Author's Note: Ok, so if this story sounds a little odd it's because it is. There's a prequel to this but it won't be posted until a certain point in this story because it would give away everything. Also this is humanized (don't ask why...that's just the way it came to me). Enjoy and I own nothing but Nexia and Starfleet.
Unusual Orphans
Chapter I, Part I
"Nexia's gonna be okay, right?" Mirage asked worriedly, glancing at his older brother.
"Of course," Jazz said with a forced grin as they crouched in the shadows. "Nex's gonna be fine. Besides she wouldn't want us worrying about her right now." Mirage nodded and refocused on the figures in the street below them. His fingers wrapped around a rock as he surveyed the Prime and his entourage. "Don't throw it," Jazz warned, sensing his younger brother's thoughts.
"Please," Mirage pleaded but Jazz shook his head. Much as he wanted to give in and give the sheltered Prime a lesson he knew it was too dangerous. Jazz's existence in life was now dedicated to seeing Mirage (fifteen) and Nexia (thirteen) alive and healthy. It was quite a job for a seventeen year old but Jazz was determined to do his best at it. Besides that he loved his younger sister and brother and wouldn't see them hurt for anything.
"Let's go," Jazz said and led the way back to where they had come from. The streets of Kaon were dangerous but only if you didn't know where you were going. Jazz, Mirage, and even Nexia who had been sick often since they had come here knew their way around like the back of their hands. The two boys entered their temporary home and were greeted by a slim girl with white blonde hair. Her skin was very pale and slick with a sheen of sweat but she was at least alert.
"Any luck?" she asked without hope. Nexia was nothing if not realistic and the thirteen year old knew it was getting harder and harder for the boys to come up with the antibiotics.
"None," Jazz admitted sadly. It killed him inside to see Nexia like this but there was little he could do.
"That's fine," she said. I'm going back to work tomorrow regardless then." Nexia worked with an old herb woman named Starfleet. Jazz didn't bother arguing. They needed what money Nexia brought in and maybe then they could get the antibiotic for her. The three slipped into restless but equally dreamless sleep. None of them suspected that during this very night their lives were going to be changed radically.
