R&R! please.

I'm hoping this story ends up being funny. I'm more of a sharp wit than an all jokster. Hope you enjoy.

I changed the ending a little bit.

Chapter 2

Her eyes snapped open as she noticed the pelican descend. She groaned feeling drowsy and foggy minded. Her back felt weird as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Somewhere in the back of her mind it scared her that she could not really feel her back. As she was pushing herself up the pelican landed with wrenching thud that sent her sprawling across the hard metal floor.

Immediately the corpsman was at her side, "Whoa, careful kid, take it easy." Gently he helped her sit up.

"OK! Let's go troops." Said her sergeant, she didn't need to be told she could get off. She grabbed her fatigue shirt by her side and jumped up, walking towards the exit. The world spun. The world wasn't supposed to spin like this.

She tripped and summersaulted down the ramp, getting a mouth full of dirt. It took several attempts to spit it all out. Dizzy and confused she shook her head. She stumbled to her feet and walked like a drunkard for a few steps until she fell to her knees.

"I, uh- I don't feel so good" the corpsman came to her side. She looked up at him and grinned stupidly.

"I told you to take it easy. I gave you a painkiller. Your mind isn't all there." He said pointing to his head. She tried to figure it out.

"Well where did it go?" the corpsman laughed, oh he was so tired, "I don't know maybe we can find it later." She smiled at the thought of it.

John watched astonished at this drugged up girl stumbling about. She smiled brilliantly confused to everything except that she knew she was home. She looked about the camp, still on her knee she was unsure of what she really saw how her drugged mind viewed the world, he would never know. He went to the corpsman and picked the girl up

The world fell away from beneath her and she screamed completely panicked. When the world stopped moving she stopped screaming. The world fell away further she screamed again. She was vaguely aware of someone laughing. Quickly with wide eyes she glanced around and found herself face to face with a gold visor.

"Ooh, my hair is messy." She struggled to fix it. John bit his lip unsure of what to do. Once satisfied with her hair she beamed at her reflection, "Pretty."

She fell against his chest, head hitting it with a thud. He was carrying her awkwardly; he had picked her up from her kneeling position, planning on shifting her so she would be laying bridal style. But at the moment, it just looked like he was cradling her. John looked up at the corpsman who was still laughing.

"I'm sorry, all she needs is sleep." He directed him to where he could find her tent.

She shared the tent with three other girls who were currently not there. He went to the bunk that looked as if it hadn't been used in a while and threw back the covers to lay her down. Swiftly he had her boots removed and the covers up to her shoulders.

He turned and left the tent outside was a patrolling group of helljumpers. They stopped when he came out of a girls' tent and gave him an evil glare.

"Men are not allowed in women tents." The leader snarled. John didn't need to explain himself, not only was he under orders, and their senior ranking officer, but helljumpers were notorious for mingling where they didn't belong, namely, said female tent. He didn't need to be criticized by hypocrites. He glared at them, fully aware of how uncomfortable it made people feel before he turned and left to his own tent.

As he left, the helljumpers went to the tent and opened the flap to see Private First Class Tiffany Reynolds sleeping from a week's hard work.

Tiffany woke hours later, tongue feeling thick and fuzzy. She knew what that meant; she had been knocked out by medication. She rose and looked around to find herself in her bed. The tent was gray in lighting. It would be near about time for dinner. But there would be no dinner for her until she showered. Weary, but sure footed, she went to find her corpsman.

"Do I have stitches?" she couldn't check herself because her whole abdomen was wrapped in white bandages.

"Yes. I assume you'd like a shower?"

"Most definitely." She said with sincerity.

"Alright, come hop up here." He said, patting a bed. She did as she was told and removed her shirt. Carefully, the doc cut her bandages away, avoiding her black sports bra, her only means of some modesty. "I cleaned the skin around your wounds so I'm just going to put a seal over them so you can wash yourself without having to worry about getting your stitches wet."

Seals were simple plastic bandages that went over wounds to keep them air and water tight. She squeaked as the cold glue touched her warm skin.

"Oh don't be such a baby." He joked.

"It's cold." He just chuckled as placed a few more.

"Alright, go shower, you smell."

She scowled, "I know I do, I don't need you telling me." He just smiled.

"Make sure you tell the Spartan thank you." This made her stiffen.

"What did he do?"

"Besides saving your butt, He tucked you in."

She didn't like the sound of that, "Did he at least sing me to sleep?" The corpsman laughed.

"I very much doubt it."

She pouted, "Then I see no need to thank him." And she left, leaving the corpsman shaking his head.

Her shower went by too quickly, two minutes was not enough time. Sad that the warmth was gone she wrapped herself in a towel and went over to her clean clothes and slipped them on, reveling in the fact that she was clean. She tossed her towel on the way out of the showers and made her way to the mess hall. She twisted her too long, wet hair into a tight bun as she entered. She looked towards the Spartan table and found it empty. Spots were not designated, but humans were simple creatures of habit.

She got her food and sat a table with other ODST's and ate her meal quickly having felt like she hadn't eaten in days, which she kind of hadn't.

"Good gracious woman, take smaller bites, it's not going anywhere" Chastised her friend Ava. "It's so unattractive."

Just to spite her friend she shoved a mammoth sized bite of the "spaghetti" into her mouth, choking slightly as she did. Her friends laughed loudly as tears streamed down her face. Once she managed to get her bite down she coughed and chugged half of her bottle of water.

"That is so un-lady like." Ava said disgusted.

Tiffany grinned, "Good thing I'm not a lady."

"Yes you are."

"WRONG!" she said loudly, "Lady is a title of nobility, I am no noble but merely a slave of government."

"PHA!" Her sergeant snorted, "Whatever, that is bogus."

"No it's not!" her voice rose in octave as she continued to argue with her friends of the hierarchy government. Of course it wasn't an actual monarchy, but a republic that practiced representative democracy. She became acutely aware as her Spartan entered the mess hall and also aware of how much the ODST hated the Spartans. She thought it was pathetic, if they saved her less work, she was just fine having them around. Minusing one saved her life today.

"Hey Master CHIEF!" she hollered much louder than necessary. He stopped startled and looked at her. A lot of the room had gone quiet when she yelled, both Spartan and helljumper noticed, but the latter was uncaring of it.

"I have to say thank-you, so thank-you." She said dramatically smiling, "I owe you my life." She couldn't believe it when she saw the master chiefs face go blank. She had embarrassed him, oh was she ever going to get a kick out of this.

"I was just doing my job." Was all he said, and continued to go and get his food. Satisfied, Tiffany went back to her food and found many pairs of eyes looking at her, "What?" they shook their heads and went back to their conversations.

John ignored all the eyes that were boing holes into his back after the spectacle and retrieved his food. After he made his way to the "Spartan" table, he sat. He heard quick steps and a woman jumped into the bench across from his, startling him again. Of course he had heard her; he just wasn't expecting a visitor. It was the girl Tiffany.

"Hi," she said brightly. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, he stared at her.

"Hi," he finally said in his low base voice. He was about to start in on his food when she spoke again.

"You need some sun, you're so pale." He knew how pale he was, ghostly. The blue veins were prominent under his skin and created a spooky contrast. Just another feature most Spartans had. "You have really pretty eyes though." He was starting to grow uncomfortable but no one would have guessed unless they knew him really, really well, and those who did were already dead. Instead she just got a blank stare.

"I'm Tiffany by the way." She watched him expecting an answer, he looked her over again and nodded, already knowing that.

She rested her head on her hands and awed, her voice rising an octave, "What's your name." that made him freeze, there were not many he cared to share his name with.

Many of the hell jumpers did not like him because he didn't talk; they thought of him as conceited, he just wasn't a social butterfly like his friend here. Seeing his face she laughed. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

How was he supposed to answer that without being rude, so he lied, "No" that made her laugh again.

"Such a gentleman." A word that could definitely not describe him was 'gentle'.

"TIFFANY!" yelled her sergeant, "Let the man eat in peace."

"But he's lonely."

"It's better than you chatting his ears off, if he wants your company he'll ask for it!" Tiffany pouted and looked at John hoping for an invitation. "DON'T YOU POUT AT HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL BAD MS. REYNOLDS!" She grinned at this and gave John a sly smile before slinking away. What was he supposed to think of this?