A loner stranded in a wheelchair. A fake who couldn't save himself. A miracle that changed us both. I hated you for years. I guess I just didn't know how much I missed you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who's that?" I gestured across the green to a tall, muscular boy leaning on a tree. His eyes were trained on me. "Him? That's Lotor. Weird name, huh? Steer clear- he used to have his eyes on someone else, but look- I think he's got the hots for you now. He won't stop trying for you if he does." Lance narrowed his eyes, pushing my chair away from him. "Oh. Okay."