A/N: I'm notorious for having really short chapters, so my apologies if you like long ones

A/N: I'm notorious for having really short chapters, so my apologies if you like long ones.

Kocoum looked at the red haired man in awe, his wild gesturing made Kocoum want to laugh out loud. Refraining, Kocoum thought about how to approach the smaller man without him bolting. It was saddening because all the Indian wanted to do was communicate with the man. But also made him swell with pride, knowing how easily he could strike fear into the others heart.

Watching the English man more closely, Kocoum saw how he was staring fearfully at the tomahawk held in firmly in his hand. Realizing this, Kocoum turned, walked back a few steps, and set the weapon on a rock. It was still in his reach should he need it but far enough that the other man knew that Kocoum meant no harm.

Alexander watched in amazement as the mountain of a man set his weapon down and turned back to him. 'So he doesn't want to hurt me.' Wiggins thought to himself. Millions of thoughts were running through Alexander's head but all thoughts left as the Indian neared again.

This time, Wiggins held his ground, refusing to listen to the little voice in his head telling him to run for his life.

Kocoum stopped a few feet from Wiggins, and stared yet again. Though the man still trembled, he had a determined look in his eyes and Kocoum was surprised. The other man looked up at him apprehensively. Tentatively, Wiggins stuck his hand out.

"My name is Alexander Wiggins." He said, attempting to sound forceful but failing when his voice quivered and broke. Kocoum stared at the white hand in front of him, wondering what the strange man was doing. Alexander dropped his hand when the Indian only stared.

Pointing to himself, Wiggins repeated his name slowly. Then pointing at the larger man, he waited expectantly. Repeating the gesture a few times, Kocoum finally figured out that the man was asking his name.

"Kocoum." The Brave said in a deep, sharp voice. Alexander smiled when he got the answering name. Now just to get his bag back.

"My bag, can I have it back?" Wiggins asked softly, gesturing to the sack that hung by Kocoum's hip. The Indian Brave looked down to where the English man was pointing.

« Oui mais c'est quoi? Comment es-ce que les images sont la? » (Yes, but what is it? How are the images there?) Kocoum asked. Wiggins stared up at the man in confusion, not understanding a word he just said.

Kocoum saw the look of confusion on Wiggins' face and realized the man couldn't understand him either. Sighing, Kocoum slipped the strap of the bag off his shoulder. Alexander's hands shot forward eagerly, but Kocoum pulled the bag sharply out of reach.

Disappointment flashed across Wiggins face when Kocoum pulled his bag away. Bringing the bag back in front of him, Kocoum pulled out Wiggins' sketch pad, letting the rest of the bag fall to the ground. Wiggins flinched when he heard his supplies hitting the ground. Some would surely be broken. But Alexander's attention was drawn back to the man holding his pad, as he pointed at his drawing of a bird sitting on the tree branch.

« C'est quoi? » (What is it?) Kocoum demanded, pointing to the drawing again. He just had to know how this small man had captured such beauty.

"My drawing?" Wiggins answered confused. What did this Indian want with his drawings? Surely he had no use for them.

"Draw…rings?" Kocoum repeated slowly, his English odd sounding with his heavy accent.

"Yes, drawings. I'm an artist." Alexander answered the question in Kocoum's voice. Clearly the man didn't know what an artist was or what drawing was.

Reaching out tentatively, Alexander pulled his pad out of the Indians fingers. Reaching down, he pulled out a piece of charcoal and flipped to an empty page. Settling down on the log, pad on his lap, Wiggins looked at Kocoum intently.

Then his eyes darted back to the paper in front of him and his hand holding the charcoal began to move, creating lines and shapes on the white expanse. Kocoum stared fascinated as the other man worked, watching the paper with interest as the lines continued to form. Wiggins continued to draw, glancing back and forth between the notepad and Kocoum.

After a few minutes, Alexander sat up straight and looked up at Kocoum. Turning the note book towards the larger man, Kocoum gasped at what he saw. Staring back at him was an exact copy…of himself. Perfect to the last feature, Kocoum was amazed with what he saw. Reaching out, his fingers brushed his own face then the face staring back at him from the page. This had to be magic.

Wiggins watched in equal fascination as Kocoum looked at his drawing. Astonishment was clear as day on his face and Alexander couldn't help but laugh softly. Kocoum looked up at the sound into Alexander's smiling face and a smile of his own broke across his stern features.

"You can have it if you like." Wiggins said. Turning the notebook back towards himself, Wiggins tore the page out of the book and held it out to Kocoum. The other man simply stared for a long moment before gingerly taking the paper in his own large hands. He held it like it was made of the most precious thing in the world.

Looking up at Wiggins again, Kocoum asked with his eyes if he could really keep it. A smile in return was all he needed to know that this beautiful creation was really his.

Wiggins looked down and gestured to his bag again, silently asking permission to take it. Kocoum nodded and watched as Alexander leaned down, replacing his pad in the bag and gathering it up, slinging it over his shoulder.

"I have to go home now." Wiggins said, pointing through the trees towards the settlement. He began to retreat slowly, still unsure whether the Indian understood him. Kocoum simply watched as the red haired man retreated further into the woods, back toward his own home.

Kocoum looked down at the drawing he still held, a soft smile on his face. He liked "Alexander Wiggins". Turning, Kocoum began his way back to his own tent, still thinking about the other man.

A/N: It takes me forever to update fics so please be patient. Usually if I have someone telling me they want more wink wink I get my butt into gear. So till next time, my darlings.