When the ocean meets fire

~~~~~~~~~~~~Realisation~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lalalalala... oh hello there! I just thought that things were a bit depressing at the moment in the story, and they are because Taz and Up aren't together! I did want to get across the changes in personality of the two of them, so I made the last few really sad :(. Taz and Up are still sad, but I think that it needs some cheering up (no pun intended), so I can always go back in time, with the wonderful magic of writing ( actually waved my hands after I typed that). Anyway, I've been rambling on for quite enough, so go read my chapter! And after that, read 'A Nightingale in the Circus' ! Go on now... go on!

Thank you s much for reading

ThoseSunsetEyes

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Why did he have to be so dead-god damn weak?

Up could hardly see through his tears as he limped back to his room, and when he reached the door, he nearly fell against the grey frame and tumbled across his room once he’d tapped in his lock-code, and collapsed onto his bed. So this was what his life was reduced to now: a couple of horrid rumours which people laughed in his face about without even caring about what his reaction would be because he wouldn’t even be able to hurt a fly. Pathetic- just pathetic.

Literally, the two sides of him fought against each other mentally: his new mind bawling and whimpering at the thought of what they’d said back in the mess-hall, and his old self cursing him for not doing something, for not standing up to such childish comments, for being so weak, so pathetic, so... he knew that Taz would be able to think of a dozen more words that were much more insulting if she saw him like this.

Taz. The only thing that could ever cheer him up, though she would probably punch him in the face for being so weak. He smiled as he thought about her, but this resulted in more tears and fights between both parts if his mind. He hadn’t cried like this, like such a baby, since... well he guessed that it would’ve had to be when he actually was a baby. If only Taz was here then... no, he couldn’t think like that; he knew he’d done what was best sending her on the mission, and he couldn’t go back to that personal debate again. He just needed to concentrate on thinking about when she was there, not the fact that she wasn’t there now.

“Dead-god Up! Concentrate!” he intended to shout at himself but it yet again came out a murmur. He pressed his fingers to his temples in an attempt to clear his thoughts, but the absence of her was just too overwhelming.

Up didn’t know how long he’d been lying on his bed, willing himself not to think about what had just happened in the mess-hall, when he slipped into something he thought was in between a dream and a vision.

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It was exactly three years after they'd met when he realised. They'd just got back from a mission (Up noted that it was probably the last before the start of the robot wars), and the crew were going to celebrate the start of their entitled leave by having a party in the mess-hall. Up didn't follow them though. He knew what day it was, and he'd seen the look in Taz's eyes as she'd dashed off the ship as soon as they'd landed. He walked off towards her room despite calls from his fellow crew members and the fact that his stomach was crying out for food, and turned it into a jog when he was two turnings from her room.

"Taz?" he called quietly, but firmly enough for her to take him seriously. She didn't answer or open the door, but he had to be with her today; he'd promised himself that he'd protect her forever. He typed in the combination that only the two of them knew, and cautiously turned the handle, tapping on the door as it creaked forward to let her know he was coming in. He knew she would be in here, but he couldn't help the slight doubt creeping into his head when he couldn't see or hear her. However, once his eyes adjusted to the dark in the room that came from the closed curtains and black-out blinds, they settled on a small figure curled up in the window seat. He sighed and walked over to it slowly, then sat down next to it. It wasn't until it turned to face him that he could really determine who it was in the dusk-like atmosphere of her room.