When Tip woke up, it was to thunder and storm. And, well, a quite desperate, yellow Boov in the driver's seat. "What's going on?" Tip asked, immediately awake and alert. It was clearly morning, but up in the sky it was dark and hard to see out of the windows.

"A storm," Oh answered. He was hyperventilating, and his voice was strained and tired, as if he'd been awake the whole night. Considering the fact that the drizzle had turned into a full-blown tornado –it felt like that, at least, with them being in the middle of the whole thing- it wasn't a far-fetched thought. "We were to losing Grape Escape hours ago," he forced out through clenched teeth as he spun the wheel desperately to avoid… was that a rock?

Panic spiked through Tip and she jumped into the front seat. They'd lost Grape Escape, Oh seemed to have been driving for a while without getting out of the storm, there was probably no service up here, it being in the clouds and all, and flying above said clouds was probably not safe. Oh was smart, if it were safe, he would've already done it. "How long has it been going on!?"

"Hours," Oh bit out. The yellow color on his skin was gradually becoming paler and paler by the minute, but Tip didn't think that he was feeling less scared.

"Why didn't you wake me up!?"

"I was not wanting to worrying you," came his answer, and Tip chose not to comment.

"Can we do something at all?" she asked, calming a little down now. "Should I take the wheel?"

Before Oh could answer, something hit the car and he gave a small, muffled cry. He seemed to have even more problems controlling now. Tip climbed over to the backseat and looked out of the window, trying to locate why. What she saw caused her to give a shrill gasp. "We've lost Tangerine Twist!" she called, and Oh whimpered.

"If we lose Busta Lime I cannot control!" He all but yelled the words as he desperately tried to keep the Slushious flying in a more or less straight line. It didn't work, but instead of turning more yellow, his skin paled further.

Tip jumped back into the front seat and fought the urge to scream when another object hit the car. There goes Busta Lime, we're doomed!

Oh's skin turned white and he fainted. "Oh!" Tip cried, but to no vain- he couldn't hear her. As the car begun its journey towards the ground, Tip reached across the seats and fastened Oh's seatbelt. She barely had the time to fasten her own before the Slushious crashed into the ground, spun around, hit a rock and then stopped.

She took a moment to breathe. She survived. She must have been the first human ever to survive a car falling from the sky. She was probably the first human to fall from the sky in a car, too. A nervous laughter bubbled out of her as she realized that they wouldn't be able to save the Slushious- Oh was unconscious and there was no way in hell that she would walk outside in a storm. At least inside of the car, she was safe.

But what about mom? Now she would never make it to Australia- out of what she saw they'd crashed on one of the things floating in the air! Without a very, very long ladder, they wouldn't even make it down from here! What was she going to do? Tip began hyperventilating.

Pig meowed loudly and pawed at Oh's arm, which caused Tip to calm down a little. "Oh no," she whispered and unfastened Oh's seatbelt. One step at a time, Tip, one step at a time, you can care about mom later, Oh needs your attention now-

With some trouble, Tip managed to dump Oh into the backseat. There she hurried to check if he was breathing –he was- and was about to check his pulse when she realized that for all she knew, he didn't have one. She sat back on her heels and focused on taking deep breaths. "He's not dead," Tip whispered to herself. "He's not dead, Tip, he's not dead, he's breathing, he's not dead."

Tip sat beside Oh for a few minutes before anything happened. She didn't notice it right away, since the change came so gradually, but his skin was slowly getting back its purple color. It immediately filled her with relief and hope, but she told herself sternly that she still didn't know what had happened. It could be more dangerous than she thought.

Around an hour after he fainted, Oh blinked, revealing cloudy, blue eyes. "Oh!" Tip cried. She wanted to throw her arms around him but restrained herself. Maybe touching him right now wasn't exactly the best idea. "Are you okay?"

Oh blinked a few times before the haze in his gaze lightened. "Yes, I am thinking so," he croaked out.

Tip helped him sit up. "What happened?" she asked. She had to know- if she didn't she couldn't stop it from happening again.

"When Boov feels for long times," Oh said and took the bottle of water she gave him. "It is too much of color pigmenting in the veins. It is causing us to fainting."

"So it's like, if too much blood rushes to the head of a human?" Tip was about to ask if it was dangerous now, after it had happened, but before she could Oh answered her first question.

"Probably," Oh shrugged. Then he lit up. "Look," he said happily. "The storm is over!" His face scrunched up in confusion. "But we are standing still…" Now his face fell. "The Slushious, it is being broken?"

Tip nodded silently. "Do you think you could fix it?" she asked hopefully.

Oh thought about it for a short while. "What does I have to working with?" He turned around and looked out of the window.

"We crashed on one of these floating islands, I think. There's no buildings nearby."

Oh frowned and opened the door. "I am to seeing what I can do," he told her. "But I cannot be giving promises."

Tip followed him out of the door and looked around. "Will you be okay on your own?" she asked.

"What does you mean?"

"I'm thinking about seeing if I can find any food," Tip explained and took Pig in her arms. "Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes," Oh said. "Good lucky!" He walked around the car to inspect the slush machines they'd been using as fuel. He said something in a different language, and Tip could've bet money on that it was a swear word in Boovspeak.

"Come on, Pig," she said to the cat. "Let's go hunting." He meowed mournfully, as if he liked the idea of staying in the car better than going out into the forest, but Tip ignored him. No way was she walking alone.

One and a half hour later Tip returned to the crash place. In her arms, she held different berries, some fruits, mushrooms that she could recognize, and some plants she was fairly sure were safe to eat.

The car was a mess. There was oil on the grass, and both small and large mechanical parts were scattered across the place. Tip didn't know much about cars, she was just a thirteen year old girl without any interest for the vehicles after all, but she was fairly sure that that was the motor laying in front of her feet. "Oh, I really hope you know what you're doing," she muttered quietly and walked over to the car. Oh's legs were sticking out of where the motor was supposed to be. "Hey Oh, are you okay?" Tip asked when she got close enough.

Oh started, apparently, and he let out a muffled string of words. "I don't understand what you're saying, Oh," Tip said with a smile. "Are you stuck?" The words seemed positive, but she couldn't be sure. She giggled. "Move this foot if you're stuck," she said and bumped her elbow into one of his feet. He moved the foot and Tip snorted. "Move it again if you want help." The foot begun waving around wildly and Tip had some problems with containing her laughter. The words that came from the car seemed frustrated. "Hold on, Oh, I'll get you out, just wait two seconds."

With that, Tip hurried to put the food into the backseat of the car. As she was about to pull Oh out of the hood, she thought of a better idea and fished her phone out of her pocket. After snapping a photo of Oh's legs sticking comically out of the car, she frowned. The battery was running frighteningly low. It wouldn't live much longer without being charged. She turned it off, put it into her backpack and made a mental note to ask Oh if he could fix a charger in the car.

Tip reached down into the hood and grabbed hold of Oh before hoisting him out of the insides of the car. "You okay?" she asked. "I mean, besides all the grime and… stuff… on your face." In fact, his right cheek was almost completely black because of the dirt, oil and whatnot that was in the hood of a car.

"Yes, thanking you," he said. "Grime?" Tip made a vague gesture towards his face and he touched his cheek. His fingers came back dark. "Oh, not to worry, it will be going away soon."

"If you say so," Tip shrugged. "Do you think you can fix the Slushious?"

Oh sighed. "Yes, but not for a long time, not with lacking the things I am needing."

Tip tried to decipher what he'd said, but she ended up frowning. "Do you mean that it won't be able to fly for long amounts of time?"

"Yes," Oh said.

"Oh, alright then. How long time will it take to fix it?" she asked worriedly. She hoped it wouldn't take that long time, mom was just outside of her reach! So close, yet so far away…

"Days, in least," Oh said. "I will to be fast, Tip, I promising."

"Okay," Tip muttered, taking a step back and looking at the landscape. Forest and trees, bushes and plants surrounded them. Good, that would make fine materials to create shelter for the nights to come. "I'll see to create a lean-to, a fireplace, find a stream and fetch some water, probably get some fore food…" she trailed off and turned 360 degrees. When she faced Oh again, he was staring at her in wonder. "What?"

"How does you know these things?" he asked.

Tip blinked in confusion. "Things about surviving? It's basic knowledge to know how to live here, at least for most people."

Oh opened his mouth as if to reply, but he closed it again, blinked a few times and shook his head. Without another word, he turned around to continue pulling the car apart.

Tip was cradling a wooden bowl between her hands. The wood was warm and inviting, but she wasn't eating the soup-like food she'd made for supper. She was way too busy staring at the stars. Right, so she was actually supposed to go to bed so that she could get up early tomorrow and find more food, gather more wood, fetch more water… but right now, she just wanted to relax in the moment, relax in the starlight with the crackling sound of burning fire and the mechanical clank that came every now and then. Tip blinked when she noticed that the sound of Oh's quiet muttering and the said mechanical clanking was absent.

She looked down and turned her head. Oh was staring at her, his mouth open just a tiny bit and his skin pink. Tip smiled lightly. The color fit him nicely. "Come on," she said and nodded her head. "Come sit with me."

The pink color dimmed somewhat and Tip's smile slipped. What had she said wrong? Pink was a happy color, right? What did it even mean? Oh frowned in confusion and looked over at the car, then at her, then at the car, and then at her again. "But… the car?"

"Relax Oh, my mom won't go anywhere if you take a ten minute long break." Oh carefully put the piece of car he was holding down on the ground, before walking over to the fire and sitting down next to her.

Tip tipped her head backwards and looked at the stars again. "Your name," she said. "What does it mean?"

The starry night sky was filling her vision, so she wasn't able to see Oh's face when he answered. "I cannot remembering my name."

"What? But your name's Oh," Tip said and looked at him in confusion. He had picked up a twig from the ground; it was a few inches long, and had small thorns spread across the bark. He was fingering with it nervously. "I-," He opened his mouth and closed it again, frowning and turning light blue. "I was not being born like Oh."

"You mean that you were given another name?"

"I- yes."

"How could you forget it?" Tip wondered and plucked the twig from his fingers, snapping it in two and giving him one of the pieces. Oh gave her a puzzled look but didn't say anything on it.

"Boov are always saying 'oh' when they are seeing me," he tried to explain. "I was calling myself that after a while, and they…"

"They rolled with it?"

"Yes…"

Tip put her part of the twig into her pocket and looked at the sky again. A comfortable silence lasted a few moments before Oh spoke up. "Tip," he said suddenly. "What is it meaning?"

"My name?"

"Yes."

Tip looked at Oh. He wasn't looking at her and she didn't know what to feel. It was almost… too personal to tell him. But it was just… it was just a name, how hard was it supposed to be? They'd had serious talks underneath the stars before. This wasn't different. It wasn't supposed to be different.

But it was.

"Light," Tip said. "It means light." Oh turned towards her, and Tip found an embarrassing blush creeping up her cheeks at being caught staring, but she shrugged it off. He smiled. "At least in some cultures. It also means gold, and fair, but-," She took a deep breath to stop her rambling and looked into the fire as the pink color faded onto his skin again. "Light. I like light."

Tip eyed his now pink skin curiously. "What does it mean?"

"What?"

"The pink color," Tip clarified. "What does it mean?"

Oh's skin immediately returned to purple and he looked like someone who'd gotten caught with their hand in the cookie box. "Nothing," he said. Tip raised an eyebrow at him when his skin turned green.

"Tell me," she commanded. Oh swallowed and looked away. The green color faded away. "I won't be mad."

"I am not believing you," Oh said. His skin was still purple, and Tip's heartbeat picked up. What on Earth could pink mean, if he thought it would make her mad? Wasn't it a happy feeling after all?

"Please tell me," she begged.

He swallowed. "Pink, it is- it is-" He stopped, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It seemed as if he was preparing for war… "It is to loving."

Tip froze on the log. Her heartbeat stopped for a few seconds before it came back, stronger than before. "Platonic, right?" she heard herself ask over the buzzing sound in her ears.

Oh met her gaze. There was a deep, deep sadness in his eyes and she knew the answer even before his skin turned blue. "No," he whispered.

An: This isn't beta-read, any mistakes are mine.

Yes, in case you're wondering, the Gorg are late -gasp! outrageous-, and it's causing a storm to come ruin the party. Our heroes crash and now shit's going down. Four chapters, plus an alternate ending (which gives us six chapters total).

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