Heres a new fic! I've got to finish writing them, and then type them up, so I dunno how often I'll be updating this fic, so just tell me what you think!

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Krayonder was late. Again

Running through the academy halls, dodging people who gave him weird looks. Krayonder couldn't blame them.

The bell signifying the end of the day had rung half an hour ago. The only people left in the school was those who were waiting for friends, hanging around lockers, teachers in their offices, and nerdy geeks in the library.

Now – it should be noted that Krayonder did not believe in fate, or God for that matter - as God was dead. But this story is not about God, or any religion. On the contrary – this story was about Fate. The mysterious force that controlled everyone's actions, reactions and feelings.

Now Fate, it seemed had something else in mind for Krayonder. Because Fate – or him forgetting the passcode to his locker, making him run all the way to the tech department to get the techies to reset his passcode – had made him late.

Krayonder had always had trouble with his mechanics class, a lot of trouble. This was why his teacher had signed him up for a "tutor", which, Krayonder translated, meant he would be spending two hours a night for at least the rest of the month with a nerdy potato face loser. Great.

Krayonder was so preoccupied by his thoughts, that he didn't see the bright red hair and thick glasses just visible behind the large book. The next thing he knew, Krayonder was landing on his butt on the metal floor, his books splaying out all around him.

He sat up and began to collect up his books, then helped the girl pick up hers. He reached for the thick book the girl had been reading in the middle of the two of them, just as she did.

Their hands met in the middle.

0oooOOOOooo0

Julia was never late. Not once

She knew the exact length of the academy halls, how long it would take if she walked at her normal pace to get to the library, and how long it would take her if she read as she walked. She knew that if she left at a certain time she would always get there when she wanted to.

She pushed her glasses further up her nose and turned the page of her book. She was so engrossed in what was reading that the weird looks people gave her went unnoticed by the curly red head.

Now it should also be noted that Julia didn't believe in Fate either – rather that anything that happened could be explained through scientific fact. In Julia's scientific world, anything had a logical and reasonable explanation.

Fate, on this occasion, had made sure that Julia decided to continue reading her new book as she made her way down the almost empty academy halls – not worrying at the people surrounding her and normally avoided her anyways.

That's why she didn't expect, and why she was so surprised, when a guy around her age with his cap back to front rammed into her with a force powerful enough to throw her backwards and onto the floor. This is where Julia found herself a moment later, her books strewn out over the cold metal floor in a circle around her, her page lost.

Julia immediately moved onto her knees and began picking up her fallen books. As she did, she became vaguely aware of the boy doing the same. It wasn't until she reached out for her chemistry book, that she actually acknowledged his presence.

Their hands met in the middle.

0oooOOOOooo0

At this point, Fate was sitting at his desk observing the pair of them, slowly tapping the tips of his fingers together. Oh yes. This would be one pair of Starship Rangers that wouldn't die fighting.

He smiled to himself, and then pressed a long pale finger on a large red button.

0oooOOOOooo0

The warmth started in the tips of their fingers where they had touched. Then it spread – through their fingers and flooding their arms, before spreading all across their chests. It filled their entire person and sent the hearts beating a million miles an hour.

This all happened in less than a second.

They both looked up at the same time. Blue eyes met green, and the heat in their hands became so hot it was almost unbearable. Krayonder could have stayed that way forever.

Julia had a different idea.

She snatched up the book from under their hands and jumped up, her face blushing a deep red. She glanced down at him once more before running down the next corridor and through the sliding metal doors into the library.

Krayonder sat there on the floor, dazed, for a few more seconds. A zillion thoughts where running through his head. Who was she? Would he see her again? Just thinking about her sent butterflies fluttering around his stomach and made his heart stop beating.

Eventually he picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, before turning and walking down the same corridor the girl with glasses – or Specs – had gone down, hoping and praying to dead god that he would see her again.

0oooOOOOooo0

Julia had made it to the library without any further interruptions. With her glasses askew and locks of hair falling in her eyes, she dropped her books onto her usual table and sat down.

Opening her book, she turned the pages, trying to find her spot as she did. Hearing footsteps approaching her, Julia glanced up to find the old academy librarian, Mrs Bently standing by the desk.

Julia smiled up at the old lady,

"Good afternoon Mrs Bently." She said politely, closing the book, "Thanks again for the mechanics book, it's amazingy interesting." Leaning forward like she was about to tell her a secret, Julia said, "Did you know that there are six different uses for the emergency brake on a hovercraft? There's -"

Mrs Bently cut her off gently,

"Tell me later Julia – I've just come over to check if you were still ok to tutor someone for Mr Van Holden."

Julia put the book down and nodded. Mrs Bently smiled,

"Good." Motioning to someone behind her she said, "Julia, this is Cadet David Krayonder. He's been having trouble with mechanics." The man behind the old woman came forward, and Julia's heart stopped.

He was average height, with sandy blonde hair and clear blue eyes with lightly tanned skin. The camouflage cap was sitting back to front on top of his head.

It was the man from the corridor.

Shit.