A/N: This is a short chapter (shorter than usual) because I’m required to have scenes 3-14 of the play I’m in memorized, like, tomorrow. Yeah.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. Me only own Talon. TALON EST LE MEIN!
Talon felt a presence in the medbay as she woke up. As she didn’t hear Aya’s voice telling her she was awake, she opened her eyes, not expecting to have Saint Walker’s face a few inches from her own. “Gah!” she yelled, “What is WRONG with you people?!”
“My apologies, Child. I was unsure whether you were awakening or having nightmares. I assumed if you had nightmares it would be kind to awaken you.”
“Well,” Talon replied, clutching her heart, “I’m definitely awake now.”
“Good.” The alien turned to leave.
“Hey wait!” Talon called, “You’re going to nearly give me q heart attack and thrn just leave?”
“No, Child. I’m going to alert your older brother that you have awakened.”
“Oh,” Talon said, embarrassed.
Saint Walker left, and a minute later Razer walked in. “Hey, Keomara,” he said, looking over the small girl, “You look… different.”
“As do you, Roum, and call me Talon, it’s what I’m used to.”
“Only if you call me Razer, Sister.”
There was a long and awkward silence.
“What happened to us?”
“What do you mean?”
“It used to be Ro-Ro and Keo, all the way. Now we can hardly talk to each other.”
“I guess we just grew up.”
They looked at each other in silence, and then Talon asked, “So, did anyone else escape? Where have you been for the last nine years?”
“Well, Talon, Alana and I escaped together. We thought you were dead. We wandered for two years before finding a planet in the forgotten zone. We were married at 18, as is customary in our culture. Two months later Alana was with child. I joined the Militia to keep Alana and our unborn child safe. When I returned, Alana was dead. I joined the Red Lantern Corps, and then six months ago Hal spared my life and took me prison. Technically, I’m still a prisoner, you are, too, but I’m treated as a member of the team.”
“I’m sorry about ‘Lana and the baby. I also have an important question. Why is it that every time I wake up, someone is about two inches from my face?”
“Aya doesn’t fully understand personal space, and Saint Walker genuinely likes you.”
“Glad to know someone likes me.”
“Tal, don’t be like that. Hal wants to give you a chance, Aya loves you, and Saint Walker likes you.”
“And Kilowag hates me.”
“Kilowag hates everyone.”
A/N: Sorry to cut this off, but I’ve got stuffs to do.
