A/N: Okay first off I want to say a big fat SORRY for any bad formatting- I wrote this on my laptop and transferred it to my phone because it won't let me upload on my laptop for some mysterious reason. So I've edited as best as I can to make it work on here, but it might still be dodgy in some places.

Liesl lived in Heatmore, where nothing really happened. It was hot, dry, kind of sandy and had a great volcano that overlooked the run-down town that Liesl lived just on the fringes of. It was one of those towns that made you lose faith in stitch-anity; it was greasy and grimy and full of unsavoury business, like MURDER. Okay, not murder. Usually. More like… money swindling and… theft. But Liesl liked to think that behind the scenes MURDER happened too- just to spice things up. After all, it was a boring, dead town. Nothing happened. Nothing ever happened, which was why she was rather surprised when, one day, she drew back her bedroom curtains and saw a spaceship had crash landed in her backyard.

It took a few moments for the peculiar sight to be computed by her foggy brain, but once it had got the general gist that SOMETHING had actually HAPPENED in HEATMORE, she let out an unearthly shriek, yanked open her bedroom door and almost fell down the stairs on her way to the backdoor.

Meanwhile, the 'space craft', or so it was thought of by the aforementioned spectator, was busy dropping all of its parts, some of which looked kind of important and necessary for it to fly. The door flung open and a flume of steam exploded into the cool morning air, before a little man tumbled out just as Liesl barrelled into the garden at high speed, fists at the ready.

"A'ight! Put 'em up, punk!" The little candle grasped the cuff of the alien's shirt with her hands and shoved him up against the side of his contraption. "I'll punch you to ribbons!"

"I rather think the phrase you're looking for is 'cut you to ribbons.'" The strange alien, whom now she was looking at closely and saw that he appeared to have a transparent head with a few cracks at the corners, dared to retort to her threat.

"Shuddup!" (Liesl had learnt that the best way to respond to come-backs was to pretend they hadn't been spoken in the first place.) She squinted at him, scanning his glowing eyes and trying to figure out whether he was a threat or not. Really, everyone around here was, so it wasn't a question she should even bother asking… although this little guy seemed a little different somehow.

He also seemed to have a concussion; his head was rising and falling, and his focus was definitely not where it should be- on her. "'Scuse me." He slurred, before his head fell to his chest and stayed there.

"Huh." Liesl let him go and stared at him as he slumped to the dirty ground. The western TV series and her… interesting,childhood had not taught her how to deal with a threat once they passed out in your arms. So, naturally, she hauled him into the house, and put him into bed.

"You're a disgrace to this family." The scowl on his father's face cut deep into his heart, and Newton felt himself scrambling backwards across the floor to try and escape the harshness of it.

"You're an embarrassment, you should be stuffed into a box like the titans."

"A pathetic excuse for a son."

"You're useless."

It hadn't gotten to the point where he couldn't tell whether the voice was coming from the apparition of his father, or from somewhere else. Suddenly they seemed all around him, echoing in the sky, chasing him as he began to run- but to where? The space that he was running into just seemed to get darker and darker, more and more shadows fell over his path until he was completely engulfed in darkness. The voices were everywhere now, and it felt like they were eating him alive-

"HelloOOO? Do you take SUGAR?"

Newton burst awake, limbs scattering everywhere as he struggled to orientate himself. Once he had managed to turn himself right ways up and sit, he saw that the strange candle lady from one of his fragmented dreams was standing in front of him, tray in her hands, on which was a box of sugar cubes next to two cups of steaming coffee.

"Oh sorry, you probably still have concussion, huh?" She broke into a smile. "Do you take sugar?" She 'whispered' in a voice that was barely louder than the first.

He blinked slowly, looking around the room in a haze. "Where… Where am I? Are you… a fairy?"

"Ay! Call me a fairy I'll knock your block off!" She shook her fist, briefly forgetting about the tray in her arms and spilling scalding coffee on her arm. A large chunk of wax dripped off, and was quickly replaced from…. within her arm?? "I'm not a fairy! I'm Liesl Boulanger and I'm the last face you'll ever see if you keep with the attitude!"

Newton flung his hands in front of his face, shaking. "I- uh! I didn't mean to push any buttons!"

"Damn right you didn't!" She looked incredibly pleased with herself for some reason, and was eyeing up his worried face. "Who're you?"

"Me?" He pointed to himself, "I- I'm Newton. I don't- could you please tell me where I am?"

"Fufufufu…" She set the tray down on a bedside table and planted her hands on her hips. "You're in Heatmore, buddy!"

"Heat…more?" Confusion swelled in his brain in such excess his head hurt, causing him to clutch it and groan. "I've never heard of it."

"Gah! There you go again with the attitude!" Liesl fumed, taking it upon herself to sit on the side of the bed he was tucked up in.

Wait- how did he get into a bed? Surely she hadn't-

"Your big ass ship thing crashed in my Dad's backyard." She gave him a toothy grin, explaining as if having read his mind. "He's a bit… difficult, but don't worry, he's not here at the moment. So where are you from?"

"N-needlepoint? Th… The mountains." He slid further down under the covers. "My head- it hurts…"

"Needlepoint? Never heard of that neither." Liesl shrugged. "I'll say astronaut boy! You've got cracks all over your shiny head!"

"Wait- what?!" Newton bolted up straight in panic. "I- I need a mirror!"

Liesl paused. "Well… Okay." She turned around and rummaged through a dresser for some time until she found what she was looking for; a small hand-held mirror that she then handed to Newton.

Shaking, he followed his finger along a large, jagged cut that ran from his forehead just over the top of his eye. "Oh-oh no-"

"Hey, it's not that bad!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see her face fixed in a confident smile. "I've seen worse. Anyway, it makes you look totally bad ass!"

"M-me? Bad ass?" He almost smiled. "Thank you…?"

"Oh yeah! The coffee." Liesl picked up the tray from table and placed it on his lap, over the covers.

"C-coffee? You don't have tea do you?-" He saw the murderous glint in her eyes and quickly picked up the cup and had a sip. "I mean, coffee is uh, lovely!"

Liesl let out a deep sigh and slid off the side of the mattress to the tiled floor, and rested her back against the side of the bed. "Good. I think you should rest for a bit." She gazed towards the window. "I guess… we'll worry about that ship thing of yours later."

There was a metallic 'click' from down the stairs, and a sound of a door opening. Newton watched as Liesl's expression went from neutral to slightly fearful. "Oh. He's back already?" She got to her feet and looked around uncertainly for a moment. "I wonder when he'll notice the back-"

"What the bloody hell- LIESL!"

"That was quick!" Liesl cursed, and gave him a smile that seemed to be to try and calm his nerves, but only looked a bit manic. "Be right back." She hopped out of the room and he faintly heard the thumps of her going down the stairs.

He took this moment to lean back against his pillow and take a breath. So, this was a place called Heatmore…? He had crashed his air ship here… oh, that's right; he had run out after having an argument with Papa…

Papa… Newton gathered the duvet up around his chest and rested his chin upon it. So… he was right about me being a failure… I couldn't even run away without crashing and causing more trouble for people around me… At least he could remember that though. From the size of the crack across his head, he thought he would have forgotten. There was still about the matter of his ships repairs though. His father was the one who had built it after all, could Newton really repair it and make it sky worthy again? He supposed he would find out.

He lifted his head as the bedroom door opened again, revealing a worried looking Liesl and a very… very tall intimidating man who looked like Liesl, but sharper in every feature, and dressed in the drabbest grey robes Newton had ever seen.

"Uh… Huh-hello-" He began sheepishly, but his unwitting host had already flown to the side of the bed and was looming over him with a glare set to kill.

"Do you have any idea of the cost of the damage you've caused to my property?" He hissed, nearing his face to Newton's.

"I can pay!" He quickly blurted out. "W-well, my Papa can…"

"Your Papa, eh? …Ah, I know you." The tall candle stick stepped back. "You're Captain Pud's son. That cretin who almost ended the world a few months back."

"Woah- you're that Newton?" Liesl gawked from behind her father.

He turned his glare onto her until she flinched, then back to Newton.

"You better not bring trouble here, or you'll find our punishments are much. More severe." He drew back. "I suppose I have no choice but to let you stay… for now. After all, I'll need to bill you for the damage you've done and ask you to remove your vehicle from my back yard."

"Liesl, you see to our 'guest', if you can find it in yourself to handle that. Don't trouble me. Is that clear?"

"…Yeah." Liesl didn't take her eyes from him until he fled the room, the door slamming behind him.

After a few moments, she bounded back up to Newton's side, "You see what I mean? Grumpy bastard. We better stay clear of him, he's always in a bad mood."

Newton stared at her astounded, pity blooming in his chest. "That's your Papa?"

"The one and only." Liesl snorted, and a puff of smoke flared from the end of the wick sticking out from her head. "It's okay. It's not so bad around here when you get over all the guys who live here."

Everyone who lives here…? But that's more or less the entire town. He nodded, but made a mental note to hurry out of this place as fast as he could.