A/N: My first attempt at a Storm Hawks fic...try to be nice

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot...dang

Chapter 1

Alone.

So alone.

She could hardly remember a time when loneliness wasn't all she'd ever known. She'd had friends once, but it was so very long ago. Once, her heart had been whole. She had loved a boy once, a boy who was more of a man than any man twice his age. But he was gone now and the only thing that prevented her from forgetting him forever was the diamond necklace she always wore, a few old, slightly fuzzy, pictures, and a musical locket that she also always wore, but never let anybody see. She kept them in a little box. When the loneliness would become too much she would pull out the box and try to remember all the good times and fun she had had with her friends.

One was of them sitting on their skimmers, grinning.

The next was an official squadron photo, all of them in full armour, standing beside the Condor.

The third picture was of them laughing as they had a pillow fight.

The fourth and fifth pictures were from a trip they had taken to Tropica. One was of her pushing her blonde haired squademate into the water during a game of chicken, while the other was of her sitting in the lap of the red haired squadron leader eating his ice cream while he had one arm around her waist and an angry expression on his face, though his emerald green eyes were laughing. In both pictures she was wearing a navy blue bikini with orange edging, orange ties and an orange flower on the left side of the top.

The last picture in the box was one she cherished and loved, but sometimes it only made her lonelier. It was a picture from a Christmas party they had had many years ago. Someone had put mistletoe up and she hadn't seen it until her squadron leader had pointed it out … and he had only noticed it because he was standing under it with her! They had kissed and quickly pulled away, both of them blushing madly. And that was what the last picture was … them kissing and both blushing enough to rival his hair.

She sat on her bed, staring at the last picture. She was still as a statue and didn't move even when a tear rolled down her cheek and dropped onto the picture below.