It's a story. Not a one shot! I'm tired of them, so I am making a bunch of stories. But then I'll be working hard to update them all…oh well. I've found out that I can't write during the day, staring at a word document for 20 mins around noon EST and I can't get anything. So now it's 10:00(EST) and I can write again! But don't let me keep you…Read on!

Deryn lay there on the spine of the Leviathan, as the sun was setting. She was the only one topside, and it felt good, so isolated and peaceful .There was a creaking, squeaky sound as a porthole to the spine opened up.

"Dylan!" Alek yelled. Did he really have to come bug her now she thought, while she felt free and was feeling the wind?

"Dylan? Are you okay?" The hint of worry from his words was enough to rouse her from her day dream. He did care…for Dylan! She thought, disgusted at her inability to tell him.

"Yes, Alek. Thanks for umm…checking?" She managed to stammer out a finish, as the situation got awkward.

Alek walked over to join her. He lay down beside her, not realizing that by touching side to side with her, he was giving Deryn another "Tingly Sensation".

"Dylan, did you hear, we're going to set down in Japan tomorrow morning!"

"Is that so? Any more news?"

"No, Mr. Sharp. I only know what you know." Alek says, playing with the sneer the count and Bovril use.

"Why do you say it like that?" Deryn said annoyed, swinging her hand around to cuff Alek on the side of the head.

"Hey!"Alek swings back playfully.

"Oh no you don't!" Deryn pushes him around, eventually pinning him down. She gazes into his deep green eyes, with a playful mask hiding a deep, long despair over the loss of his parents. Alek manages to push her off, using his male strength as an advantage over her.

"Dylan, you're so much lighter than I would've thought. Also softer…"Alek says, wondering why.

"Shut up, Mr. Barking Prince. I've got to go."

"But Dylan you won't be on duty until…" He is cut off when Dylan climbs down the porthole and slams it.

"How rude!" Alek says, to nobody other than himself. Dylan's sudden irritability is appalling; Alek had only pointed out the obvious and made a suggestion. Oh, was that not friendly behavior? Now that he thought about it, he regrets saying that, it was ruder than Dylan's exit.

It's really bad. Don't remind me, I already know. Usually my first chapter's are so long and great, but this was short and awkward. This is going to be a slower fic than my other two, 'Will Alek make it?' and 'Frozen Secrets'. In that respect I mean longer and with more filler.