A/N: Whoah! Hey! New part! Whooho! Welcome to Into the Light, Part Two of Trust Me. Warnings: More-mature-than-in-the-movie!Oh, swear words, slightly-more-adult-than-in-movie!Tip, probably going away from canon...
And yeah. Lucy's kind of a shipper. And fangirl.
Fluff ahead! LOTS of it!
Just sayin', uhm... the first three/four-ish chapters are, like... really fluff. A little bit of angst, maybe? Not quite sure... and then comes the last chapters, and they are a little bit more- humour? Or something?
Let me add one more thing. I couldn't make a decent plot if my life depended on it... so yeah! This is all in the same universe, and they're all very close to each other (a few days/weeks between each 'shot')- a little bit like the movie, actually. Just that the movie has a plot. Yay.
You know what, just... just move on. Read. I'm talking shite again.
WAIT. WAITWAITWAIT. PLEASE tell me what you think about this? Pretty please? *orphan face*
Trust Me – Part Two
Into the Light – Chapter One, Blue and Yellow makes Green.
Word count: 4871
It took about a week for Oh to finally get his shit together and tell Tip about what they were. The day was sunny, and outside, the basic jobs had started up again, like those working in food markets and those such things.
They were sitting alone in Tip's living room, Tip in the couch and Oh opposite of her, in a dark red chair. Tip's Mymom, Lucy, had been gone for a while, buying food just a few blocks away, and the duo hadn't bothered doing anything else then sit down and talk.
Just a few moments ago they'd been laughing their heads of, though really? Neither of them remembered why. So when they'd finally settled down, Oh'd known that it was the right moment, that if he didn't say it now, he'd never be able to.
So he took a deep breath and steeled himself. «Gratuity Tucci,» he begun, and that got Tip's attention. Oh only used her name when it what he was about to say was very, very important. «Does humanspersons believe in soulmates?» he asked, and his voice quivered slightly. Tip's hand shot up to her chest, clutching at something the alien couldn't see, and her eyes widened in a brief moment, before she slowly removed her shivering hand.
«Weeeel. It depends on who you're asking. Some people believe that they have a soulmate, whom is their perfect match. Why do you ask?» she answered, raising an eyebrow. Oh furrowed his own.
«Does you?»
She hesitated, and Oh's heart made rythmic thumb-thu-thu-thumb, thumb-thu-thu-thumb sounds, going faster and faster until Tip finally said «Yeah. But why do you ask?» she demanded, sitting upright in the couch, dragging her feet with her and settling down on them.
Oh drew a sharp, short breath, slowed down time and quickly stocked his thoughts, stocked his words and prepared for war. «Boov… believes, in soulmates, because we know they are reality. Boov cannot to love, they do not do loving. It is not possible, for them. However, some lucky Boov haves a soulmates.»
«Only about ones in a hundreds haves one, and only about ones in a hundreds of them finds their soulmates, because of the souls do not care about time, and not about space. Your soulmates can be anyone. Anything. For Boov, to have a soulmates means loving them. Boov can love their counterparts.»
«Plus alsoes too, for Boov, being away from the soulmates brings hurt. Brings pain.» he finished off softly, and through this speach, thicker and thicker waves and stripes of blue and yellow began dancing over his skin, steadier and steadier as he prepeared for what was to come.
Tip was confused, he could almost smell it. Oh looked down, studying his lap, trying to figure out if he should say something more. He didn't want to. And really, what else could he be saying? There were nothing else left to say.
«Why are you telling me this?» Tip wanted to know, and now, suddenly, she was close, crouching in front of the chair Oh was sitting in, begging for his attention.
«The colour of love,» Oh begun, folded his arms over his chest and turned his face around, ashamed, and closed his eyes, knowing full well that the stripes were covering his body. «It is pink.»
He didn't have to watch to hear Tip's gasp, nor did he have to focus to hear her stumbling two steps bacwards, hitting her legs into the table behind her and growling a low 'ow'. She was stumbling away from him, like he was a dissease, a sickness she didn't want to catch.
It broke his heart slowly, building it up, and Oh knew the yellow was slowly disappearing, more blue taking its place, and had to fight back tears.
Then, suddenly, something pressed lightly against the top of his head, and he spun around, shooting a bewilered look at Tip, who was watching him closely, only inches apart from his face.
She kissed me, he realised, as the pink colour spread from where her lips touched his skin and bloomed over the fading stripes of blue, taking their places and changing him almost completely.
And then she was gone, having quickly jumped over the table and retreated to the couch, and Oh was left confused. «Like that?» she whispered, and her voice nearly broke.
Oh shook, his whole body shaking lightly. He couldn't read her feelings; they were deep, too deep, he didn't understand he couldn't understand, and it was frustrating, and if he didn't get more control over his own feelings he would have a minor panick attack soon-
He nodded, mutely. Tip looked like he'd just confirmed her worst nightmares, and fell down on the couch, turning around so she'd be laying on her back, closed her eyes and flung an arm over them. Oh watched her carefully, trying to bottle his own feelings and understand hers, giving her time to think and working on pushing time forward.
Eventually, Tip removed her arm and clanced over at him. «I'm your soulmate?» she asked, her voice a hurried whisper. She sounded tired. Old.
«Yes.» Oh said, and then, rushed on with «And I am yours.» This was important for him to make her understand; she wasn't stuck with him, he was stuck with her too, this wasn't one sided and if it hurt one of them it would hurt both.
«How long have you known?» Tip demanded.
«Since… since I ran away.» he answered, nervousness again growing, and the pink colour Tip had planted began fading away.
His counterpart groaned, and he winced. «Tip, I-.» he started, not knowing exactly what to say after that, but Tip interrupted him.
«Humans- humans don't think it has to be a romantical relationship- is that right?» she asked.
Oh thought about it. No, for Boov, it was only romantical feelings in place, but what about with the humanspersons? He didn't know, and it hurt, not knowing, because Tip asked him, and- «It depends» he decided upon. «When you were alonely in Australia… how dids you feel?»
Tip froze, and used a long, long time upon deciding herself, before she mumbled «I thought I was gonna die. My stomach hurt. My head hurt. My heart was racing and I could almost- almost not breathe. It was horrible.»
It felt like someone had stabbed Oh with a knife and then twisted it around. Twice. It was his fault, leaving her alone like that- it's just not something you do, to your soulmate, and once again he was left clenching his teeth and wishing he was anything but Boov. Instincts, bloody, damn instincts. «I am sorry.» he told her, and really, really meant it.
«For what?» Tip asked, bewildered.
Oh squirmed in his seat. «That is not a humanspersons thing. It is Boov. Since I am Boov, it affected you. So, no. Boov has- romantic? Relationships. W… we, has, too.» he explained, and Tip's mouth fell open in a small 'o'.
«That was what all that was about!» she cried, flapping her arms and sitting up in the couch. «Ph- physical distance, am I right?»
Oh nodded, amazed at how quick she'd gotten it.
«So… is there a way we can ignore this?» Tip wondered, in the same excited tone, and Oh's face fell. She didn't even want to be asocitated with him in thay way. Didn't even want to give it a try. He had to admit, his self-esteem sucked from before. He didn't need his soulmate to tell him to sod off.
Seing his face, Tip quickly raised her hands. «Oh, no no no no no! I didn't mean I wanted to, but I'm curious, yeah?»
Oh relaxed slightly, but did eye his soulmate suscpiciously. He didn't trust her on that just yet. «No. Ignoring it will make it worse.» he said. «Now, being away from you hurt only if it is a long way to you. But! after time, as we develop f-feels, it will bring hurt not to touch. Holding hands, yes, okay, it will cease, kissing, yes, okay, but even later?» He stumbled slightly, but didn't hesitate to keep it going.
«We wills has to do… more. Stuff.»
Tip turned slightly green. «Ah- o-okay. I… I see.»
Oh opened his mouth to say something, but again, Tip interupted him. Her expression was unfocused, carefully blank, but her feelings… she was understaning something, something important, and- was that what humans called being 'mind-blown'? «Y-you said, pink was the- the colour of love?»
Oh coloured slightly, but nodded his agreement. She would eventually figure it out, anyways. Tip went silent for a while, just staring at him, until she blurted out with «Oh, are you in love with me?», her mouth hanging agape in a small circle.
He didn't hesitate. In reality, he really couldn't hesitate. «Yes.»
He awaited everything. Anything. Expected anything. Hitting, kicking, yelling, crying, accusing or being abruptly left- but he hadn't thought about the outcome of Tip gasping with relief.
«Oh, thank Merlin!» she exclaimed, throwing herself backwards into the couch, falling against the cuchions and laughing a breathy laughter. «I thought I was the only one!»
Oh frowned, ignoring the strange wording. «Are you- in love with you?»
«No, silly!» Tip smiled, rasing from the cushions trying to eat her. «I'm in love with you.»
He gasped, time slowed down, and he was left to, yet again, watch his own body from the outside. He was white, white with shock.
He'd never suspected her to say that; never, in his whole life. He'd never expected anyone to say that! «I've known that I was falling for you since we crossed the Atlantics!»
That left him in silence. It was a- long, long time ago, or at least, so it felt. Is it really just a week ago? So they sat there, in silence, in a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes, looking into the depths and discovering things they'd yet to knowledge or think about.
They would've said something, of course, if they could, but Tip's Mymom chose to burst through the door at that exact moment, with a loud bang and talking and laughing, and her simple presence broke the magic. «Hey, Tippy, help me with these bags, yeah?» she called from the hallway, causing Tip to blink confused.
Tip shot up from the couch like something'd bitten her and went to help her mother. But before she reached the door into the hallway, she shot Oh a knowing look.
We're not done with this conversation yet, that look screamed, and Oh answered with his own.
You bet we're not.
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Humming, Oh'd figured out, was an amazing thing. Back on the Boov ship, you didn't simply sing. It wasn't a thing you did. It wasn't done, it simply wasn't. You could sing, alright, but only if you absolutley had to, or was good at it.
If you were caught doing it, people weren't allowed to judge you, since singing in a group was the most important way of communication in the earlier days- but singing alone? Na-ah. Not happenin'. Not a thing. Simply not a thing.
Humming? It was worse.
But, after Oh'd spent time down on Earthland, he'd figured out that humanspersons enjoyed singing. And humming. Whatever.
'…if you want the humans to like you, you could begin to like our stuff'
She was his soulmate. He wanted to please her, goddammit! And he was going to. He wasn't exactly sure of what he was singing. Humming. Urgh. But it was nice, he liked the tempo and rythm he could feel grow steady inside of him.
Right before the rythm hit its climax, Oh walked past an almost closed door, and a hand shot out from the room within.
Before Oh could do anything about it, he was being dragged into the dark room, and before he could make any kind of sound, a well-known hand placed itself over his mouth. He relaxed slightly.
Tip.
Another hand covered his eyes, and he found himself being pushed into a sitting position on the floor. And then both hands were gone in the half of a second.
Oh blinked owlishly at the room. The light was a dim, purple/pink-ish duse colour. They were sitting… under a carpet? Under a blanket? There were pictures and post-it papers scattered across the floor and on the walls, and in a few corners there were standing empty tin-cans or bags, who once had held food.
Tip was sitting in the middle of it, a smug grin in place and her hair bouncing everywhere. Oh begun to smile, but then he got a glance at something behind her, and shot a look that way.
There was a hanging, poorly drawn picture of a Boov. Its feet and hands were too long, but the worst part was the two words scrawled over the paper. Die, Boov. Not much further up, there was an almost empty paper. It was written one simple word on it: Boov. Around it, there was drawn a red circle. It looked like a 'stop' sign.
Oh's smile turned into a scowl.
Tip, following his gaze, turned around and looked at the pictures. Her confused face turned into a red tomato. «I- I'm sorry- this was my hideout in a week after you… uhm… invaded the planet. I was in a- foul mood.» she hurriedly explained, tearing down the pictures, ripping them appart, crumbling them together to small paper balls and then throwing them away with such fiercness it almost surprised him.
Oh followed her every move. «It is okay» he reassured her. The reason he'd scowled was simple, but not the first to pop up in someone's mind, that's for sure. He wasn't mad at Tip, he was mad at himself and the Boov for making her feel like that.
«Well, anyways.» Tip coughed. «You must wonder why I brought you 'ere-!» she exclaimed, deepening her voice and playing pretend, opening up her arms as if to signalize that this was her Evil Lair.
«Are you seriously doing the Evil Monolouge to me?» Oh asked, smiling at his soulmate.
She gave him a knowing look. «Maybe. But there is a reason I brought you here.»
Oh mock-gasped. «Was it not to see my pretty face?» he exclaimed, and Tip snorted.
«Noooo, not entirely.»
Oh waited.
«I- what… what's gonna happen now?» she finally managed to get out. Oh frowned. «Between us.»
He shifted around for a little bit, considering. «Wel,» he croaked. As far as he saw it, there were four things they could do. The first one was to get together, boyfriend and girlfriend. Boovfriend? Anyways. Ignoring the bond completely. It would get worse over time, but as long as they stayed together, that wouldn't be a problem.
If they didn't stay together…
Well. He didn't want to think about that.
Secondly, they could ignore everything completely. The bond, their feelings, everything. Oh refused. That was not gonna happen. Nah.
Thirdly, they could get together and know about the bond, wait for the right moment and then seal it. It would happen eventually, but Oh was tired. Of waiting.
The fourth one? Seal the bond there. and then. It would help their feelings grow steady in the right direction, and basically make them never want to leave each other. It made it impossible to leave each other. He liked the idea, but… Tip.
«We coulds to seal the bond.» he tried, shooting her a questioning glance. She furrowed her brows.
«What- would that do?» she asked carefully.
Oh thought about it for a moment. There wasn't much stuff documented about this, so all he knew was the things he knew from other Boov. Though, there were one thing he knew for sure, being able to figure it out himself.
«Close the eyes.» Oh said. Tip looked uncertain. «I am not going to do any of things to you. Just- close the eyes.»
She did, and he took a deep breath. This was almost as meditating, he decided, and that made it a little bit better. «Focus. Think. Concentrate. What does you feel?» he asked. He knew it, of course, but if he told her, she'd never understand. She had to feel it herself before she could even believe it.
She frowned in concentration, trying to do as Oh told her to. Then she gasped, and Oh smirked. «I- empty. H-hollow.» she whispered, and now she was confused. «It- it feels like I'm just- gone. And my thoughts are scattered, I don't know what's wrong, and my feelings are-! Oh, what's wrong with me!?»
Oh stopped her abruptly by placing a hand on her knee. He knew what was going on, and if Tip didn't stop now she'd have a panick attack. He'd done it a few times the last week, trying to find out if he could feel that he missed something.
The feeling she described was very much like the one he'd had, and he knew that the longer she kept it going, the worse it would get. Oh'd learned when to stop; Tip hadn't.
«Sealing the bond would stop it. Fix it.» Oh told her, and Tip's eyes snapped open.
«Fix it!» she croaked, and Oh froze for a short moment. Did she- had he gone too far? Had she been gone too long? Tip coughed lightly. «Wh-what else?» she asked, suddenly curious again, and Oh breathed relieved a hasty gasp.
«We may- build a connection? With our heads-?» he said, wondering a little about it. In the few documents he'd found about sealing he bond, it was just saying they would have a connection, but it didn't explain much.
Tip's eyes widened. «Like- you could read my thoughts?»
«No!» Oh shrieked, and clamped his mouth shut, slapping a hand over it and staring at Tip for a moment. Then he closed his eyes again, sighed, and took his hand away. «And- if it dids, you coulds to read my too. But no, that is untrue. I- it is like- I do not know!» he cried, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
Tip was staring at him, and he carefully blocked away her feelings. «This is not normality. This is not- simplicity. There is few information about this, and- it is not much. I do not know!»
Tip carfully dropped her hands in her lap, and looked down at them. Oh studied her carefully. He'd flashed bright red there, for a second, biting around just air and going back to how it was earlier, and in a short moment he could remember fires and voices and animal hunting, singing, and he could feel leather against his skin.
He shook his head. It wasn't often it happened to him, but sometimes, when he was acting wild or- or barbaric or something, he'd get short glances of what the Boov once was. He shot a thought at the Ithemba he still carried around.
Tip looked up. Shrugged. «It's worth a shot.» she smiled, and Oh had to think a little bit to remember what they were talking about. Ah.
«There will be no returning» he warned her.
She shrugged again, a maniac and rebelling grin playing at her mouth, tugging at the corners of her lips. «I don't care. I'd love to try.»
And so Oh smiled brightly. They were trying.
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«Okay, so, right here, right now?» Tip asked just a few moments later. Oh noedded mutely, as he shuffled around a little bit, pushing things aside so they'd have a circle of cleanliness around them. «Will it hurt? Is it easy? How long time will it take?»
Oh turned around, shot Tip a dirty look and checked his pocket to see if he had anything dangerous in it. Nope.
Okay. They were about to begin. «Tip.» he said. «Gratuity Tucci.»
The brown skinned, green eyed humansgirl who were every kind of alien to him, looked at him with trusting eyes. «Does you trust me?» he blurted out.
She didn't hesitate. «Yes. Yes, I do.» she said.
Oh breathed in, and then out. It wasn't a gasp, or a sigh, but it was closeness to both. Good. «Then. Close the eyes again.»
Tip considered him, and he knew what she saw. What she was. He was as alien to her as she was to him, but yet, look at them. Sitting under a blanket. Loving each other and trusting each other. If any other Boov would be sitting there instead of Oh, that Boov wouldn't be looking at his counterpart, wouldn't be looking at his partner in crime and would definatley not be looking at their soulmate.
If any human were there instead of Tip, she, or he, would be looking at an disgusting alien in weird clothing, with a steady growing pink colour tainting their skin.
But they saw each other, not an alien. They saw their soulmate, their perfect fit, their second soul, and they couldn't do anything else then love the other.
They saw past everything that separeted them from each other –skin colour, size, height, species- and found a life-long friend, lover and so absolutley just another being.
In the other's eyes, they saw love. They saw trust. They saw hope, they saw past and present and future, and neither of them wanted to loose it.
Tip's eyes fluttered close.
She recognized the feeling now, and she was surprised at how deep it ran; but she was even more surprised when she realised she felt it, exactly how deep it ran.
Oh took a deep breath. He'd never done this before. How was he going to do it? Very few Boov did it, in these times, but some young rebellions sometimes wanted to know how it was, and so they did it, but it wasn't often.
But, the old ritual had its rules, and if Oh didn't follow them… bad stuff could happen.
He leaned in slowly, trying not to startle the girl, and pressed his lips gently against her's.
There were a short moment were Oh didn't get a reaction, a short, heartbreaking moment where he was sure that, of course she doesn't want this, she doesn't want this, she doesn't wish for this, she doesn't need this, doesn't want you-
And then Tip let out a short gasp, and Oh realised he'd messed with time again when she, feeling the pressure against her lips, pressed back.
It was- surprisingly nice, actually, to feel her lips against his own. It felt like coming home, it felt like he belonged there, as if those lips were made for him. And, in the back of his mind, he could feel her precense for the third time, pressing against him.
He knew she didn't notice him, but he noticed her. He didn't reach out, didn't try to contact her, but he bathed and embraced the feeling of Tip just being there.
When he broke it off, they were both panting slightly, and if they'd been done with the ritual, Oh'd just disappeared into a blissfull daze. But it wasn't over yet, and this was the part he both were excited and scared of.
He finally managed to croak out the words he'd wanted to say for more then just a week- and actually mean them.
«I love you.» he whispered, and looked into Tip's eyes, begging that she understood. She couldn't say anything else, not now, she had to-
He knew the exact moment she did understand it. Her eyes widened briefly, her mouth opened slightly and Oh gave the smallest of nods to encourage her. She swallowed, and then, laying every ounce of feeling she could poure into it, she told him back-
«I love you, too.»
And then a lot of stuff happened at once. Oh had to slow down time and really focus to get it, but he did end up with a basic understanding.
First of, a pair of white, glowing chains snapped shut around his and Tip's wrists, linking them together.
Secondly, Tip whimpered slightly when the pink-ish light turned off, and the only source of light was the white chains.
Thirdly, Tip took both of his hands in hers, so the chains would hang in between them and not being stretched over a distance.
Forthly, he squeesed her hands when she whimpered, because all of this happened at the same time.
«Oh?» Tip whispered, the white light playing over her face, creating shadows in the hills and dales, marking a landscape and playing her life-story in her eyes. Oh couldn't do more then whisper a slight 'sh', because he was begining to feel- different. Just- different. He couldn't explain it, it felt like his thoughts just kind of-
left him?
A blue, glowing orb slid out of his chest, at the size of a ping-pong ball. Tip gasped slightly, and then another orb slid out of her chest, slightly larger, at the size of a tennis-ball, and it was a deep yellow, almost orange.
Oh was breathless. Awed. He'd heard about this, slightly, at least- «Are those…» Tip whispered, and her voice sounded flat. When Oh glanced up at her, her eyes looked dead. Like there were no emotion in them, none of that usual playful-ness.
«Our souls, yes.» Oh finished, and his voice sounded blank, too, even if he could hear the awe dripping of them like chocolatte.
And then the orbs began moving towards each other, at a slow, steady pace. Tip eyed them carefully, while the only thing Oh did, was looking at her. And then, Oh knew she'd realised what it was doing.
Their souls would melt together, and then part.
He knew it, though how was a different answer.
The two orbs met in the middle, and Oh could feel the warmth radiating from them, studying each other and discovering their deepest secrets.
And then they hit each other, and, without hesitating, melted into each other, blending, and Oh could feel a slight tug at his stomach. Deep, deep down in his throat, a low growling sound began to bloom.
«Oh!» Tip whimpered at him, and he tried to stop the sound. It didn't stop. Rather, it began with Tip, too, and she blinked rappidely.
Oh shrugged lightly, just as the colour of the orbs changed from blue and yellow to a dark green, forest green, moss green, beautiful green.
Oh smiled lightly as the orb split into two parts, and looked up, only to find Tip staring at him. She looked desperate, and scared, and Oh felt slightly guilty for putting her in this situation; she was scared, and he knew it.
And then the orbs hit home, drifted into his and Tip's chest again, and his ability to think rushed back into him. He gasped, just as the same time as Tip did, and the chains disappeared, faded away.
Tip fell against him, and he cought her on instinct. He could feel her, now, at the back at his mind, pushing him, believing in him and knowing him.
He didn't feel much different, but different, he felt.
«Oh?» Tip whispered from where her face was burried in his chest. He nodded gently, knowing she could feel him but not see him.
She looked up, reached up, and when Oh met her gaze his heart almost stopped. Her eyes were a shade deeper, and they were blinking, shimmering and sparkling, and she was actually happy.
He couldn't resist- he had to kiss her, and so he did, pushing his lips gently against her's, and her precense in his mind doubled. Wow, she thought, and kissed him back.
It was a slow, gentle yet meaningful kiss, and Oh had to answer her. Yeah, I know.
Tip froze slightly, pulled away and looked into his eyes. She was searching after something, though he did not know what. «Was that you?» she whispered, and her eyes lit up when he nodded slowly, a smile spreading his lips.
She kissed him, and before he could really answer, she was talking to him again, in her mind. You can hear me?
Load and clear.
Tip pulled away again, smiling widely, before she slowly sat up on her knees, her whole body basically sparkling. «That's so cool!» she said, and laughed.
Oh smiled at her, dragging himself up, and shooting a short glance at his hands, he saw they were burning a deep, hot pink.
It'd worked, and he didn't realise it before now. The smile he already was smiling grew slightly, and he had to take deep breaths to not go JoX again.
It worked! They'd sealed the bond, he knew it, he could feel her-
the path they'd chosen couldn't be anything but hard, but they would get through it, they would get through it and onto the other side.
Oh knew they would.
‑End Chapter One-