Finally, I'm going to start writing again. The thing about this fanfic however, is that I intend to write it all out of my brain…and then draw it out into a comic/doujinshi…? I'm not sure if that's what its called but, I want it to be a manga kind of thing that you can read from right to left.

The issue with that is…I'm not really experienced in the whole drawing manga format thing. So I'm looking to find someone more experienced…or to somehow obtain photoshop to help with my drawing flaws. I'm not that bad an artist…but I'm not that good of one either.
So without further delay, I present to you…Alek/Deryn awesomeness!

Welcome Home

Dirt and grime was spattered along her face as Deryn approached the barracks of the opposing soldiers, around her the battle raged on with dozens of bullets piercing the sky just above her, it would be dawn soon.

She dived towards the empty German trench, shielding her face from the sharp shrapnel cascading off of the now bombed walker. She swore out loud as she felt a lancing pain shoot up her hand. One of the bullets had barley skidded past it, she grabbed at her now wounded hand and did her best to keep low and move forward .

There were shouts going on all around her, screams of pain and anguish over the lost comrades. But she couldn't stop and wonder at the dead, there was a mission she had to complete, and with it would come the end of the whole battle, and if possible the end of the whole barking war!

She examined her surroundings, trying to find anything that would momentarily stop the bleeding, she spotted a fallen German solider still clutching his pistol, she approached the man and quickly rifled through his military issued jacket. She felt a warm liquid run down her fingers, from the small hole she had accidentally prodded with her fingers.

Shot right through the heart,at least it was quick, she thought.

She was able to acquire a small bottle of brandy and several bullets for the still useful pistol. She quickly loaded the foreign gun, and deftly tore a strip of the man's shirt.

Bracing her self she positioned the bottle of brandy just above her wounded hand.

This one's going sting, and before another bullet could fly past her head she poured the whole contents over her wounded hand.

She bit down on her tongue in order to prevent the small scream from escaping her mouth. Slowly she felt the disinfectant sear through her blood, slowly she allowed her eyes to shut.

"Oi, Wakey -Wakey , Officer Sharp!"

Deryn felt her eyes open again, looking up she could see the shadow of a man standing over her, just barley blocking out the sun. Her eyes widened slowly as she beheld his figure, it may be just the trick of the light, but she could swear it was him…

"We'll be arriving soon, and you can't lie here all day roasting in the sun."

Deryn sighed, so it was a trick after all that couldn't be his voice.

"Well done Mr. Newkirk, you have successfully achieved your mission in annoying me once again. Can't the officers let me have my peace for just a few minutes? The war is over after all." Deryn muttered under her breath. Still the duties of a solider were not to be ignored; she raised herself up, and quickly straightened out her somewhat cramped legs.

"We're still on this ship Officer Sharp, and orders are orders. Believe me I don't like it anymore then you do." He chuckled a little and then stopped to straighten out his already arrow like tie, an annoying habit he had become accustomed to ever since he was promoted to officer.

Deryn looked down at her own garb, she was wearing her formal officer attire, it had become slightly wrinkled after lying on it for a few minutes on top of the dorsal. She quickly dusted her shoulders and straightened herself out as well, no point in showing up all these years later looking like a poor bum-rag.

"Just think Officer Sharp…after all this time, we're finally going home."

Newkirk seemed to stand up just a tad taller as he let these words slip past his lips. His eyes were closed, and his blond newly trimmed hair wiped around his face, unable to conceal the serene smile now plastered along his face.

For Deryn, going home wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to. For starters she would have to either head back to Scotland and hide out in her mothers house, forced to wear corsets(despite it being almost out of fashion, which is something Deryn practically jumped for joy over) , or to somehow become absorbed in military matters as much as possible until they called for her return.

Either way, she wouldn't be able to return to the air for a while, which quite frankly brought about a sort of depressing gloom in Deryn Sharp's thoughts. And from those thoughts came her nightmares.

At first they started off small enough, trivial occurrences during her masculine escapades as a solider. If these dreams had been just figments of Deryn's gloom ridden mind, she would have ignored them. However the fact remained that they were real, and because of that everything she saw in them seemed much more disturbing and darker.

She suspected something like this would affect her mentally, and through her years as posing as a boy, she has found that most men deal with it either through smoking, drinking, or bedding as many women as possible.

She could not smoke, for obvious fire related reasons. She could not drink, for fear of the unwanted hangovers and the possibility of liver poison. As for bedding women…well she just wasn't interested.

So Deryn's only outlet has been consuming small amounts of alcohol, drawing, and in a sense "getting high" off of flying. These small distractions helped with the year's worth of accumulated mental stress, but it did not entirely eliminate it.

However there had been a time when her mental state wasn't so warped and disturbed, way back when he was still on bored.

"All right you sods! All hands on deck, we are approaching London, so prepare to disembark!"

The boffins cries echoed along the ships spine, Deryn knelt quickly and picked up her already packed rucksack, five years worth of memories stored in a green bag that looked like a rotted potato.

"We better get down there, or else the middies might scramble all over the place and cause an even bigger mess. " And with that said, Newkirk picked up his own packed rucksack and took a few steps before turning back to Deryn.

"Aren't you coming Officer Sharp?" Newkirk raised an eyebrow, awaiting her response.

Deryn sighed, no point in stalling no.

"Might as well, since someone has to make sure you don't try and trick the middies again into thinking we've landed in Africa."

"Well you have to admit, that was pretty funny."

"That it was Officer Newkirk, that it was."