Thought you learned the first time around

Warnings: I don't really know yet. Cursing and SLASH, because those are always in my fics. Hum…yeah,
that's about it. Oh, and two OC, one whose important, the other not so much.

Pairings: Jake/Cassie, Marco/Ax, Tobias/OMC, and Rachel/Melissa. Eventually.

Summery: It starts when Jono thinks he sees a comet. It gets worse when it turns out to be a Yeerk ship and his family is killed. It gets insane when he's forced to fight.

Notes: A plot bunny I adopted. Not something I usually do but…what the hell?

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Chapter One
Well…life sucks anyway

Jonathan

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It started like this, on a Friday, not to long ago:

"Jono!" My mom shouted. I was content to ignore her and turn up Nirvana a little to make it obvious. It
didn't work. "Jonathan! Star!"

I sat up right, horrified that she dare to use my first name in the presence of actual living people. Star, as opposed to Jonathan. It's a terrible name and no self-respecting boy should be forced to bare it. But, alas, I'm my mother's mistake and I think this was her way of punishing me.

But I digress. Anyway, she was yelling for me…

Oh yeah, me. I'm Star, better known as Jonathan or Jono. How do you get Jonathan from Star? I have no
idea. It just…happens that way sometimes you know?

You don't? Oh…never mind then.

Right. So about me. Nothing much to it. I'm in high school, can't wait till I get out, and I love the sky. I
love the stars and the constellations and the planets and even the wide-open space there, I love the way the
sun sets and turns the clouds orange and pink against the purple of the sky.

I suppose I might just be easily amused though. Heh. So…I know you're thinking, what the fuck is he going
on about, where's the action, the drama, the angst, the hot chicks in bikinis! And now you want to leave,
right?

I…well…you know I'm not too good at this. I've never had to tell my own story before so just listen,
please, and then…then you can make a judgment. I'm not going to be really good at this and I know you
won't believe a word from that weird kid who sits alone at lunch, but…I don't know. I just need to say my
peace, you know? Let my side of it be known.

Uh, there is one thing you should know though. I didn't want this.

I didn't set out to change anything or make a difference; I'm too realistic a person for that. I believed I
would live and do small meaningless things like most people and then die. And that would be it. No need to dig deeper or try harder, but that comes from being kind of depressed. I've been that way all my life. It's
gotten worse and I know things will just keep getting worse before they truly get any better.

But I didn't want to do a whole lot with my life. No reason for me to be anything but what I was, or at least that's what I thought at the time. Why fight what was destined to happen right?

Right.

But back to the woman's screaming. I finally got tired and got up, turning down the radio as I went, leaving Nirvana playing just loud enough for my younger sister to hear. Normally I wouldn't have, but she had all her little groupies over and were doing one of those 'Ohmygod! Justin is so much hotter then Nick'
sessions and I think a little rock would have done them good.

"Star Child, turn that sick song down!" Marisa shouted sticking her head out of her room. "That is so nasty. How can you even listen to that stuff?"

For the record, Rape Me is a great song. Yep, a personal favorite of mine.

"I turn it one and sit there. The sound waves filter into my ears and my brain files them and sends them to
the pleasure center. Hence good music." I bowed some then walked off. Psychology was truly a brilliant
class. But I digress.

My mother was sitting down stairs with her head turned away from me and the lights were down low,
which meant one thing to me. Stepfather was out with another one of his whores again and my mother had cried so much her eyes were red and puffy and the light hurt them. My mother was beautiful, at least to me, with long black hair and almond shaped blue eyes and she used to have one of those smiles that just…warmed you from the inside out.

I did love my mother but I was too caught up in my teenage angst bullshit to really pay any attention to her or her situation.

I suppose if I had known how things would turn up I would have cared a little bit more or just…done more to help or…I don't know. But hey, hindsight is twenty-twenty right? So at the time I didn't care and the most I could drag up was anger at her for staying with the prick. My father may have been insane and an ass, but he'd never tried to hurt my mother and for that I shall be eternally in his debt.

What, in debt because he was kind enough to provide sperm for my conception? You're kidding right?
Does the term 'violently suicidal' mean anything to you? No…oh, well, doesn't matter much, that doesn't
come until later.

So yeah, my mom. She turned and smiled at me crookedly. "Star…Jonathan, I heard there was a meteor
shower tonight and I thought you might like to watch up in the loft."

I smiled some. Sometimes I wanted to kill that woman but other times I wanted to hug her. I'm contrary
like that I suppose. "Yeah, ma, I think I will. Thanks for telling me."

"Oh course baby." She said softly then turned back to the TV. Which wasn't on. But whatever. She was having one of her moments, which she preferred Marisa and me didn't know about them. I could respect that I suppose.

I headed outside to the small house type thing in the back. We called in the loft, but it wasn't really. It
was…the closet thing I can think of is tree house. It's a building, one room, elevated about five feet off the
ground by wooden beams. Mom and me had cut out a piece of the ceiling for my telescope years before,
then covered it with a glass pane that I could push up when I wanted to.

I used to love it out there. Felt so…free and away from it all.

I climbed the ladder inside then turned on my equipment. What equipment you ask? Well, a high-powered
telescope/digital camera thing, a computer, another, more low-tech telescope, printer, scanner and some
other stuff.

Gifts from my father, to let me know he knows I still exist. Marisa's luck the Prick is her father, so she gets to have him around instead of getting pity gifts.

Not that I don't like them or that I've ever wanted my dad around, because I haven't. That man didn't want
me, why the hell should I want him, right?

So yes, I got all my pity gifts going and sat down in front of the more low-tech telescope. I didn't use the other one much, I was afraid of breaking it

I got it aimed towards the east and waited. I didn't have to wait to long, turned out my mom has wonderful
timing, because the show started. I was so excited and looking back it seems dumb, but up in my loft just watching the stars…I've never been happier than that. I doubt I'll ever be so happy. Simple things don't really amuse me anymore. Space…seems so sick and twisted. I can't take pleasure in it like I once did. I know too much now.

It was pretty uneventful, other then the unimaginable high I got from being able to see all of this without
interruption. Most people would find it uneventful, but I was in heaven.

Then something happened. My telescope, the fancy one, kicked into gear suddenly and I nearly fell out of
chair. It made a lot of noise as it focused itself and the camera made a connection to the computer. The computer started flickering, like when there's a storm and the power might go out.

So I'll admit, I was weirded out.

Whatever. Like you wouldn't be.

The camera started snapping pictures of totally empty sky. Now, being the guy I am, I figured I might as well take advantage of this.

My mom was really into that Animism and so she believed in signs and the like. I figured my stuff came on for a reason right? So I got the coordinated from my less-expensive telescope and quickly focus the other one. I didn't look through it, I was half afraid it'd fry my sorry ass, and pushed my chair over to the computer. I opened the program to take a look at the photos.

It wasn't as much fun as watching it for myself. I feel asleep within five minutes.

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of my sister screaming I was going to be late for school again.

I managed to haul myself off of the floor and wiped at my eyes, wondering where the hell my glasses had gotten off to. I had like three other pair, so I'd live if I couldn't find them, but I did like those. They were tinted crimson.

About this time I noticed that there was a fiery blob on my computer. I scrambled around for my elusive glasses and was a little surprised to see what looked like a piece of something on fire.

Here's my downfall. I'm a curious little fucker, so I moved it to a different program and blew it up to see it better. While it cleared itself up I checked the time.

Marisa lies, I had thirty minutes before my bus came.

It beeped announcing it was done. I took a look. Nearly wet myself.

Now, I may have been mildly superstitious, I'll admit it. But I didn't believe in aliens or intelligent life (not even on Earth) or…any of that shit. Don't know why, I believed in vampires and werewolves, but not aliens. I told you, I'm contrary. Can't help it.

So anyway, I had this photo of a ship-ish thing, apparently re-entering the atmosphere, thus flames were
leaping off the sides. So, after I had thoroughly convinced myself it was just some experimental Air Force shit, I turned to leave. Then thought better of it and printed that thing out.

Turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life and…well you remember what I said about hindsight right? Twenty-twenty, but there's no point in laminating on what I could have done or should have done. Its over with now.

And I'm sorry to disappoint but there will no girls in skimpy outfits and car chases are far and few between. There is plenty of angst and some pretty screwed up romances, and few times when death is a nice thought for me.

My name was Star, usually called Jonathan, sometimes called Jono. I lost my entire life over a picture I just had to print out and take to my teacher. Got my entire family killed.

And that's just the beginning.

There's this group of kids, I can't tell who they are or where they live, because the Yeerks want nothing more then to put slugs in our heads and use us to take over the Earth. Which would suck pretty badly, so no. And we fight them with the ability to Morph, or change our body into the form of an animal.

So feel free to think I'm crazy, I would too, if I didn't wake up in the woods every night, screaming for the reprieve that isn't coming.