What Could've Happened

The Ice Age Versions

By Jinney

(Disclaimers: I do not own Ice Age or Buck! Only his siblings, Rachel, the OCs, and this story are mine! Story Idea Inspired by IceAgeLover4Ever on deviantART! Dedicated to my fellow Ice Age/Buck Loving Fans! Okay! Read on!)

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Buck stayed alert as he walked from his family's home in the camping area to a small stream for a drink. He was thirstier than ever and needed the drink desperately. He sighed blissfully as he slurped up the water with his tongue. Little did he know that there was someone who had followed him, which was probably the reason why he had been so alert upon coming here.

Buck smiled, collapsing on his stomach, on the ground beside the stream. With a single finger, he began playing with the water, stirring it and slashing around while watching it flow away, making room for more untouched water.

Buck smiled wider, his two lower fangs jutting out slightly. He always thought having fun alone like this was better than doing something with someone else…they always wanted to do other stuff. They didn't care about his opinion. Therefore he spent most of his time alone.

But the ten-year-old weasel wasn't alone for long, and he yelped as a new form collapsed next to him. He jumped up quickly, ready to pounce on whoever had followed him here. But what he saw wasn't what he was expecting.

"Hi!" It was a girl. But Buck couldn't tell what she was. Was she a weasel or a ferret? He couldn't tell from her patterns and also because of her weird attire. She was wearing a blue weird chest piece with a strap that went around her neck, blue trousers, blue cuffs on her feet and wrists, a blue necklace, and silver ring.

Buck relaxed a little, not sure if she was dangerous or not. "Hi?" She smiled, "Hullo!" He just stared for several moments. The girl only smiled, lying there on her stomach, her elbows holding her head from the ground. Buck didn't know what to say. This girl was kind of odd as she kept staring in a happy way at him. Buck tried to think of what to say, but couldn't find his words. Thankfully, the girl helped.

"Hi! I'm Rachel!" She said as she got up. "I'm a fweaset and stuff…you know, a ferret-weasel mix! I think that's cool! What about you? What do you think is cool? What's your name? How old are you? I'm eight and a half! Hey! You wanna be friends!?" Buck's ears drooped and he glanced around for something to help him.

The girl named Rachel giggled, "Your expression is so hilarious! You should see yourself!" Buck glared at that comment, "Look! I don' have many friends…I don' want friends and I don' need 'em! So please stopping talkin' so much an' go away!" He didn't mean to say it so harshly, but it came across that way.

Rachel's smile vanished as she turned. "Fine…I just thought that I would try out my mom's method and try to make friends…I-I just came here because there was a disaster in my old home…I'm no good at transitioning, so this is not easy! But if you insist!"

Buck didn't know what to say. He was still angry, yet he also felt pity for this girl. It hurt him more when the girl walked away. He sighed as the depression consumed him. "Well…there goes a chance fer friendship…" He shook his head, staring into the small stream. He felt his ears drooped as he placed his hand on his chest.

Why do I feel this way?