Disclaimer: Like before, I do not own Star Fox, th Ocs are mine, and Cell Block Tango is not mine although I wish it were. Star Fox in Nintendo's, and Cell Block Tango belongs to Chicago (the band).

Chapter 1: The Feeling of Despair

Krystal sighed. It had been so busy on the Great Fox lately and now that she had time to think, all she could think about was home. Her home, her real home, Cenaria. She sighed again and closed her eyes. How longed to be there, there with her people, her friends, and her family. It wasn't like she didn't love her new friends and that she wasn't grateful for what they had done for her. Quite the opposite in fact; she loved them all so much that she wished she had never met them. That way, when they found out about her culture, she wouldn't be devastated when they decided that she was just too different, just too weird.

'Oh Fox,' she thought. 'If only I could tell you what Cenaria was like…'

Fox McCloud was genuinely worried. Ever since things had slowed down, Krystal had become more withdrawn. Sometimes she would even miss meals. He feverishly hoped that whatever was wrong would be resolved soon; he missed the cheerful personality that Krystal usually had, her ability to find the silver lining in everything made his life that was once filled with crises his life that was now filled with problems with hope. Besides, the sooner she cheered up, the sooner he could maybe actually tell her how he felt about her.

'Krystal, if only I could tell you how I feel.'

Finally, he found her; gazing out of the window in her room, nervously fingering her staff.

"Hey Krystal, is everything alright?" Fox asked

Her forlorn face said it all; she was sad. It made Fox's heart melt to see her so upset. When she spoke, the words were laden with unease and unhappiness, making him feel like crying.

"Hey Krystal, is everything alright" a voice asked

Krystal turned around. There stood Fox, she could see the concern etched onto his face. Although she wanted to cry, she only turned to him and said,

"It's okay, Fox. Everything's fine."

He wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "Krystal, if something's wrong, I'd like to know. You know that I'm here for you if you need me, right?" he offered sincerely.

This made Krystal want to cry even more. He was so sincere, so thoughtful, and so caring. It pained her to know that she couldn't share her feelings with him.

"It's okay Fox, really I'm fine." was all she said.

Fox frowned, still not convinced.

"Well if you say so than I believe you. Come and eat, Peppy's cooking tonight, so you don't have to worry about any overcooked food." he joked

A week ago, they had decided to take turns cooking. The first two nights went well, as it was that Krystal and Peppy were actually able to cook. When third night came around however, it was a disaster. It was Fox's turn to cook and he had decided to try and grill hamburgers for the team. Whistling while he worked, Fox put the meat on and went about the preparation. While he was cooking, Falco, managed to break the TV, the elevator, and whole bunch of other things. Unfortunately, Slippy was in the elevator at the time when it broke. Fox busy in the kitchen rushed out when he heard a series of crashes. Slippy, having just got out of the elevator was busy throwing a temper tantrum, throwing all sorts of tools at Falco, yelling at him for being such a klutz. This led to even more arguing and screaming until Krystal interrupted them when she smelled smoke. Running back to the kitchen, the group arrived just in time to see the burgers crumble away into bits of burnt ash. That night for dinner, the team had leftover lasagna in portions that weren't even big enough for an anorexic poodle. Needless to say, both Fox and Falco were banned from the cooking lineup.

At the memory of this, Krystal couldn't help but giggle, temporarily forgetting her dilemma.

Fox smiled; he had been able to make her laugh. He had missed her laugh.

"There's the Krystal I know." he said as the two walked off to dinner.

'And adore.' he thought to himself.

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A/N: Sorry the line tool STILL is not freakin' working and I didn't want to put something else to seperate the paragraphs. Anyways, I know I keep mentioning Cell Block Tango, but it's not utterly neccesary for you to hear it before reading this. It's merely where my inspiration came from. As usual, please review and offer any grammer and spelling help you can. I have many chapters that I need to proofread and I don't always catch my mistakes. Thanks! Enjoy!