A/N: This is going to be the first of a series of stories about a character i've made called Xandar, and his wanderings around the tribe world. A few of The Tribes past and current characters will be showing up in these stories, so i hope you enjoy them.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Tribe or any of the characters in the tv show, i'm just borrowing them

Chapter One: Curiosity Killed the Rat

The stars didn't look the same any more, they should of but they didn't, and he didn't know why. They were the same shape, size and colour as before. Their positions in the sky hadn't changed either, but they were different. He couldn't quite tell why, he'd been thinking about it for months. Maybe it was because there wasn't any more pollution, so the stars seemed brighter. Or, as there weren't any more adults around, they seemed further away. He didn't know, but they weren't the same as he remembered them. Not that his memory was the most reliable, he didn't even know who he was or where he came from.

"XANDAR!" A high pitched voice shouted.

Xandar turned his head away from the sky and looked up the hill he was lying on. He could see smoke rising up into the air from the fire he knew was lit at the top.

"XANDAR, WHERE ARE YOU!?!" the voice shouted again.

This time Xandar decided to get to his feet. He climbed the hill heading towards the fire. When he reached the top of the hill his gaze fell upon a girl. She was no older than 15, with long brown hair flowing down her back. He walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She let out a small squeal and span round. Her dazzling green eyes met his and for a moment she stood still, then her face broke out into a smile and she hugged him.

"You're ok." She said, sounding relieved. "I thought that something had happened to you."

"I'm fine Jane, but you should really stop shouting. We don't know who could be out there." Xandar reprimanded.

"Stop worrying, we're fine. There's no-one round here for miles. Now come and have something to eat." Jane said and she grabbed his had and led him over to the fire.

Xandar sat down next to an old tattered rucksack. He reached into it and pulled out two plates, then went into the side pockets and withdrew two pen-knives. Jane took a fish form over the fire and shared it between the two plates.

"So have you thought any more on where we're headed?" Jane asked.

"Well earlier today I saw some smoke rising from behind those tree's to the north. So I thought we'd head that way. Hopefully there'll be a town or something because we're running low on supplies." Xandar replied.

"Yeah I could really do with eating something other then fish and beans." Jane moaned.

"Don't get your hopes up too much, it was probably just a camp fire, and even if it was from a town there's no guarantee they'll be anything left to take."

"Aren't you full of positive thoughts."

"I'm just being realistic. Now come and wash your plate in the stream."

They both got up form around the campfire and headed down the hill Xandar was lying on earlier. At the bottom they washed their pots in the stream. Five minutes later they were under the cover of trees in separate Survival bags that Xandar had had in his rucksack.

"I don't see why we have to sleep in this creepy forest instead of the field, or why we can't have proper sleeping bags?" Jane moaned.

"Like I've told you before, we sleep under the trees because it will be harder for anyone to see us. And we use these Survival bags because they take up less space And they're easier to dry if they get wet. Now stop moaning and get some sleep. We've got an early start tomorrow."

Xandar lay facing Jane for a few minutes, absently playing with a dog tag that hung around his neck, until he heard her slow breathing which meant she had fallen asleep. He turned onto his back and realised he had hold of his dog tags. They were the only thing that he had that showed he'd had a life before the virus hit. The only problem was that he didn't know what that life was.

The first memory he had was waking up in a bed with Jane looking down at him. She had told him that he was found on the street unconscious and that her family had taken him in. A few days after he was found Jane's parents fell ill, and only a week later they were dead. So Xandar, Jane and her older brother left the comfort of their home. But why was he found unconscious on the street? And who were his parents? The same two questions bounced around Xandars head until he fell asleep.

Xandar found himself standing in a long plain white corridor. There were no windows, the only light came from the florescent tubes above him, which gave the corridor a slightly eerie feel. Two doors stood at either end of the corridor and he felt a strange pull to go through the closest one.

Before Xandar could go through the door he realised that he wasn't alone. Too his right was a small boy with short spiky hair, who looked about 13. Too his left was a beautiful girl with an Amazon look to her, who was about 14 years old. Xandar was about to ask them who they were when the small boy turned to him and spoke.

"Look we can't just go barging in there!" he whispered

"You're not backing out on us now are you?" the girl replied

Without any control over his own voice Xandar joined in the whispered conversation too.

"Yeah you've heard what they're trying to do."

"No, I'm not backing out. I just think we need a plan before we go in there or…"

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Xandar woke up with a start and opened his eyes to see the sun shining down through the treetops.

"What was that noise?" he asked

"It was a motorbike." Jane replied

"A motorbike! Are you sure? We haven't seen a working car or bike since the virus hit."

"I'm positive. It had two wheels, a guy sitting on top and was going really fast." Jane said in a hurt voice.

"Ok, I believe you. Which way did it go?"

"It headed in the direction of that smoke you saw yesterday." Jane pointed over the trees to the north as she spoke.

"We'll follow it then. We were heading in that direction anyway. So we'll just follow the tracks. I want to find out where they got their bike from."

"Are you sure you want to do that? You know the old saying, curiosity killed the rat."

Xandar shook his head and gave a little chuckle.

"It's cat, not rat." He pointed out. "Now come on and pack your survival bag away."

It only took them a couple of minutes to pack up and head out from under the trees into the open field. Xandar easily spotted the tracks the motorbike had left and they set off after them.