A/N: My first GLTAS fanfic, so please be nice! Constructive criticism welcome, but please no flames. I noticed there weren't a lot of "picking up the pieces" fanfictions, so here's mine. Takes place after Razer finds Aya, several months before Sinestro goes over to the dark side.

Disclaimer: I do not own GLTAS.

When confronted, Aya would respond with a simple, "I apologize for what I have caused you." They had long lost count of how many times she had expressed her regret. It had simply become a mantra, one that, if repeated enough, would dull the pain the Aya-Moniter caused.

Or so they thought…. Hoped. For Aya's sake, they hoped the universe would move on. Unfortunately, life is hardly ever that forgiving.

It began slowly, as if there was a parasite inside of her, slowly eating away at Aya's insides. She would repeat her mantra to whomever had questioned her, for there was nothing else she could think to say, and walk silently away. Her eyes would dance with the regrets of her past as she made her way passed the three men in her life and away from the scene. Nothing was wrong. She was doing what was necessary.

It was one day while on the recently-repaired Interceptor that LANOS, ever the unnecessary tour guide, pointed out the previously unnoticed Manhunter corpse floating uselessly in space. Hal had quickly told LANOS to "shut up," while the other two men instinctively held their breath. Aya continued looking down, but her fingers stopped moving on her keyboard. They all knew without asking she had been staring at the Manhunter out of her peripheral vision. Several seconds later Aya's fingers resumed bouncing across the holographic keyboard.

It was then the parasite began to sicken her. They had their work cut out for them.

-/-/-/-

During their two previous deep-space excursions, the Interceptor crew had spent a good portion of their free time perfecting sleep schedules. What a strange way to entertain yourself, you may be thinking. And it was. However, unless you enjoyed staring uselessly at the sector of space you were wandering through, there was not much else to do. So, they would retire to their quarters at precisely the same moment, then Aya would wake them up six hours later. Easy enough, right?

No.

Earthlings slept for six to eight hours. Bolovaixans slept for four to five. Volkregians slept for eight to ten. All three races slept more after intense exertion, which usually meant their many battles throughout space. There was never sufficent warning before a battle. This left their sleep schedules confusing at best.

Their varying hours of sleep put them in a difficult position at times. Perhaps the most infamous example of this is the sleep cycle after Razer rejoined the crew after his time on Odym.

They had run into several dozen Manhunters (though the headcount of Manhunters seemed to become larger which each telling of the story) near Rann. Kilowog, who had been awake for several hours, leapt to his feet without hesitation, running down the hall to wake up Hal "boot camp style."

It had been a sight, Hal fumbling to charge his ring while simultaneously attempting to put on his shirt (they slept in their suits from then on), before barreling into Guardian Space with one part of his brain still deep in slumber.

They were finishing off the last of the Manhunters an hour later when Razer, still blinking away sleep, flew out of the Interceptor. They had all stared at him like he had grown a second head, before remembering that yes, they had found him on Odym.

"I certainly feel noticed," Razer had muttered afterward before promptly trudging, exhausted, back to bed.

On this particular deep space mission, in their failing attempts to find the source of the yellow "auriem" rings, they had more or less given up on synchronizing their sleep cycles. They simply fell asleep directly after a certain time, and when they woke up, they woke up.

This often left Aya and Kilowog awake together. Now organic (after several prolonged debates, they had finally decided the virus had deleted the mechanical part of her. The organic sliver of her being had been immune), Aya of course had to sleep. However, in a way, she was still a race of her own, and required very, very little rest. o her knowledge she had never slept for more than four hours.

"Galea just contacted me on her ring," The Bolovaxian told her, walking into the mess hall of the Interceptor II. "Carol showed up on Zamaron. She wants me to tell Hal."

Aya glanced up from her repairs to the CPU. "Of course. Should I wake him?"

Kilowog had opened his mouth to answer when LANOS interrupted him.

"Green Lantern Aya, your heart rate has accelerated. Do you r-"

"LANOS, will you assist me with the repairs?"

Had his mouth not already been open, Kilowog's jaw would have gone slack. He had never heard Aya interrupt anyone, and Grotz knows she needed no help whatsoever with repairing her ship.

Kilowog attempted to speak several times, but could not think of anything to say. What did you say to that? It was times like these he wished the poozers were awake.

-/-/-/

Upon reaching Zamaron, Aya stayed on the ship. It was for the best, they all knew. Aga'po would not enjoy having the woman who'd arranged her niece's death on her planet.

Kilowog kept the morning incident to himself. She would learn to live with the events of the Aya-Moniter eventually. He tried to imagine her face in that moment, on the Interceptor looking out at the very place were she had sealed Ghia'ta's fate. In Kilowog's head, she looked traumatized.

A/N: Should I continue? Yes? No? Maybe? Please tell me via review or PM! Constructive criticism welcome, but please no flames! Thanks for reading:)