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1 : Meetings

He stopped abruptly and looked ove rhis shoulder, the street was empty, he glanced across the street and tried to shake the feeling that he was being watched. THen something banged to his right and he spun around to stare into the dark alleyway, the moonlight barely litup the shadows and he'd almost dismissed the notion something was there when he saw the light reflecting off a set of eyes. They looked like they were human eyes, the right size and distance apart, peering out from between to garbage cans. He stepped into the alleyway without thinking and the person shrank further into the shadows. He stepped towards her again, "Hello?" he asked cautiously, images of muggings flashing through his head.

"S-S-Stay back!" the voice ordered, shaking its way up an octave, it was a female voice.

He stepped forward again and suddenly the other person was running but she screamed as she tumbled over a pile of rubbish bags and hit the ground, she began crying, "Pl-Please leav-ve me al-lone!" she begged curling into a ball on the ground.

He stepped forward again and offered his hand to help her up, "Are you ok?"

The trembling ball opened a little and the male suddenly realised he wasn't talking to a normal human being. The first thing he noticed was her ears were far too large and she has a thin tail protruding from her jeans. The moonlight shone across her now and he stared in awe at her, she was homeless as the ragged shirt and torn jeans indicated, even the soles in her shoes were so worn that her feet were visible. Her entire body was covered in short fur and her curly hair hung down around her face, blood was caked into her fur coat on her left cheek. Her shirt had been torn completely off her at some point, probably in a drunken attempt to rape her, and had been clumsily stitched up with discarded wire. Her jeans hadn't fared much better, huge holes in the knees exposed the fur beneath which had been coated with mud at some point, thick clumps of caked mud now glued to the fur.

She was still shaking when she asked in a whisper "Why aren't you hitting me?"

"Why should I?" the boy asked, bemused.

"All humans beat me..." she said in a whisper.

"Why are you living like this?" he asked quietly.

"I have no home." she whispered still fearful. Clouds rumbled above suddenly blocking out the moon.

"Its going to rain." The boy said quietly, he looked back down at the figure, "I can't leave you here."

"It's better for you if you do." she said shrinking away from his hand.

"Please, come to my place, I don't want to leave you here like this, please?"

She shook her head and shrank further away from him, her stomach growled in protest at the denial.

"I have food." the boy said smirking slightly, "Please come?" he asked softly, smirk fading from his face, trying to seem comforting.

"People will see me." She said, trying to ignore the lure of food.

The boy shrugged off his jacket, knelt down and wrapped it around her head and shoulders, he pulled off his long sleeved shirt and helped her thread her arms into it. FInally, standing in his singlet he handed her his black wool gloves.

"Nobody will see you dressed like that." The rain began to fall harder, "And nobody is going to be paying much attention anyways." He offered his hand to her again, she took it, her other hand holding the jacket around her face so it formed a cowl shadowing her features. Then she froze, her tail swishing around behind her.

"Can you wrap it around your stomach?" The boy asked quietly, she tried and there was only a tiny loop of furry tail left visible, "Nobody will see that." He gently took her elbow in his hand and led her back to his flat.

He opened the door and stood back waiting for her to step inside, she did so quickly, immediately shying away from the bright light, he stepped inside after her and closed the door behind him.

"You can take that stuff off now, the blinds are all closed and I'm the only one that lives here."

"But I don't want you to see me properly!" She said, leaning heavily against the wall.

"Ok, but you look exhausted, will you at least have something to eat?"

"Yes please!" she said, her voice suddenly excited at the prospect of food and the disappearance of the anticipated beating.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, grabbing two frozen meals he slid them into the microwave and set the timer before walking across the room to the small dining table.

"Will you sit down?" He asked politely motioning to the chair, she stopped hovering around the doorway and walked timidly toward the chair before perching herself on the edge as if ready to flee at a moments notice, "You're not going to relax are you?" He asked quietly. Thunder boomed outside and she shrank away from the sound.

The silence stretched for a moment, the microwave pinged and the male stood stepping quitely over to the appliance, he opened the door and took out the meals, grabbing a pair of forks he returned to the table and slid hers towards began to eat as fast as she could, barely chewing between forkful. He sat and prodded the food absentmindedly as he watched. Soon the meal was gone, he shook his head and slid his towards her, she stared at him for a moment from beneath the jacket-cowl before starting on his plate. He smiled and stood walking over to the sink, he filled a glass with water from the tap and walked over to her, she began coughing loudly and he slid the glass towards her, she looked at him again, appreciative but still wary, she drank the water slowly before returning to the meal. He went back to the freezer and heated another meal with the intention of eating it himself, returning to the table he noticed her watching him, he shook his head and placed the meal in front of her, "You haven't eaten in a while I take it?"

She shook her head and began on the next meal. The male smiled as he watched, each bite gave him a quick glimpse of the slightly bucked front teeth and the tiny black nose. He watched her, finally she finished, her eyes dropped a little as she stared at him and finally she laid her head on the table under the protection of the jacket, he stood slowy and touched her shoulder, she was still wearing his shirt, he shook her gently and she sat bolt upright, hands flying up to protect her face.

"Don't hurt me!" She squealed.

"I'm not going to, come use the bed, its more comfortable." He led her towards his bedroom and folded back the blankets, helping her into the bed he folded them up over her and watched as she fell asleep, he glanced at his wristwatch, it was only eight thirty at night, what was he going to do that wouldn't wake her?

She woke up and rolled over, she was so tired but so awake at the same time, she wanted to sleep more but her body wouldn't let her. She freaked out for a moment when she couldn't move, the blankets had wrapped themselves around her like a cocoon, she slowly wriggled free and then slid the blinds open with one finger, it was twilight, she was so disorientated she didn't know if it was morning or evening. She peered around the room lit by the fluroescent bulb the boy had left on. It was pretty basic, a bed, desk, outlandishly fancy computer and tri monitor setup, surround sound speakers, messy pile of dirty clothes on the floor and neatly folded pile of clothes on a chair, a note pinned to them.

"Clean clothes for you, if you want to shower. If you want to leave, I understand but I really hope you don't, I had to go to work, I waited as long as I could for you to wake up but I decided you'd be better off getting sleep while you can. Feel free to help yourself to anything you want, food, drink, clothes, etc."

She stared at the clothes, black jeans, t-shirt and belt, there was no underwear, obviously his closet didn't extend that far. She walked past the clothes and peered into the hallway, she sniffed the air, it smelt strange but not unpleasantly so, must have been some mixture of sweat and deoderant, nothing a normal person would really notice but her keen nose picked it all up. A quick search through the house concluded that there were only five rooms, a kitchem/dining room, bathroom with seperate toilet and two bedrooms, one bedroom had been changed into a sort of recreation room, a set of drums stood proudly in one corner and a new playstation three sat, unopened in the other, a stack of twelve games, also unopened beside it. she touched the couch, it was black with thick soft covering, she pulled her hand away suddenly noticing how dirty she was. She walked absentmindedly to the bathroom and began taking off her clothes, she placed them in a neat pile to one side, and stood in her underwear, unsure whether she should take it off aswell, worried someone might see her. She glanced at the window, it was closed and had frosted glass, she checked the door, it was locked. She stared at herself in the full length mirror, slowly she reached behind her and unclipped her battered C-cup bra. The air swirled around her exposed lumps, she shivered, it felt strange, she hadn't changed clothes in so long. She bit her lip as she looked at herself then she closed her eyes and slid her underpants off, she shivered again as air reached places it hadn't in months. Ignoring the sensation she turned the hot water on and stepped in, it flowed around her ankles and began to rise as the bathtub filled, she turned the tap off when it reached her collarbone and she closed her eyes as the rythmic drip drip filled her mind. She would have washed herself properly the but the water was so warm, her mind slid back into unconsciousness.

He slid the key into the lock at let himself in, he took off his shoes and walked in his socks to his bedroom. He opened the door slowly to see if his guest was still asleep, she wasn't and the clothes were untouched. He sighed, he'd hoped she'd have stayed but obviously that wasn't going to happen. He wandered back towards the bathroom to wash his hands, the door was shut, he frowned, he msut have left the window open, he turned the door handle but it was locked. He was about to try opening it with the house key whjen he realised what may have happened. He smirked to himself and retreated to his bedroom, scooping up the clothes he removed the note and pin. He walked back to the bathroom and knocked. There was no reply. He knocked again, still no reply. He Shrugged and unlocked the door, carefully opening it, he'd assumed she'd have the shower curtain pulled across and would be asleep in the bath, halfway in he froze. Her liquid chocolate eyes were staring at him over the top of the bathtub rim, one hand was covering her breasts, the other one was between her legs.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." He said, blushing slightly at his mistake, "You didn't answer my knocks so I assumed you were asleep." he paused, "I also thought you'd have pulled the curtain across." She remained silent. "Sorry." He repeated lying the clothes on the small bench next to the sink. He turned to leave when she spoke.

"D-Do you have some shampoo?"

He turned to the cupboard and took out two bottles, shampoo and conditioner, he crouched down looking away from her and sat them on the floor beside her, he glanced at her and was immediately consumed by her eyes, they were so deep, and so amazingly brown. She stared back, he broke contact and bit his lip. "Sorry he said again slipping out the door and locking it behind him.

Twenty minutes later she emerged to find him sitting on the floor looking worried. She stared at him, he was unusually pale, his emerald eyes seemed to be hard and protective and his hair was jet black, it fell around his face in long straight strands. He was thin too and he seemed very fragile to her, with his porcelain skin and bony appearance.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, "It was stupid of me to go in there when it was so obviously not needed."

"Its not your fault I forgot clean clothes." she said sitting down beside him, his shirt was a little small around the chest but the jeans fitted fairly well, "Can I ask you a question?" she said quietly.

He nodded solemnly, still feeling horrible about barging in on her.

"What's your name?" She said quietly.

He froze and his head turned to look at her, "Henry."

She smiled, "I like that name you know." she paused and held out her hand, "I'm Natasha."

He shook her hand and froze marvelling at the soft fur that covered it, it was so smooth and clean now and so amazingly soft.

"Umm..." she pulled her hand away gently and he looked at her apologetically, "I used all your shampoo and conditioner."

He smirked, "I don't mind." he paused, "Do I get to ask a question?"

She nodded.

"I'm not sure if it'll be to personal, if you don't want to answer you don't have to." he said, stumbling over his words slightly.

"Ask."

"Why are you the way you are?" he paused, "I mean, how did you get this way?" he paused again, "I.... That sounded really bad didn't it?"

She nodded, but smiled at the same time, "I was born this way." she shrugged at his disbelieveing look, "I'm not from this planet."

"Where are you from then?" he asked quietly.

"Mars, but our cultures are so similar and we've taken a lot of your broadcasts in so we all know how to speak english and how your machines work and everything." she smiled nervously waiting for the obvious questions.

"Why are you here then?"

"Mars is in the middle of a war, I left with a group who thought we might find refuge on Earth, but I'm the only one who survived, your army found where we landed and killed us thinking we were mutants, we never had time to explain ourselves."

Henry went paler, "Then never let you explain yourselves?" he stared at his hands as though he'd killed somebody, "That's disgusting!" He swore loudly, "How could they do that?"

"I've been here for about six months." Natasha continued, "Your kind have all hated me, one showed me some kindness but only long enough so he could try to rape me."

"Are you going to go back to Mars?" Henry asked quietly.

"I can't and I don't know if I'd want to, no matter how horrible it has been here, mars would be worse."

Henry stared at her, then catching himself, he looked away, "I'm sorry if I stare at you Natasha, you're just so.. different and so interesting..."

She giggled slightly, "Stare at me now then you won't have to later."

Henry looked at her again, starting by staring at her feet, they were just like human feet but covered in short chestnut coloured fur, she wiggled her toes, she only had four on each foot. Her legs were covered by his jeans, he worked his way up to her hands, they were identical to human hands but again covered in chestnut fur. His eyes snapped to her breasts and he felt his pulse quicken slightly as it began to pump blood to a part of his body he didn't want extra blood at right now. He tried to move on but his eyes snapped back twice before he eventually got to her collar bone, most of her anatomy was human, but her skin had the lovely fur, her neck was the same and only at her mouth did it change slightly, her nose was more a shortened muzzle, both animal and human at the same time, the fur covered her fave in entirety, ending where the red of her lips started and also a few milimetres from her eyelashes. Her ears were quite large, big and round each about the size of a DVD sticking out to the sides slightly. Her nose was a small black triangle on her face, it looked moist and twitched slightly as he watched it. Her hair was long and slightly curly, it was a strange red-brown-blonde mix and hung down to the tips of her shoulderblades. She smiled slightly and his eyes were drawn back to her two front buckteeth that pushed her lower lip down a touch so that the teeth were always visible. Her tail suddenly brushed his hand, it was about three feet long and was covered in soft fur, it was about the thickness of a screwdriver handle and tickled slightly as it curled around his arm.

"Are you finished?" She asked, her tail sliding away to wrap around her middle.

"Sorry." he said quietly.

"Hey you only took twenty five minutes and you did pretty well to not freak out. I've never seen a human accept someone so different so easily."

"I try to understand." he smiled, "You're a very pretty girl you know."

Natasha blushed slightly, "That's because you're trying to see me from a human point of view, from my species' point of view I'm pretty average."

"Obviously your species' males all need glasses." Henry smiled, "I know you're having a rough time on our planet, I want to help."

"How?" she asked tilting her head to one side.

"By letting you stay here. I'll buy you food and everything and you don't have to leave the house if you don't want to and you can have the spare room, I'll move my stuff out."

"But I don't want to burden you." she said shaking her head.

"You won't be burdening me, PLEASE!" He practically begged.

"Why do you want me to stay so badly?"

He sighed, "Sorry, I got a bit overexcited at the thought, I just have no friends to talk to and I hate being by myself, alone all the time, I'd give anything for some company."

Natasha smiled. "Okay Henry, I'll stay for a little while." she paused, "But I do have one condition."

"Yes?"

Natasha smiled pulling two pieces of clothing from her back pockets, "I need some new underwear."

Henry smiled crookedly.