at Petrie.

"None taken, Petrie," Littlefoot claimed.

Moments later, Cera heard her dad calling for her. She left the cave only to be confronted by Topsy.

"What's going on here? Is somebody sick?" Topsy asked.

"Yes Dad; Littlefoot has caught a nasty cold; I don't think he'd want his grandparents catching it at their age; after all, Grandpa Longneck isn't one of the healthiest dinosaurs around despite being younger than Grandma Longneck," Cera explained.

Topsy nodded.

"Age doesn't matter when it comes to illnesses; you can get sick at any age," Topsy said.

"You're missing the point; some dinosaurs get sick easier than others; and some can even die just from a flu virus," Cera added.

Topsy nodded knowing that Cera was right.

"You're wise for your age; just like your mother," Topsy got choked up on the word mother.

Cera wasn't used to seeing her dad get emotional like that. She placed her paw on his and gave him a gentle smile. Topsy smiled back at her as his brief sad moment went away.

"Well anyway; I better tell the longnecks that Littlefoot is sick; but, I imagine they'd want some details of the illness," Topsy replied.

Cera nodded.

"Well; Littlefoot has a bad cough, fever and has experienced some nausea," Cera told him.

Topsy nodded.

"If the rest of you should notice those symptoms coming on; don't hesitate to ask for help," Topsy said.

The others nodded.

"Are you sure you're not running a fever, Dad? That doesn't sound like something you'd say," Cera wondered.

Topsy scoffed.

"Do you think I'd be up and about if I was running a fever? Get real Cera; Tria would have my head if she found out that I went out sick, if I was sick, which I am not," Topsy defended himself.

"Okay, just checking," Cera replied.

Topsy sighed.

Moments later, he heard Littlefoot coughing hard.

"Oh dear; that sounds really bad," Topsy said.

"Of course; don't tell me you've never had a bad cough in your life, Dad," Cera stated.

"Of course I did catch illnesses that involved a bad cough; but, that hasn't happened since I was ten," Topsy claimed.

Cera nodded.

"Well I'm off to tell the longnecks about Littlefoot; I'm sure they're worried sick about him; make sure you change out one wet treestar for another every once in a while; that way, his fever won't get higher," Topsy explained.

Cera nodded.

Meanwhile, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were resting underneath the bright circle. Topsy came up to them with a worried expression on his face.

"You guys; I have something to tell you," Topsy said.

Grandma noticed the urgency in Topsy's tone of voice.

"What is it, dear? Calm down first and then tell us; we have all day," Grandma told him.

Topsy managed to settle down within minutes.

"Okay; Littlefoot has caught a nasty cold and has been experiencing a bad cough, fever and nausea," Topsy explained.

The elderly couple sighed.

"Oh dear; I hope he's okay," Grandma said.

"He'll be fine; Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike are looking after him; I told Cera that if she and the others start experiencing the described symptoms, that they should ask for help; but, Cera thought what I said was out of character and asked if I was ill; I told her that if I was, I wouldn't be up and about," Topsy explained.

Grandpa chuckled.

"I would ask you the same thing if I feel what you say is out of character," Grandpa admitted.

"So would I," Grandma added.

Topsy smiled.

Back at the cave, Littlefoot sat up and tried eating some of the herbs that were brought to him. Moments later, he started throwing them back up. Cera stood at his side to comfort him.

"Oh no, no, no; I better let Mr. Thicknose know; he might be able to help," Ducky said rather urgently.

As if on cue, Mr. Thicknose was in the area and walked over to a fairly large cave. Ducky rushed out to meet him.

"I am so glad you are here, Mr. Thicknose; we need you, Littlefoot is very sick," Ducky said.

The elder looked down at the worried swimmer and smiled gently.

"Don't worry Ducky; I'm sure I can think of how to help Littlefoot get better; all I need to know of are his symptoms and how long this has been going on," Mr. Thicknose commanded.

Ducky nodded.

"Okay; he has a very bad cough, a fever, has experienced nausea and just threw up; he has felt like this all morning," Ducky explained.

Mr. Thicknose nodded. Then he walked into the cave. The vomit was already cleaned up courtesy of Petrie even though the flyer was grossed out by it and nearly vomited himself.

"Ugh; that was gross; me glad me no get sick at that sight," Petrie said.

"Uh-huh," Spike said in agreement to Petrie's statement.

Mr. Thicknose walked over to Littlefoot. The sick longneck looked up at the elder, the treestar still on his head.

"Oh dear; you look as bad as Ducky said you feel," Mr. Thicknose stated.

Littlefoot nodded.

"Ugh; the medicine I took didn't stay down," Littlefoot said and then coughed while covering his mouth.

Mr. Thicknose briefly examined Littlefoot and nodded towards the others.

"His fever seems to be holding steady; just keep an eye on him for a few days and make sure he drinks lots of water," Mr. Thicknose instructed.

The others nodded.

"But there may be chance he puke up water, too," Petrie expressed his concern.

"Yes there is that chance; but, he should still keep on drinking to avoid dehydration," Mr. Thicknose stated.

Cera had something to say.

"My dad was here earlier and he told me to keep changing to a new treestar on Littlefoot's head every once in a while," Cera explained.

Mr. Thicknose nodded.

"Your dad is right, Cera," Mr. Thicknose stated.

"Are you sure you're not ill? It doesn't sound like you to say my dad is right," Cera responded.

"Thanks for your concern, Cera; but, I feel fine," Mr. Thicknose assured her.

Cera smiled.

Before Mr. Thicknose left, he had something else to say.

"Make sure he doesn't stay on his feet for too long; he also needs lots of rest," Mr. Thicknose added.

The others nodded.

Once Mr. Thicknose left, the kids saw Littlefoot moaning in pain.

"You gonna get sick again?" Petrie asked.

Littlefoot shook his head.

"Whew! Me hate cleaning vomit; nearly made me vomit," Petrie complained.

"I'm sorry; I couldn't help it," Littlefoot admitted with tears in his eyes.

Petrie felt really guilty now.

"Me no mean to make you cry; sorry," Petrie pleaded.

Littlefoot choked back a sob and dried his tears.

"That's okay, Petrie; it wasn't your fault," Littlefoot told him.

Petrie smiled knowing that Littlefoot wasn't mad at him.

Later that night, Littlefoot's condition stayed the same. He had been trying to drink water; but, hasn't been keeping it down. Every time he was about to throw up, he would rush out to some bushes so Petrie wouldn't have to clean it up. Cera had a hard time getting to sleep since she was very worried. She sat up and looked over at Littlefoot.

"Cera; Littlefoot will be okay; try to get some sleep," Ducky pleaded.

The young threehorn sighed.

"I'll try; but, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna worry," Cera replied.

"I understand, Cera; we all care about getting Littlefoot better," Ducky said, her hand patting Cera's paw.

Cera smiled at the reassurance she was getting from Ducky. After a moment, she finally got back to sleep. The next day, Littlefoot didn't seem to be much better; however, Cera started to feel sick. She looked over at Ducky with a pleading expression on her face.

"Could you ask Petrie to fly over and get Mr. Thicknose? I feel sick," Cera pleaded.

"Yes of course, Cera; Petrie! Please go get Mr. Thicknose for us; Cera is ill too," Ducky pleaded.

Petrie did as he was told and flew away. Cera felt a headache coming on and she was cold.

"How about you lie down with Littlefoot; he might want some company," Ducky suggested.

Cera nodded.

A while later, Petrie came back with Mr. Thicknose.

"Hi children; Petrie told me what happened; Littlefoot, how are you feeling?" Mr. Thicknose wondered.

Littlefoot looked at the elder and shrugged.

"Not much better?" Mr. Thicknose asked.

Littlefoot shook his head. Mr. Thicknose turned his attention to Cera. He briefly examined her and then frowned.

"You have the same illness as Littlefoot; is your stomach upset?" Mr. Thicknose wondered.

Cera nodded and coughed.

"Try to rest as much as possible and drink lots of water; or as much as you think you can keep down; I'll be back later to check on you," Mr. Thicknose instructed.

The kids nodded as Mr. Thicknose left the cave.

"This is awful; now we have two sick patients," Ducky stated.

Meanwhile at the Feeding Grounds, Topsy was eating breakfast. Mr. Thicknose came up to him.

"You got a minute, Topsy?" Mr. Thicknose wondered.

"What is it, Thicknose?" Topsy asked.

"That's Mr. Thicknose; as I was about to say; Cera has caught the same illness Littlefoot has," Mr. Thicknose explained.

Topsy hung his head. Cera seemed fine to him yesterday when he was talking to her.

"How did she get sick so fast?" Topsy wondered.

"You know how fast these viruses can spread; they're like wildfire," Mr. Thicknose stated.

Topsy nodded.

"Thanks for telling me," Topsy said.

Mr. Thicknose nodded.

Meanwhile at the cave, Cera and Littlefoot were snuggled up together for warmth. Ducky, Petrie and Spike did what they could to make them feel better.

Over the next few days, they seemed to be getting better. Although, they were pretty tired. Littlefoot and Cera managed to eat some treestars; their illness seemed to be clearing up since their nausea and fevers are gone. The others were glad that they survived a nasty bug.

"I am so glad you two are better; lets go back; I am sure the others are worried about you," Ducky said.

Littlefoot and Cera nodded.

Once the kids got to the Feeding Grounds, they were met up by their families and friends.

"How are you two feeling?" Grandma asked.

"Much better Grandma; we had Ducky, Petrie, Spike and Mr. Thicknose to thank," Littlefoot stated.

Mr. Thicknose chuckled.

"I was delighted to help, children," Mr. Thicknose said.

Everything seemed to return to normal since Littlefoot and Cera have recovered from their illness.

The fire in the Great Valley has finally been washed out by the water flowing from the Mysterious Beyond. All the vegetation is getting plentiful again. Due to recent events, Grandpa Longneck won't talk to Topsy until he apologizes for calling Littlefoot a bad influence. The threehorn stubbornly admitted that he needed to make things right with Littlefoot or his grandparents won't talk to him again. He wandered around and found Littlefoot drinking from the watering hole at the Thundering Falls.

"Littlefoot, could I talk to you for a few minutes?" Topsy asked.

The young longneck looked over at Topsy.

"I don't know; you might insult me again; Topsy," Littlefoot retorted.

Topsy hung his head; he felt like he deserved that remark.

"All right; I deserved that," Topsy admitted.

Littlefoot nodded.

"You sure did; I'm still upset about you calling me a bad influence in front of everybody," Littlefoot claimed.

"Look; I really am sorry. We were running out of water and I thought you were wasting it," Topsy admitted.

Littlefoot thought about this and nodded.

"I understand; you were only looking out for everybody; even though you're the most stubborn threehorn I ever met," Littlefoot explained.

Topsy nodded.

"Will you ever forgive me for calling you a bad influence?" Topsy wondered.

"Yeah; I was never one to hold a grudge," Littlefoot answered.

Topsy smiled. He was glad that Littlefoot has forgiven him for calling him a bad influence. Moments later, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck came by to see Littlefoot and Topsy having a decent conversation. They smiled since things are better between Littlefoot and Topsy. The threehorn gave Littlefoot a look that indicated that he wanted a few minutes alone with the elderly couple. Littlefoot nodded and left. Topsy turned towards the elderly couple with a guilty expression on his face.

"Listen you two; I still can't believe you saved my life even though I said that Littlefoot was a bad influence," Topsy admitted.

"I must admit that I was angry about it; but, that didn't mean I was going to let you and Cera die in that fire; you should know me better than that," Grandpa explained.

Topsy nodded.

"I was wrong about Littlefoot; he is not a bad influence and he forgave me for insulting him; do you forgive me?" Topsy wondered.

The elderly couple smiled.

"Of course we forgive you," Grandpa said.

Grandma nodded in agreement.

Topsy is happy that his friends had forgiven him for calling Littlefoot a bad influence.

















this is a one-shot!

Littlefoot wandered aimlessly around the Great Valley. He met up with his best friend Cera at the Thundering Falls. The young adults both have something they needed to talk about.

"Littlefoot; I have something to confess," Cera said.

"I do too," Littlefoot replied.

Cera took a couple of deep breaths.

"Here goes, I love you," Cera said.

Littlefoot smiled warmly and nuzzled Cera.

"I love you too; you're the only one for me," Littlefoot said.

Cera smiled as she planted her lips onto Littlefoot's mouth. Littlefoot returned the kiss. He was glad that she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. They broke apart moments later.

"I guess that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend," Cera replied.

Littlefoot nodded and smiled.

He never had a girlfriend before; it was all new to him. Soon enough, they went back to their respective nesting spots. Littlefoot walked back and noticed that his grandpa was lazing around.

"Hi Grandpa," Littlefoot said.

"Hey Littlefoot; what's new?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm in love," Littlefoot said.

Grandpa wondered which girl Littlefoot has chosen as a girlfriend.

"With whom?" Grandpa asked.

Littlefoot took a couple of deep breaths and prepared himself in case his grandpa's reaction to the news was negative.

"Cera," Littlefoot answered.

Grandpa smiled. He knew that Littlefoot was so close with Cera ever since they arrived at the Great Valley.

"Your grandma would be proud of you," Grandpa said.

Grandpa lowered his head and let a few tears fall from his eyes. He was heartbroken after the death of his wife only a day ago. She had the same illness that Grandpa caught back when Littlefoot was only 7. Grandpa felt bad since he could have done something; but, there wouldn't have been enough time to gather Night Flowers from the Land of Mists and bring them back to cure her.

"At least she's with Mom; and she's not in pain anymore; and she'll forever be in our hearts; just like Mom," Littlefoot said.

Grandpa smiled weakly and wiped the tears away with his paw.

"I really needed to hear that; thanks Littlefoot," Grandpa said.

Littlefoot nuzzled the side of his grandpa's face with his head.

Meanwhile, Cera returned to her nest to talk to her dad, step-mom, sisters, niece and nephew.

"Guys; I have something to tell you," Cera said.

Topsy came to a conclusion.

"You're in love with Littlefoot and he is your boyfriend," Topsy guessed.

Cera was shocked.

"How did you know?" Cera asked.

Topsy chuckled.

"It's obvious; I've seen you two together and you get all giggly whenever you think about him," Topsy said.

Tria wasn't any less surprised by the news. Diana, Tricia and the twins nodded their heads.

"So; if there are any objections; talk to the tail; because I'm all grown up and can choose whomever I want to love," Cera replied.

Dinah and Dana laughed; they thought the talk to the tail remark was hilarious. Tria, Tricia and Diana didn't seem to have any objections; it all went down to Topsy. Would he disapprove of Littlefoot and Cera's love? She had no way of knowing what he is thinking. After a moment of silence, Topsy started speaking.

"If you love each other that much; we hope you two will be happy together," Topsy replied.

Cera started grinning from ear to ear. Soon enough, Littlefoot and his family met up with Cera and her family. Topsy noticed the sad look in Grandpa's eyes.

"Oh Longneck; I know how you feel; losing a loved one can be heartbreaking; you were there for me when my first wife died and I can be there for you since you lost your wife; that's what friends are for," Topsy said.

Grandpa smiled weakly and nodded at the threehorn.

"Yes; on a happier note; Littlefoot and Cera have fallen in love and are a couple," Grandpa said.

"Yeah; I guessed what Cera was going to say before she even said it," Topsy replied.

Soon enough, Littlefoot and Cera decided to tell the rest of their friends the news.




This is the first chapter of my first LittlefootXCera story; I really love this pairing. It may not be canon, but, who cares? It's fanfiction. I also added extra characters; blood related siblings for Littlefoot, along with them having their own kids, an OC mom (Diana) for Dinah and Dana; extended family for Topsy. More characters will arrive sometime in the story; sorry Grandma Longneck fans; she isn't shown in this story since she has died. However, she will be referenced more than Littlefoot's mother ever was in the series.