Mechanical Love

A Good deed

Alex Fairway was a girl of few words in public.

But to her friends, like Raf; who had been in the same high school classes as she, had talked animatedly with. She was one who enjoyed laughter and anything that involved anime. Though she kept to her self most of the time, she stuck to her guns, you might say.

But once Raf gone, she had no one else. Alex stayed in the background. Rarely noticed. Delt with the continueous bullying from past enemies in highschool.

So when Alex was walking in the early morning light, she never expected to find a guy a few years older than she. Lying in the side walk. Her saving-people-thing, kicking into gear, quickly went to his side to check his pulse.

Finding that it was strong, she quickly check him for injuries. Finding none, but he did seem pale to her. So, with a sigh, Alex hefted the male into a fire-mans hold, and headed back to her home, knowing that her mother would be gone for the whole week.

It wasn't a large home by any standards, but it wasn't quite small either. With it's olive green paint and pristine yard, Alex rarely  felt at home here. Only with in her room, did she feel truely at home and safe.

It was a small ordeal getting him into the house, but some how she was able to maneuver him a bit, so she was able to open the door. Quickly getting in side, she kicked said door shut and half carried, half drug him to her room, which happened to be in the attic.

Eventually Alex was able to get the man up the stairs to her room. She took off his hoodie, and cowboy boots to make him more comfortable; after she had laid him down on her bed. With a sigh she went to call in her absence and asked to pick up make up work when she next came into school.

Alex began to berate herself for taking a stranger into her home. She took this time to get a good look at him. He was tall defiantly over at six feet. His hair was long. almost as long, if not longer than her own! But it was in a neat pony tail at the base of his neck. It was a very pretty shade of raven black with it's blue tint. His body alone was drool worthy! He was defiantly NOT a local.

But he needed help! Her hero complex stated.

He could be a serial killer too! Her realist side retorted.

Rubbing her temples at the up coming head ache, left the room in search of pain medication, in hopes to relieve the pain of the tap dancing elephants that had suddenly invading her mind.

Little did she know that as she left, Alex's guest had begon to stir...

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He had felt like something had hit him over the head. But he couldn't remember what. Slowly opening his eyes, the man looked about his surroundings. It was a home. Mainly by a woman if the fuzzy bed cover was anything to go by.

He saw drawings of many different things. The artist seemed to be of the creative sort of person. He sat his head in his hands trying to remember what happened. But for the life of him he couldn't.

All he could do was remember his name.

Orion Pax.

With a sigh he began to think if there was anything else to go by. But he couldn't remember! Orion was truly beginning to think that what ever deity he had adhered to, was screwing with him for kicks.

So he mumbled. "This is so fragged up it not funny..."

"You like Transformers?"

Orion lifted his head in surprise at the female voice. His eyes quickly met the cyan blue eyes of the woman in front of him. She had crimson hair that flowed in soft waves down to her waist. She carried a small tray of food, along with a book. She had on a t-shirt that read: "I embody all that is wrong in your fandom."