Chapter 1: The Find

"Ahhh, another day of doing absolutely nothing," adolescent Simba remarked to his two friends as they relaxed in a hot spring.

"Yep," Pumbaa replied.

"Couldn't have said it better myself buddy," Timon said as all three of them sighed, knowing nothing would ruin there Hakuna Matata lifestyle.

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"So, what do you want to do now?"

Simba asked the warthog and meerkat as they lazed under a tall tree, the next afternoon.

"Do you want to go diving again?"

"No, not really."

"Do you want to practice your hunting?"

Simba laughed at Timon's questions, "Nah, I don't feel like doing that again; besides, that trick I pulled on you the other day….."

"He didn't see ya coming!!"

"I know," Simba laughed, rolling on the ground, "if you could've seen the look on your face…"

Timon grimmest, "ok ok, you got me."

"Do you want to play catch," Pumbaa suggested.

"Play catch; Pumbaa that's the stupidessed idea… hey wait a second, how about we play catch?!"

Simba rolled his eyes, "sure, with what?"

"Well," Timon looked down as Pumbaa spoke up.

"Look what I found, it's a dung beetle!"

"Perfect!"

The lion jumped up, "Pumbaa, since you found the object that we're going to play with…"

"Can I have it when we're done?"

The warthog asked innocently; which made Timon sigh.

"Sure, why not?"

"Ok Pumbaa, throw it to me, and I'll pitch it to Timon."

Simba explained this very slowly to the easily confused warthog.

"Got it."

He threw to Simba, which caught it between his teeth, almost completely crushing it.

"Alright Timon, catch!"

The lion threw the beetle and Timon jumped in the air and caught it in his paws.

"Nice one," Simba commented.

"Alright Pumbaa, here it comes!"

The three friends were laughing and having an awesome time. The sun was beginning it's descent before Timon stopped the game.

"Man, I'm tired, let's call it a day, shall we?"

"Come on, just one more pass? It's dead anyways, we can each split it after this round."

This amazed both Simba and Timon, for it was rare for Pumbaa to make such a plea.

"Alright, one more round won't change our lives," Timon smirked as he positioned himself and threw the beetle to Pumbaa.

"I caught it!!"

Pumbaa shouted and then he took the bug out of his mouth.

"Alright Simba, ready?"

"Give me your best shot," the young lion dared.

"You're asking for it," Timon commented as Pumbaa picked up the bug with his paw and jumped, throwing it. Simba jumped, but it soared over the animal's head.

"wow, great one!"

Timon exclaimed; but Simba wasn't so easily deterred from catching the beetle. He began to run after it as a gust of wind carried it farther away from him. Timon and Pumbaa followed there friend as they watched him trying to catch the bug. However, Simba wasn't watching where he was going, and so with out warning he found himself ruling over something, and then lying on the ground.

"Simba, are you ok?"

Timon's concerned voice floated to Simba's ears as he sat up.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but look!"

Timon walked over to where the lion was standing.

"Oh gees it's a lion, run Simba get moving!!"

"Timon, she's just like me."

"She?"

"I think she's hurt, she's unconscious."

Pumbaa joined his friends as they stared down at the tan colored lioness, "can we keep her?"

"Pumbaa are you nuts?!?!"

"Ok look," Simba took command over the situation, "we need to get her some water."

"How?"

Simba paused before his eyes lit up, "Pumbaa, run over by that stream and get us some water, and Timon dig a hole for Pumbaa to put the water in to."

Pumbaa ran off as Timon began to dig a hole beside the lioness's head.

"You got it Pumbaa?"

The fat warthog didn't answer; instead, he spit out the water that had been in his mouth.

"Ok, thanks buddy."

Simba took a paw of the water, and began splashing the lioness with it as his two friends looked on.

"Oh."

A soft moan came from the lioness as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Wh who are you?"

"My name is Simba," he replied, just as soft.

"I saved you," Timon put in. At this, Pumbaa snorted at his friend's remark.

"No you didn't, Simba saved you, and I got the water."

Timon lowered his gaze, "I dug the bowl."

The young lioness tried to sit up; however her body still felt so heavy that she had to lye back down.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at Simba, "I'm exhausted."

"What's your name?"

"Jenna."

She replied as she shut her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

"Come on, help me get her on my back," Simba said.

"Simba, I don't think that's a good idea," Timon protested, "she's going to ruin our Hakuna Matata."

Simba turns his head with a lifted brow, "didn't you think I was going to ruin your Hakuna Matata?"

"Simba that was different, you were just a little lion, and she's…"

"A lion just like me."

Timon sighs, knowing he was defeated, "fine fine, you're responsible for her actions."

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A/N: Ok, this is a story that my friend (Brad) and I have been working on..I know the first chapter is short, but they'll get longer!!! I hope you all like it, Please RR!!!!!!!