Animorphs 2.0

The Voyage

A/N: Hey, so this may be a bit confusing, but I wrote this part before most of my fanfic, and i couldn't change it to fit it in here. It's about Tobias going to the Andalite homeworld to meet his grandparents. It's written from the point of view of the Tobias from the series (one who hasn't met his father), but I mostly left it like this since it would be waaay to hard to have Tobias explain how he exists AND that he's from a different world at the same time, so I decided to leave it like this. Hope you like it and don't find it too confusing.  

It wasn't long after the war. I'd spent hours wrestling with the decision I faced every day. Rachel continuously pushed me to join her, to become fully human to be with her. I know she says this because she loves me and I love her too but I still wasn't sure I could make the transition. For so long, I thought of my body as that of a hawk, for that was what it was and I'd come to accept it. Of course there were many times when I enjoyed being human. When walking on the beach with Rachel, holding hands, for example, or when kissing her. Both are things I couldn't do as a hawk, but the decision still plagued me. The others never understood. They would always be able to morph, even if there was no more war. For me, if I became human, I'd be giving that up forever, never to fly again. I wasn't ready to give up my wings. I still wasn't used to walking all the time. Going human permanently? That would be very hard. I still wrestled with my decision every time it was brought up.

I wasn't always a hawk, though. I spent the better part of my days with Rachel, demorphing and remorphing when necessary. One day, when walking with Rachel, we passed by Jake's house. He and Tom were shooting hoops in the driveway, laughing and joking around. Tom pushed Jake out of the way to take a shot and scored. Jake fell back and after celebrating his victory, Tom helped him up and brushed him off. They were both still laughing.

"I always was better than you." Said Tom triumphantly.

"Oh yeah, well how about this!" Jake replied, aiming a punch at Tom's stomach. In a few minutes, Tom had Jake in a headlock and was giving him a massive noogie, while Jake pleaded for mercy. "That enough for you, Midget?" Tom laughed a fake evil laugh.

In the middle of this happening, Rachel decided to step in. Until this point we had been standing by the sidewalk, enjoying the brotherly atmosphere. I guess at this point Rachel decided she should intervene.

"Hey Cuz," she said, walking up to them. I followed closely behind her. "How ya doin'?"

Both her cousins stopped their fighting and looked at Rachel then at each other. "Which one of us are you talking to?" Tom asked.

"I think it's obvious she's talking to me." Jake replied. "We both know she likes me better than you."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that Jake. I remember a few times when I was pretty ticked off at you, O Fearless Leader. I'm pretty sure I would've liked Tom to lead us instead of you."

All of a sudden, a look of anguish came across Tom's face. He stumbled backwards, visibly weakened by something.

Jake immediately was there to help him up. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern. Tom shook his head. He sank down to the ground and began to cry. Both Jake and Rachel bent down to him and started talking to him soothingly. I came closer as well, but stayed standing and just put a hand on Rachel's back to tell her I was there. Tom was muttering to himself as he rocked back and forth on the ground.

Finally he looked up into Jake's face. For a long time no one said anything at all. Then Tom uttered two words, "I'm sorry." Immediately, Jake understood what he meant and looked like he was about to cry himself.