It was cold, raining, and my cardboard box was soaked from it raining all last night. As I sat in the alleyway, cold and shivering in my fur, I remembered how I got to this stupid planet. I went to bed human the night before, and after a very 'interesting' dream, I woke up here. Here in this city where no one understood me or helped me. They came up to me and stared at me then went on with their lives. I retreated form their minor attentions and into the alleyways, trying to find some who were merciful enough to give to me, allow me to eat even. But no one showed any mercy. I was now a freak of nature, a cyborg simian. What kind of person would put up with such a stupid concept? "I HATE IT!" I screamed and kicked the box hard enough to leave a good dent in it. Apparently my voice triggered something, because I could hear footsteps coming this way. I backed up against the brick wall, waiting for them to cross by. I realized that I had to steal now to get what I needed, it was the only option. Closer...closer...NOW. I jumped from the alleyway and grabbed at whatever they had in their hand, but instead of it coming out of their hand, they pulled it hard and sharply towards them, throwing me off balance and making my trip and fall flat on my face. My glasses came off and cracked form the harsh encounter with the pavement. I shivered and covered my head, waiting for them to step on me or kick me. Instead the figure picked up my glasses and extended a hand to me.
"Are you okay?" It was a British sounding voice. I looked up only to see another simian like myself, extending his hand towards me. Even without my glasses I could tell he was a blue simian and his hand was extended to mine. I squinted my eyes and saw my glasses were hanging on a pocket on some sort of white coat he was wearing. I looked up and realized that what I tried to steal from him was, in fact, an umbrella. I reached out and grabbed his hand. He helped pull me up. "What's your name?" He didn't seem very angry at all for the attempted umbrella-theft.
"Eme..." I answered in a soft voice. He cleared his throat.
"Miss Eme, I must inform you that stealing umbrellas is frowned upon in this city. Why would you do such a thing?" That was a kind of reaction that I expected, but perhaps not in quite that lecturing tone.
"I'm hungry. And cold. No one would help me, I just needed something." He patted my head gently. I closed my eyes at the calming feeling.
"I suppose you could come back to the Super Robot with me. We have plenty of food and we're always willing to help." I opened my eyes at him, though I could still not see him completely properly. "Besides, you should get a physical exam with your body in such poor condition." He took my hand and began to lead me elsewhere under his umbrella.
"What are you doing?" I asked, taking my hand away, standing in a defensive position. He turned to me, though I couldn't quite see the look on his face.
"You need not worry, I am only leading you to the robot. You have poor eyesight, that is why you wear glasses, yes?" He caught me off guard with that one. He was an observant cookie indeed. I still gave an unsure look. He took my hand gently. "I will not harm you, you must trust me."
"I don't trust easy." I said, but didn't remove my hand form his just yet. I could tell the look on his face was confused. "The people of this city do not seem to care about me, why you?" His face got wide with a smile.
"Because I am not a human, I am a monkey."
"Fair point."
After a long while of walking in the rain with this stranger we got to a big structure I couldn't quite make out. He took me inside and brought me into a room which I assumed was a med bay. I looked like it form every angle, only more high-tech. After a while of waiting he turned my face by my chin and pressed my glasses against my face. I looked around, happy to be able to see again. He fixed the crack that was there. I smiled and turned back to him, my smile immediately dropping in amazement. He was a blue simian with deep black eyes. He was wearing a lab coat for an odd reason. There was something about him, something about the air around him that made him seem very...alluring for some reason. I looked away, avoiding the look he gave me. He only continued to smile.
"That is the first time I have seen you smile Miss Eme."
I nodded. "Thank you for fixing my glasses."
"Not a problem at all. Now, do relax. I am going to get your physical over with now since you're already here." I did as he requested and stood still throughout the whole thing, doing as he instructed so he could do his job. He frowned very much during the check up, so I took it as a bad thing. I realized it was a bad thing when he brought over a little case, opening it up, and took out a small needle. I jumped off the table and ran to the other end.
"NO!" The look on his face was pure confusion and on mine was terror. I never liked needles. Mentally scarred actually. Every time I saw one I remember that horrid image, waking up to al those doctors, staring at me, needles in hand. Oh how they hurt. He placed the needle down and came over to me, taking my hand.
"You must be given these shots. You are obviously not use to Shuggazoom's environment, therefore more prone to disease." I only shook my head. He lead me back, despite my not wanting to. "Give me your tail, and it will all be over soon." I took my tail protectively in my hands, removing his hand form mine. He sighed and got a medical sheet and handed it to me. "Here, hold this instead of your tail. You'll be okay." He said it with such confidence, I somehow let go and let him take my tail, holding onto the sheet tightly. A few pricks in my tail making me yelp and pull away, only to be pulled back by his gentle hands. Eventually he was done, though I was still gripping the sheet hard. He placed a hand on mine, making me open my eyes and turn to him. His face was intoxicating, that little smile that shined through was hypnotizing. "Was that so bad?"
I blushed and turned away, embarrassed to admit it wasn't as painful as I anticipated.
"A bit."
I was just thinking, watching a program about the universe around us. I didn't understand a lot of what it was saying, but there was nothing else good on. The way the man's voice talked and used all those big words very much reminded me of Gibson. All he needed was a British accent. I smiled at the mere thought of him. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here now. He was the one who found me and took me here, despite trying to steal his umbrella. He was the one who made sure I was physically okay and introduced me to the team. Antauri is now starting to help me with my anger problems and helping me get over the slight trauma I suffered out on the streets. Nova and I are 'partners in crime' so to speak. We have many similarities to give us common ground but enough differences to make us interested about one another. Otto is a cooky cookie, but he is fun to play with. The same could be said about Sparks, even if I didn't always like his attitude. Chiro was neutral for me, though he did seem like a good kid his attitude got on my nerves a bit. Still he was a good kid. Meeting these guys was a great privilege and if it wasn't for Gibson I would't be here now. I owed him so much, and there was something I wanted to do for him. Something special.
It wasn't that hard to think what Gibson would like, so I decided to get him something obviously simple and then something more complicated. I bought him some new beakers since explosions were always breaking his. I then snuck into his library of science books and checked so see which he had, then I went out and managed to find one he didn't have. It was on Physics. I knew he would like it because I couldn't understand a word it said. Either way, it would make for some fun reading. I put both presents in a box and taped it shut then wrapped it in blue wrapping paper with lighter blue circles. I managed to pick out a yellow ribbon to wrap it with. I looked at the present smiling. It was beautiful, and I thought a great present. But before I picked it up to take it to him I stopped and thought for a moment. Why was I doing this? For a friend who helped me? Yes, I owe him so much, but I want to give it to him, I don't feel like I need to. It wasn't mandatory, but I didn't have a problem getting him this present anyway. Just something about him, what was it? His fur? His eyes? His hands? His hands, they always managed to grab my attention. From the little contact I had with him I realized how his hands were perfectly crafted, but he wielded them with great care, making them feel oh so gentle against whatever he touched. I suppose it would make sense for a doctor and a scientist to have gentle hands. I could only imagine what those hands would feel like stroking my own curves, from just under my breasts to my hips.
In fact, what about his gentle caressing around other parts of my body, down my legs and over my chest, stroking only a couple fingers down my tail. I felt a shiver go up my spine and a tickling feelings in places I'm sure weren't appropriate to feel tickling feelings. That was the moment that I realized that I didn't want to give him a present because he helped me back on my feet, I wanted to give him a present because I did, in fact, have feelings for him. I couldn't let him know. What were the chances such a smart monkey like him would love a dumb umbrella-stealer like me? Instead I just picked up his present and began walking slowly towards his lab
