part5

"That's the last box," said one of the guys from the movers company. "All I need now is your signature right here," he said and pointed at the line on the paper.

"Are you sure that's the last of it?" Miranda asked the man while signing the paper.

"Yes it is. Well for today anyway. Your cars will be delivered tomorrow along with the technical stuff for the club and it might take some time"

"That's ok, I'm sure I�ll find something to keep myself busy till then," Miranda said and looked around in the apartment that was full of boxes that she had to unpack.

"Alright, we have to get going, come on guys, time to move," he shouted to the rest of the guys and so one by one they left the apartment.

When the movers had gone, Miranda looked around her new apartment. She leaned against the closed front door behind her and sighed.

For the past week the movers had been coming around delivering the furniture she brought along with the new stereos, the TV set, the computers and the kitchen ware, hell it never seemed like it would ever end. Thank good for powers.

Miranda walked over to the kitchen. She opened a box with the kitchen ware and started putting the first cups into place�

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Finally, the last pillow was in place. Miranda looked around her new bedroom. The king-sized bed with iron frame was in the middle of the room with a crimson red bedspread on top and with a couple of pillows in different shapes spread all over.

There were some plants in the windows. The curtains were in a grayish shape of black, it made her room seem both soft and dark at the same time.

Maybe she made it look like this so she wouldn't have to deal with her feelings, maybe it just simonized her personality, maybe her secrets. She didn't know and she didn't care.

She'd been working all day transforming the apartment into a comfortable home.

Her home.

Only it didn't quite feel like it, something was missing. She opened the small box that had "personal" written on it. Miranda started picking up frames, photo albums and a small box. She put the frames on a shelf in her bookcase. Pictures of her friends and her grandparents were put on the top shelf.

Some of her favorite books like, "The breath of Scandall" by Susan Brown and "Lucky" by Jackie Collins along with a few other books were spread around on a couple of shelf's along with a jewelry box.

A couple of candlesticks, her essence oils and a picture of her along with the "Tomcats" as she called them were placed on the wall, above her stereo in the corner.

"Tomcats" was written across the picture and on the picture was her circled by her 5 "big brother". Two of them were pilots, Cooper and Tac, who were standing on her left.

Cooper was a "by the book" pilot while Tac was a smartass who flew on guts and her father hated him literary.

Gary, the mechanic and her "real" father figure was on her right while Diamond and Cage, a couple of junior pilots were standing behind her with one arm each around her waist.

They were the ones she found hardest to leave behind two years ago. She sent them letters now and then, so that they wouldn't get worried about her. She didn't care to send any letters to her parents, she was more then sure that Gary would tell her father anyway.

The hardest thing she ever had to do was to leave Tac. He was her first love, and he knew everything about her. "Everything," and he still loved her, even when she told him she was leaving. Ok, he was pissed but he understood anyway, he knew she wouldn't rest until she got some answers.

Miranda's eyes wandered over to the phone.

'Should I?' she thought herself 'I mean, when I left I did say that he was free�didn't I? I bet that Trish (a blond bimbo waitress) would have been more then happy to be his shoulder to cry on'.

Miranda looked at the phone again.

'Maybe I�ll just call Gary. He would fill her in on the latest news of what's been going on back home, he always did back home' she shook the thought out of her head 'stop it, this is your home now, besides that never was�oh for the love of god, just call him' she told herself and picked up the phone. She pushed the numbers and waited. After the second ring, she felt her palm sweet. 'No, I can't do this' she thought. And just as she was about to put the phone down, somebody answered�

"Whoever this is, it better be good," Miranda heard a voice say but she didn't answer, she couldn't for some reason.

"Coop is that you, cause if it is, I�ll shove my fist so far up your ass you wouldn't be able to sit for a week," he growled into the phone. A smile spread across her face, god she loved him when he was pissed. That meant that he would soon roll his eyes and scratch himself behind his ear.

"Hello, this isn't funny anymore. You've got about three seconds before I hang up, so what's it going to be?" she heard him say, god she missed him.

"Fine, have it your way," he said.

"Tac," was all she said, she couldn't for some reason say another word.

"You haven't called in six months," he said coldly.

"I've been busy," Miranda answered.

"So, where are you now?"

"Roswell, New Mexico"

"Home of the aliens. Why am I not surprised?" he said as a joke.

"So, how are things up there? How's Gary?" she said trying her best to sound relaxed as possible "I read in the news paper that�"

"I miss you," he said cutting her of.

"Too," was all she could bring herself to say. She missed him so much. She wanted to be in his arms, never having to worry about anything. He was her safe but also her passion.

"Have you found what you've been looking for?" he asked.

"Almost there," she answered. "So how's everything with Trish?" 'Just let me have it,' she thought to herself as she asked him.

"You should know better by now, then to ask stupid questions, Miranda"

"Yea well, you know me, always asking the stupid questions," she threw back at him.

"I love you," he said after a while. Miranda became quiet and took a breath.

"Make me fly," she simply said. It was an expression she and Tac used back home.

"I�ll never stop"

"Tell everyone that I'm ok"

"Forever," he said and with that he hung up.

After having hung up the phone, Miranda opened the small box and took out an oval rock with a symbol on it. It was one of the things that had literally screwed up her life�the orb�Her orb.

****FLASHBACK****

As soon as the last guests had gone, Miranda ran to her room without a word. She heard her mother calling her name a couple of times but she didn't dare to turn around, fearing that if she did, she would break down in front of her mother.

Her door was shut with a bang and when she had made sure it was locked, Miranda started sobbing. Her body twitched fiercely as she tried to hold back her tears and muffle her cries. She wouldn't allow herself to break down�not here.

So instead, she did the only thing she could do to prevent it. Miranda yanked open her closet, she grabbed a suitcase from under her bed and started throwing her clothes in it, filling the suitcase till she almost couldn't close it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing Miranda to jump a little, but she didn't answer.

"Miranda, open the door," she heard her father say.

She wiped away her tears and brushed her hair from her face. She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing her looking like a mess. She waved her hand over the door lock and went back to her packing.

Her father entered the room without a word. She didn't even look at him, she just kept packing. Getting out of here was all she wanted right now. She felt her fathers� eyes looking at her as she paced back and forth getting cloths from the closet.

He finally moved. He pulled out of a rock from a box that he was holding.

"I found this last time I was in the office," he said and handed her the box. After taking a few deep breaths, she reached out and took the orb from his hand.

"What is this?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I think it's yours cause, it was found near your ship. I thought you should have it," he father said, only it wasn't a father speaking to his daughter, it was an admiral addressing one of his lieutenants.

"Thanks," she said and put it in her bag, not giving the orb a thought. She just wanted to leave.

Miranda grabbed her stuff and started to leave.

"I�ll have someone come by and pick up the rest of my stuff," she said coldly.

Her father was almost surprised to see her this determined. The thought of her leaving, was just something she said in the heat of the moment, but now he wasn't sure anymore.

"Miranda, where are you going?" he asked.

"Anywhere but here?"

"Can't we talk about this?" he tried to reason with her.

"No dad, we've said everything we had to say. We came to the conclusion that I wasn't just adopted, but I am an alien. The one that crashed in 1947 no less, oh with alien powers too," she spat sarcastically at him.

"Miranda, you can't leave. Don't be ridiculous," her father argued.

"Oh and why not?"

"Because, you are a sixteen years old�"

"�Alien" she finished for him.

"What are you going to do for money?" he asked.

"I don't care"

"Well, I do. No daughter of mine is going to live like a homeless person," he said angry.

"Fine, you care cause I don't," Miranda said back.

"What about your mother?"

"What about her?"

"Well, don't you know what this will do to her?"

"Oh, spare me the lecture Dad. Mom cares more about being the social butterfly, then about me," Miranda said trying not to yell.

"That's not true," he answered.

"Yeah ok, listen Dad, I don't want to get into another fight with you. I'm just gonna leave"

"Miranda, please. Isn't there something I can do to fix this?"

"No Dad," she said harshly "you lied to me, my own father. You lied to me about the most important fact of my life. You knew all this time and still you let me carry this burden by myself�so no dad, there is nothing you can do to fix this," she snapped at him.

"I'm so sorry Miranda," he said.

"Yea, well not as sorry as I am," she said and left the only family she ever knew.

****END OF FLASHBACK****

"Not as sorry as I am dad," she said as she returned back to the present.

"Not even close"

TBC

Part 5