AN:
I was mad because I programmed the VCR wrong and didn’t tape Partner. Teela is a very mysterious character and I believe Melora Harte’s voice does her justice. I felt like writing something. ’Nuff said. *leaves depressed mood* YAY! My first Megami Kouhosei fic!! ^^

The legal (and other) stuff:
No, I don’t own the people from the series. I’ve been doing research and, as far as I know, I’m probably dead wrong. That’s why this is AU. Very, very AU. If you don’t like that, then just dun read… even though I’d like you to… Actually, it may get cheesy for some tastes.

The Candidate number was random so there’s a good chance I’m wrong about it. I’m using dub terms and what I’ve read off the back of the DVD cases (I don’t own one personally). Natis is pronounced “Na-TEES”, not Nuhteez, in case you may wonder. Please pardon any mistakes in the tech area… It’s not my best field. Giggles are not necessarily high-pitched.^.~;

To not confuse anyone, Teela’s thoughts will be in ‘bold’ at one point. Natis’ will either be in italicized text surrounded by short -hyphens-. Not saying why… ^.~ Personal thoughts will be ‘as they usually are for me.’ Feel free to cue those lovely piano BGMs when deemed appropriate. I have a fondness to the one that plays after Kizna sings to PRO-ING 88. It’ll work perfectly in the thoughts scene. (Okay! I’ll say no more!)

Thanks to rukimakino for the names Pinoy Pagsanghan (Peh-noy Pahg-san-hahn). Zubiri, Masangkay, and Phillimon. Heheh… Ki-chan and her Philipino names… ^_^

Shooting Star

Zion. The last star. ‘It’s so beautiful from afar.’

Natis Janct’s hands rested on a glass window in GOA from which she observed the planet Zion. She had grown up in Zion and often watched the Goddesses battle Victim. It fascinated her far beyond anything else. Now she was finally able to join GOA and start her training to be a Repairer. If she couldn’t be a Pilot, then she’d help one.

Natis stepped away from the window and stuffed her hands in her pockets after tucking free strands of her waist length lilac hair behind her ear. She felt the need to check her watch… Her eyes widened. She gasped. She was supposed to meet the Pilot Candidates today! If she was late, her instructor would let her have it…

Luckily, she arrived in time. She stood across from Candidate 63, she supposed. Sure enough, she was right. But…

…Candidate 63 was a girl.

Natis didn’t say anything about her. Maybe she would have it easier now, with a female partner. The Candidates were told what they had to do and how to do it. Natis’ wine colored eyes studied the other girl’s features: teal hair, eyes a deeper shade of teal, calm, almost expressionless facade. ‘I don’t think I can do this…’ Sixty-three’s head raised slightly after capturing Natis’ gaze. It was almost as if she knew what the lavender haired girl was thinking, and she was giving her assurance that everything would be fine. Strangely enough, the gesture set Natis at ease. The red eyed girl stepped forward and stood erect before Pilot Candidate 63.

“My name is Natis Janct. Pleased to meet you.” She finished with a smile. It almost faded when the other Candidate replied without returning the facial expression:

“I am Teela Zain Elmes.”

Natis felt uneasy again, but another look at Teela’s serene expression told her that it was fine, that she hadn’t been too forward by smiling. The lavender haired girl silently sighed in relief. She asked Teela to extend her arm; she grasped it when she did and began the physical examination.

With the passage of time, the respective pairs of Candidates grew together in strength, confidence, and bond with one another. Of the three year training period for the Pilot Candidates, only a year had passed. There were several Candidates for Goddess, as well as many who aspired simply to be Repairers. By now it was clear to some who the ones with the most potential were. In the eyes of Natis Janct, two would surely be Pilots. Teela Zain Elmes, the mysterious girl who seldom showed emotion and spoke in ways that some didn’t understand, was at the top of her list; after her was a firey orange haired boy with contradictorily deep sapphire eyes. Daras Kumsel. Other than his skill, him just being himself was something Natis found attractive. Daras must have thought the same of her, because he would often come and speak to her about the Ingrids, his dreams of becoming a Pilot, and other simple things.

When in training sessions, Natis was alert to the events and status surrounding and regarding the Candidate for Goddess, and Teela was quick in reacting to her partner’s words. With each victory, both grew more confident. Teela, of course, was less expressive than the Repairer Candidate, but she always felt refreshed after simulations. Refreshed, but with deeper, mildly frightening thoughts lying within.

Natis turned to the door of her room when the door opened. Teela walked in and the door slid closed behind her. Natis returned her gaze to a pad of papers in her hand and wiped the top one with the hand that held the piece of charcoal, her right one. The teal eyed Candidate stepped to her partner and eyed what was on the page.

“That’s pretty,” she said. It was a nature scene. A lake was seen from a grassy knoll. A pine forest began several meters from the lake. It was in charcoal so far, but the reflection of the trees on the lake was clearly visible.

“I saw that one day in Zion,” Natis said. “With my father.”

Her father was alive. That was the thought that came to her mind. Had someone else heard that, they might’ve misinterpreted her. Teela said nothing. This was her way of letting Natis know that she realized the fact. The crimson eyed girl, in turn, understood the silence.

Teela held out her hand. In it she held a paper envelope.

“This came for you.”

Natis took it and opened it. She read the paper inside and smiled, then read it out loud, softly.

“‘I’ve missed you, Nati. How is it up there? I’ll bet Zion looks just stunning from space. I’m very proud of you, and I know you’ll make it to the end. Are the people nice? What about the food, is it anything like Nilda’s? Happy birthday, Natis. Nilda sends you her best wishes and the smell of fresh baked almond-chocolate-coconut cookies. I love you. Father.’” She eyed the paper once more, then shook her head and smiled. “He always manages to send these things so they’ll get to their destinations on time.”

“Is today your birthday?” asked Teela.

“No.” Natis stood, set the envelope, papers, and charcoal on her bed and gave her partner a bright smile. “Actually, it was a few weeks ago. But it really doesn’t matter. The simulation went great that day, so I’d say it went well.” She shrugged. “What’s a shooting star, after all?”

Teela didn’t nod, but she did acknowledge the comment. With silence that Natis interpreted.

“He was talking about my aunt, Nilda,” Natis continued. “She’s the one that taught me to say that.”

“It’s a very wise comment,” Teela said.

Natis nodded. She put the letter down and, without saying a word to one another, Teela left the room, followed by her partner. They were separated on the way to the mess hall, and Natis arrived a while later. She scanned the room for familiar faces. Not seeing them, she stepped further into the room.

“Natis?”

The lavender haired girl turned to the male voice and found herself facing Daras Kumsel and some of the Candidates she knew.

“Yeah?” she questioned.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Daras asked.

“About what?”

“You doof!” Pilot Candidate Pinoy Pagsanghan said. He rolled his green eyes and pushed strands of his blonde hair out of his eyes. “About your birthday!”

Natis gave them confused looks as they broke into cheers and a mini-celebration. The shock wore off quickly and she soon found herself laughing and holding hands with Daras. She blushed and he noticed and simply kissed her on the cheek. She then released his hand to not draw any attention, and failed miserably as Zubiri and Masangkay Phillimon, Repairer Candidates and twins, saw them. ‘Now we’ll never hear the end of it!’

Even though that bothered her some, it also made her feel a sense of happiness she hadn’t felt in some time. All seemed to fall silent and one figure stood out when she looked around the room. Teela stood far away, returning Natis’ gaze. Crimson eyes questioned, and inexpressive teal ones replied. Natis then smiled and closed her eyes shortly, and Teela gave her what she thought was a very small smile. And then she left.

“Three Type-A Victim approaching from the right.”

Teela and Natis were engaged in another training session. Teela was fast, but Natis somehow missed something. The Cueval simulation ended in their defeat. Again, the teal haired Pilot Candidate was calm when receiving the review of the instructor. The lavender haired girl was a bit more emotional. They and the others were dismissed.

Dinner followed, and then the Candidates retreated either to their rooms or elsewhere unrestricted until it was time to sleep. Natis stayed with PRO-ING 63. She looked up at it and shook her head in spite of herself. ‘It… was my fault. Our partner is… flawless, somehow.’ She sighed and patted the device, then stepped away and let her hand slide down it.

She walked to a room where she could see Zion from. Leaning on a wall to get a closer look, she lifted the left side of her mouth and accompanied it with a sigh. ‘You’d still say you’re proud of me, Father. And so would your sister.’ She felt a presence near her. She had felt it since a while after she left the PRO-ING dock. It was a familiar presence, and she felt comforted by it, somehow. She didn’t mind, but at the same time she wished to be alone. However, she also wanted the presence to stay. Natis turned her back on the presence and stared outside as her vision became blurry. She felt the presence draw closer, ever silently stepping nearer.

“I…” she began. Her hands, once pressed flat against the thick metalic lining that held the window in place, became tight, quivering fists. “…Damn… That was… such a stupid mistake!!” She lifted up one hand and began to bring it down to hit the metal, but stopped just before hitting it. Instead, she extended her fingers and placed her palm on the cold surface, doing the same with her other hand. If she had learned one thing alone from her partner, it was how to control her emotions. Teela’s presence, her aura, maybe, radiated a sort of calmness that set the crimson eyed girl at ease and made her relax and reflect. It was that presence that filled the otherwise empty room.

Head bent down, Natis murmured, “I-I’ll never…” -…be able to fight to…- “…help protect Zion.”

Soft, pale fingers wiped away tears from the corner of her right eye. The lavender haired girl looked to the side and caught a glimpse of shimmering teal hair, then moved her head slightly to take in her partner’s elegant form. Deep teal eyes spoke before the delicate mouth opened and guided air into a voice that perfectly articulated comforting words.

“Don’t give in to one mistake,” said Teela. “If you do, you won’t advance, and that is weakness.” Crimson eyes said that confirmation was still required in order to surface from the defeat. Teal eyes closed with a short dip of the head, and opened when the nod was completed. A smile imperceptible to most was obvious to the wine red eyes. “What is a shooting star, after all?”

As the smile widened slightly and the teal eyes thinned to complete the warmth emitted by the words, a grateful one came that thinned eyes of crimson. Gazes met.

-Thank you.-

‘You’re welcome.’

Teela walked to the window and joined her partner in her stare to the last star. Silence reigned momentarily. Natis heard without hearing but remained silent.

“I would like to tell you…” the teal haired girl began, “…but I’m unsure of whether I should or not.”

“You don’t have to.” The lavendar haired girl didn’t give her partner the chance to reply. “Only if you want to.” She faced Teela and raised an eyebrow while frowning with the other one. “Well if you really want to, just do so.” She shook her head and smiled. “No, you don’t have to tell me anything at all. I’m your partner, and we aren’t required to communicate our personal things to one another.”

Teela gave her partner a slightly confused gaze. Natis looked away while smiling nervously.

“Sorry. You think before you speak,” said the girl with crimson eyes.

“Oh, I see,” Teela calmly stated.

“You’re comfortable wi—”

“Yes, I am,” replied the teal eyed girl.

Natis giggled softly.

“It’s about who I am…” Teela continued.

“Oh.” Natis listened to unspoken words. “Aa… I always wondered why you were a Pilot Candidate instead of one for Repairer.” She drew in a silent gasp. “Wow…” She paused to collect herself. “That would explain a lot. You’re always so in tune with the machine…” She looked out to Zion, then closed her eyes in a sign that she was enjoying the calm delight and peaceful atmosphere that reigned. “Mm…”

“Hm?” Natis again looked to the girl to her left. “I’m just used to it, really. No one I knew in Zion could hear like this. Actually, I’m glad I’m not the only one.” She smiled. “Maybe I… Maybe I have EX too.” She let out another small giggle. “I know, I know… But I’d much rather be a Repairer anyway.” She listened. “It’s less dangerous. And you’d make a better Pilot any day.” She shook her head. “I promise.”

“Natis.”

“Yes? What is it?”

‘You don’t find me to be…’

“No! I’d never think that of you. Not ever!” -You’re a wonderful person. You didn’t have to care enough to follow me…- Half a laugh escaped Natis. “You’re welcome.”

“There is only one other who remembers.”

“Have you—”

“I have. But I didn’t know you could hear yet, so—”

“You don’t have to tell me about him if you don’t want to.”

“Please stop interrupting my words,” Teela calmly stated while smiling. She was teasing. She was teasing, and that was what she thought.

Natis smiled in the same manner. -All right, then.- Now she listened as Teela “told” her about the man who knew her secret. “Such a mysterious name… Crow Rivolde… Oh, no. Go right ahead. If you trust him, then he must be trustworthy.”

“Thank you… for not making me say it.”

“It’s because I understand.”

“I know.”

There was another long pause of silence.

“Are you almost done with your drawing?” asked the teal eyed girl.

“Just about.”

Teela turned to her and gave her a somewhat surprised look. “Really?” She watched Natis nod. Her confusion turned into another smile. She lowered her gaze. “Thank you…” She looked out to Zion after letting out a very short chuckle. “Crow was… the only person I was really close to.” She lowered set her sight to a distant star. “Now there are two of you.”

“I’m glad.” -I’m very glad that we share this… To hear this way, I mean.’-

‘As am I.’

After momentary silence, Teela bid her partner an unspoken good night and left. Now the room felt empty and truly silent to Natis. She was all alone. Just herself and the mighty sight of the planet Zion. ‘Beautiful, as always.’

This room in GOA felt like home to the lavender haired girl. The sky roof, so to speak, was blue and had white clouds spread in different places of it. It looked very real, almost like the sky in Zion. Daras said he had never seen a planet’s sky before, and that was why he came here to relax. It reminded him of what he dubbed “a strange, distant home I can call mine.”

“Hey Nat,” Daras asked as he leaned back and eventually lay down on the floor just as Natis had.

“What?” asked the crimson eyed girl.

The flame haired boy placed his hands behind his neck and stared at the ceiling.

“What’s she like, your partner?” he asked.

“Teela?” She caught his nod at the end of her field of sight. She was going to speak, but he interrupted.

“Yeah. She’s always so quiet and… silent.”

Natis rolled her eyes at his repetitive statement.

“She’s not just quiet. She’s just a very private individual.” She paused to sigh and smile up at the artificial sky. “Teela and I may as well be related. … It’s like we have this bond that neither one of us shares with anyone else. We can just stand in the same room for a while, and then walk away; it’ll feel like we had an entire conversation. We completely trust one another in mock battles and simulations, and that’s what sort of sweeps us forward when we battle. It’s almost unreal, actually.”

The blue eyed boy remained silent for a while after that.

“All that… about someone who barely talks…” he said. “Is it some kind of code thing I keep missing??”

“DARAS!!”

The Ingrid’s face was like a real woman’s; it was white and had red markings on it. From its shoulders came wing-like extensions that were a transparent mint green. Smaller extensions came out from the lower body. At the top of the shoulders, painted onto the shoulder guard look alikes, were red rose-shaped markings. She was Ernn Laties, the White Ingrid, the immaculate White Goddess. She was theirs. They stood side by side before her.

“I… can hardly believe it…” breathed the lavender haired Repairer. She stepped forward and lightly ran her fingers over the panel that corresponded to the Ingrid. She then looked back at her partner. The teal haired Pilot wore her usual emotionless expression, but behind it she was indeed very happy. Natis heard it and nodded at Teela.

They had aged into beautiful young women with delicate features and graceful demeanors. Those who had been Candidates with them had also aged. Daras Kumsel and Masangkay Phillimon were Pilot and Repairer of Tellia Kallisto. For Eeva Leena the choices were Pinoy Pagsanghan and Zubiri Phillimon. The others were unfamiliar to Natis and Teela.

“Yeah,” Natis spontaneously came out with. “You and her will be wonderful together.”

She turned to see Teela sigh through her calm façade. The Repairer cast her stare to the floor, then turned and lifted it up to take in as much of Ernn Laties as she could.

“Sorry about that… It’s a bit hard to get used to, specially when we don’t really think about it much.” She held the Ingrid in an unwavering gaze. Now Teela’s voice echoed in her ears but was heard by none except herself and the “speaker.”

‘Call me what you do when others are near, but in our silence, you may call me by my true self, if you wish.’

-If it makes you feel better, I’ll just stay “silent” when I have any comments.-

‘That is all I ask.’

The alarms of battle sounded. Buttons were pressed, beeps were heard. The Pilots all headed for their respective Ingrids and spoke final words with their Repairers.

Teal and crimson met.

“Good luck.” -Be careful.-

A nod. ‘Of course.’

Natis stretched out her right arm. Teela listened and brought hers to her partner’s. They grasped eachother’s elbows and brought their gazes together again.

-Call it… our way of saying good-bye. A wish for good luck. And… the confirmation that we will keep our secrets to ourselves… should one of us not return.- Natis shook her head, her loose, waist length lavender hair swaying with the motion. -I hate sounding so pessimistic.- She tilted her head to her right and smiled.

They released eachother’s arms. Natis stepped back as Teela walked to Ernn Laties. The cockpit was open. Teela stood right in front of the gel substance and gave the Ingrid her back. She closed her eyes and held her arms out beside herself as if she were to bow in a balet dance routine. She then released herself from standing and entered the Goddess vessel. The first separator to close was the one with a red rose design like those on Ernn Laties’ shoulders. Then the very small step pulled in and the white plates that formed part of the Ingrid’s chest closed over it, sealing the Pilot in seamlessly. Its blue eyes lit up; it was pulled back and up, and then she took off to the battlefield.

Victim attacked a colony not far from GOA. The Goddesses assembled and, when White Ingrid spread out her arms, an explosion occured that destroyed the Victim and part of the colony wall with it. People were sucked out into space. The hands of Ernn Laties caught a brown haired boy between them and encased him in an orb of light that would keep him alive.

Pilots, Repairers, and Ingrids were in near perfect condition. They survived. Again.

Natis could feel the warmth of Teela’s grasp even through her clothes; Natis’ gloved hands gave off a warm and comfortable feeling to Teela’s skin. They read eachother’s eyes and listened for any thoughts.

Natis eyed the shiny teal hair of the girl before her. It seemed to defy gravity: lush bangs covered most of her forehead, and two rather large tufts of hair framed her face. From the division of her chin, two thin groups of strands emerged and went off in different directions, shifting places when the girl moved. The rest of it trailed down from her head and split in two that could be seen when the girl was stood in front of. They never touched the floor. Deep teal eyes were framed by thick eyelashes; thin eyebrows were neatly perched above them. Her eyes betrayed any emotion. They were calm, cool, and collected.

Teela perceived the worry in her partner’s eyes. Eyes the color of wine. Delicate eyelashes were perfectly accomodated to make them look even deeper, if possible, and thick lavender eyebrows enhanced the effect. Those eyes expressed emotion. As much as she tried, Natis had not been able to master the art of inexpression as the teal eyed girl had. Thin, delicate lavender bangs fell at either side of her eyes and at different lengths, some above the crimson eyes, some falling before them, attempting to cover them. The lavender mane became more voluminous as it came down from her head; thick and waved, down to her waist. She tried to still her breathing down to normal. Any other person would have been fooled easily. But not Teela.

‘What are you afraid of?’

“Ever since I saw those people fly out of the colony… I’ve feared for our lives and the lives of the other pilots…” She spoke in a low volume. Her voice seemed to tremble. She looked into Teela’s calm eyes. -And I can’t shake that off.-

Teela loosened her hold on Natis’ arm and moved her fingers up after Natis released her own elbow. Higher and higher came her hand; high, until she placed her hand on the girl’s head in such a way that half of her fingers were covered by lavender hair, her lower palm rested on the girl’s cheek, and she covered the girl’s ear with her hand. The position allowed her thumb to move freely to the inner corner of Natis’ left eye. Carefully, she moved the finger from one side of the eye to the other, applying gentle pressure to the lower rim of the eye to catch the salty water that had gathered there. Once out of the eye, she continued until she felt the wetness touch her palm when her thumb came to rest.

‘Don’t give in to your fears. Face them.’

-I would have to…- Natis almost imperceptibly cast her gaze down. -…even if I were still afraid.-

Teela lifted the girl’s slowly lowering head up so that their eyes met. ‘Exactly my point.’ She gave her a very small supportive smile that faded when the other girl smiled back.

Without giving it a second thought, Natis raised her hand to Teela and held it in the same position the other girl’s hand was in. -You can think of this… as an extension of our elbow-holding.- She smiled, her rising cheek slightly lifting up Teela’s hand. The sound of the other Pilots beginning to exit the dock shook them from their good-bye. Teela stepped into Ernn Laties, Natis boarded GIS. And battle commenced.

“Victim sighted in area Green 3!!”

With a slash of Tellia Kallisto’s sword, Daras destroyed the final Victim.

And then occured a nightmare.

The Victim’s last shot went near GIS. That was what Teela assumed; it was the only way she could explain it. She turned just in time to see a smudge of lavender floating in space. Her eyes widened slightly.

‘Natis!’

For the first time she could think of, she was slow to react. “Natis!!” She stretched Ernn Laties’ hand out as far as she could…

“Watch out, Pilots!! Another Victim… It just fired wildly!!!”

One shot got Ernn Laties in the side. Teela cringed but didn’t bring back the Ingrid’s hand. The other shot nearly damaged White Ingrid’s hand. It was a direct hit: the Victim’s shot got to the girl floating in space.

Out of a huge box burst a large blaster which Eeva Leena grasped. Pinoy aimed…

“Fire!!”

At the command from the Pilot of Ernn Laties, the Victim was shot. White Ingrid deilvered the Goddess’ Verdict.

“All Victim destroyed. … Casualties: …1.”

Steps echoed in the dimly lit room with a large window. His grey and orange Pilot uniform looked dull in the lighting, as well as her pale violet and white one. He didn’t stop walking until he was beside her, looking out into space.

“Reality still hasn’t hit me fully,” Daras said. “But… I still feel… empty.”

He looked at her as if expecting her to say something, which she didn’t.

“Damn it… She’s really…”

‘Just say it, for your own sake, Daras Kumsel.’ Oh how she would miss the silence.

“…dead.” Again he paused in hopes of receiving a reply. He shook his head and wore a tired smile. “Y’know… She told me that you were more than just quiet. That you were just very personal. And… that you may as well be related.” He corrected himself, “May as well have been related.” He waited again, this time letting the silence be longer than the previous ones.

“So… I guess now you need another Repairer…”

“I want no other.”

He looked at the ever-serene face of Teela Zain Elmes and nodded once in agreement. There could be no other like Natis Janct. And there would be none. He was glad for that. He had thought himself selfish for hoping that Teela would never have another Repairer to take Natis’ place.

Turning to the stars, he smiled again.

“Damn am I glad to hear you say that. … She can stay alive in that sense.” He sighed. “Nobody’s like Natis. Everyone’ll miss her.”

“But… all will recover.”

“Mhm. … Life is… so brief… I just realized.”

Teela nodded.

“Yes… It is… But…

“What is a shooting star, after all?”

AN:
I have this theory about Teela and why she’s so mysterious and the like… I’m cooking up (so to speak) another MK fic… (I really shouldn’t say this ’til I’ve watched the whole series, but…) “The theory” will be better explained there… If I don’t ever post it and you’d actually want to hear it, just e-mail me. Review, please? ^^

The Goddess Tokimi 2002-05-15 . chapter 1 I want more. Make more chapters, it's good! :D Get Teela somehow to put Natis' spirit in the Ernn Laties. [report review for abuse] Chevira Lowe 2002-05-13 . chapter 1 WHY DOESN'T THIS HAVE MORE REVIEWS?!?! DOES EVERYTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE HAVE TO CENTER AROUND HIEAD AND ZERO!?!?!?!?!? *calms down slightly* This was *such* a good, well written, excellent, superb, supreme, wonderful, PERFECT ficcie, and it was just SO good, I loved it, loved the ending line, loved the whole story, it was so good! *shakes head* I still don't believe this doesn't have more reviews, just goes to show yah that the best fics never get the credit they deserve! *goes off mumbling about idiots and how they don't know good fics when they jump up and bite them in the *** It was VERY good, I'll never look at Teela the same way again... [report review for abuse] raven 2002-05-04 . chapter 1 i was hesitant to read this at start but i really loved it. the way things went along and the repeat of the saying came at all the right times. if only it had been longer, but, what is a shooting star after all? [report review for abuse] Li Kayun 2002-04-03 . chapter 1 Oh pretty story and told so beautifully, like weaving! But...I do believe Yukiru-sama lets on a little more for Teela just than being a candidate. ^^ I think, she has a greater connection with the goddesses than just that. Interesting... [report review for abuse] AnimeQueen 2002-04-03 . chapter 1 Hey ^_^ Nice fic. I liked it a lot. ::winks:: Oh and about the episode on "Partner" that you missed, it was ok. So you didn't miss much. The only things that happened was that Zero took his test in that vertual test thing, whatever its called. The thing that Hiead went into for his test. Zero did very good, destroyed the two vertual Victoms. Though during his battle, the instructor, for humor I guess, said "Hey #88, did you ever...get over your zero gravity phobea of yours??" And of course after that, Zero became sick (he did overcome it though and killed the victoms) and then after he left. Kizna (however ya say her name) said it was her responsibility to help him overcome it. So, she ::starts to laugh:: put him and herself in space suits and brought them onto the top of G.O.A. in space. It was funny, but then they start to bond a bit, gettig to know each other better (if u ask me i thought they were flirting w/ each other but...) and then Victom was spotted, and...thats it. Ya know I bet you didn't even need me to summarize that. I'm sorry, that wasn't even about your fanfic. Jeez, I think it'd be best if I leave now. heh ::sweatdrops:: Well anyways... You keep on writing, your fanfics are good. And I did like this one. Very kewl. Kay...::makes a grand departure:: FAREWELL!!