Ender Game One Shots

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This is going to be based off of the beginning of Ender in Exile. I got the inspiration from the conversation Ender and Petra have(That one wear in the end they kinda just aggressively tell each other they love and care about one and other). For those of you who haven't read Ender in Exile you don't need to for this fanfic but a couple things might be a bit confusing. Just know that this is set after the war on Eros and Ender has disconnected himself from everyone because he can't go back to earth and everyone else can. (That isn't the only reason he isolated himself, just the simple version) Y/n= Your name, L/n= last name 

Enders POV 

      I pour over the photos of the aliens once again, trying to find something to explain why they let themselves die. I knew that would be the rest of my life: attempting to understand the creatures I destroyed. I was used but I let myself kill them and I would never shake the guilt. I had wiped an a whole civilization from the universe, like they were never even there. I hear a knock at the door. I wonder who it is this time. Mazer, to have a one ended conversation? Another one of my old acquaintances I hadn't seen for year, coming to say goodbye like we are still best of friends? 

     I guessed the second and I knew I was right when I opened the door to Y/n standing with one hand on her hip and fiddling with her ring on her right ring finger. I always wondered were she got that ring. Y/n was one of my toon leaders when we won the war. She and I were decently close in battle school and she was one of the people I was relived to see when I got to command school. Like everyone, I had detached myself from her after the war. 

      "Do you need anything Y/n," I say with a slight tone of annoyance. "Did you come to say goodbye, like everyone else.

      " No Ender, actually I didn't come to say goodbye because I'm not going back to Earth," Y/n says. I can tell my annoyed tone in my first sentences ticked her off a bit because her tone matches mine. 

      "Really," I ask, not quite convinced. 

      "Yes Ender, " she says sounding slightly exhausted. My brain begins to process what she had just said. Someone was stuck here too. Relief floods me and immediately feel bad for being happy she was stuck here too. "Can I come in," she says, rolling her eyes. I nod and open the door to let her in. 

     "Is there anything else you want to say, L/n" I say, cringing at how rude I sound. 

     " Yes Andrew, as a matter of fact there is," she says, aggravated "Listen, neither of us are going home and so I thought we could try and be friends. You have cut yourself off since we won and I don't blame you. It get annoying listening to people sit and talk about their brand new lives when you are still stuck here. But now neither of us are leaving so thats a good excuse to try and be friends. We are all broken from the war in different ways and I am not going to pretend to try and understand you because that would be unfair and I expect the same from you. So?"

      "I don't know," I chuckle "kinda sounds like a demanding friendship." 

      "They all are, " she smiles back "and we aren't exactly experienced in the art, but what do you think. Worth a try?"

      "Sure," I grin, shaking her hand "might I ask why you are staying here?"

      "Do you want what I am telling people or the real reason,?" she says with a small smiling. She is fidgeting with her ring again.

       "Both," I say "if thats not to much trouble." 

       "Thats what friends do," she sighs "tell each other their deepest darkest secrets." I smile and nod. "I'm telling people my parents and sister passed away while I was gone," she says quietly. 

       "And the real reason?"

      "I don't want to go home."

       "Why not," I say but I understand. Going home to a famliy after seven years isn't the same. They don't know you and you don't know them. "You just don't want to have to relearn how to be with you family?" 

      "No, I wish." Her smile drops completely and she looks down. 

      "So why not?" 

      "Because my parents aren't very good people. My mom and dad were mentally abusive and on certain occasion physically as well." 

       "Really?" She nods. "What about your sister"

       "She committed suicide she I was 10, I was only 8 when I heard" 

        "Thats terrible."

        "I know."

        "What would your parents do to you," 

        " I was able to avoid it most of the time, you know I was bred to be a military genius," she says smiling slightly. "But when I couldn't avoid it it was mostly mental. They would lock us up in small rooms together and force us to stay there without food or sleep. They would even force us to write 20 page essays on why we should have never been born." 

        I am taken aback. "Y/n, thats terrible," is all I can think to say. 

       "Better then you," she says" you cannot go home because the whole world wants to kill you, I only have 2 people out to get me" 

       "That doesn't matter, what you went through was awful," 

        "Thanks Ender." I smile and move to sit next to her. I put my arm around her and after a few minutes I feel sobs. I hold her tighter and then, after everything we had been through, I let myself cry too. We sit there, cursing the universe for doing this to us and letting ourselves rely on someone else, each other, for the first time ever. After a while Y/n stands up to leave. "I didn't intend on this visit going this well," she smiles. " thank you," 

      "Anytime." 

      "Ender?" 

       "Yes."

        "I'm glad we are friends."

         "Me too."