Part 2, already... Whew... Yes, and... I'm a bit tried XD Six go-overs with the chapter, I hope I have everything I want in place for it now. Thank you all again for all of the kind words.

...I'm off to get some much-needed rest. Have a good one, and please enjoy.

PART 2:

"Well would you look at him!" Eliza's father laughed as he looked over Fujuju the following morning. The Keronian looked uncomfortable in the suit, but Eliza laughed, and adjusted the small tie. "He seems to like it!"
There was a knock on the door, and her father rose, leaving his paper, cigarette, and breakfast behind on the kitchen table.

"How does it fit?" she asked quietly.

"Perfectly, but what's this thing for?" he asked, holding up the light blue tie. "For the life of me, I can't seem to figure it out! Some sort of status symbol?"

"I heard it was a quick way out if your stocks didn't fare so well," she replied in a whisper, and stood as her new tutor walked in. He was an old, frail man, with thick glasses, who tipped his hat to her, then removed it, and walked with her into the library.

Fujuju followed quietly, after checking that Eliza's father had gone back to his paper. He rushed into the library just as the doors closed, and watched the tutor and the girl from a secluded spot behind a large desk.

"Now, my dear! Let us get to work, and hope that there are no more distractions from those blasted planes, eh?" he laughed, and Eliza only returned this with a bored smile. She cracked open her books, and it was clear from the look on her face as she read over the mathematical rules that she was bored out of her mind.

"Poor thing…" Fujuju said to himself, and sat cross-legged beneath the desk, listening in on this.

"Sir… You have this problem written wrong," he heard her say from the main area. The tutor only laughed condescendingly.

"Dear child, I think if you double check your equations, you'll see no error in my arithmetic. Try it again."

"But I do," she answered. "Here. Look now, you're off a few decimals!"
"Now now, no need to worry yourself, silly girl. We'll get back to it later."

"But, I…"

Fujuju frowned, and his hands gripped the shag carpet; he thought back to his training days, and thought back to something that had been told to him. His eyes widened at his own stupidity as he realized he'd forgotten about an advanced cloaking device they'd been given, something to help them all blend if if they were to encounter an alien species.

"Let's hope you really do work…" he shut his eyes and whispered.
Both turned to look at the desk as it suddenly hopped up, and there was a groan from beneath it; the old tutor tottered over to it, and nearly fell back as a man hopped up from beneath the desk suddenly.

"Ms. Grant!" the man exclaimed. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting! I had just seemed to have misplaced my glasses! I found them, though! No worries, no worries!"

The book slowly slid off of Eliza's lap and onto the floor, her mouth agape; the tall man with the curly light red hair, nervous smile, and wild green eyes didn't look familiar to her, but his voice was exactly the same.
"Do… Do I know you?" asked the old tutor as Fujuju began to push him to the door.

"I believe so! I'm…. Professor… Elijah Grant! No relation to Miss Grant, of course! I think it was a year or so ago we crossed paths," Fujuju said as he helped the old man to the door.

"Ah, yes! I remember now! The lad at Caimbridge, you…" the tutor puttered on from here, thinking Fujuju was still behind him while in fact the Keronian in disguise had shut the library door long ago.

"How is it…" Eliza stood up, and shuffled over to him in disbelief, laying a hand on one of his cheeks. "You're… A human now?"

"It's a technology I couldn't even begin to explain," he said to her. "I appear to be one of your kind in every sense of the word now."

"That's… That's amazing!" she whispered. "Just now… You did that for me?"

"I had to; he was becoming painful to listen to. Much like my old superiors. It was an act of mercy for us both," he said with a chuckle. She jumped up at him, embracing him about the neck, and just at this time the door opened, and the maid dropped her silver tray. She quickly bent down to pick it up, and Fujuju started to help her, only to have his hands smacked away.

"Don't think I don't know your game! I know your type!" she snapped, and slammed the door; her voice could be heard bellowing out for Eliza's father outside.

"My type…. You don't think she saw through me, do you?!" he asked worried; Eliza only laughed.

"So his last name is also Grant?" her father nodded, and Eliza nodded in response. "Well, certainly does make it easy to remember!"

"Father… He lost his home, in a bombing," Eliza started. "He… He's too proud to ask, but… I want to, on his behalf! I'd like it if we took him in, until he got on his feet!"

"You always were one for taking in strays," he said with a fond smirk, and looked over to the anxious Fujuju. "…That's a familiar suit…."
"It's a common one," Eliza interjected.

"Now, now, he can speak for himself, Eliza," her father chided her, and looked over to the anxious Fujuju. "How did you come to find this place, anyhow?"

"Your daughter was…. Simply too brilliant for the other tutors to handle," Fujuju answered, and looked up from his reading glasses to Eliza's father; it was unsure from his unmoving blue eyes whether or not he was accepting this story. "I teach on a university level, my goal is to offer Eliza a challenge."

"You're quite familiar with her, Professor Grant," her father said evenly, and Fujuju gulped a bit. "How old are you?"

"Twenty…. Five!" he said after some thought, having to do a quick conversion from Keronian to Pekoponian age. "I'm twenty-five years old."

"You look a bit older, but I suppose life like this does this to us," said Eliza's father, and he took a drag from his neglected cigarette. Fujuju watched the embers from the end of the cigarette in awe, but was pulled out of this as from beneath the table Eliza delivered a kick to his shin. He jumped, and her father tilted his head.

"Professor Grant! That spider must be still on you!" Eliza gasped.
"Spider!?" Fujuju yelped.

"Spider?" Eliza's father repeated, and she nodded.

"That's what was happening in the library, Nanny thought it looked as though I were embracing Professor, but in fact a spider had gotten onto his shoulder…" she leaned in, and hit him on the back of the head, then looked down at her hand. "Oh, I got it now!"

"I'm sure you do," Fujuju muttered, rubbing his sore neck.

"Our maid will show you to your room, Professor," Eliza's father stood, and after a nudge from Eliza, Fujuju did the same. Her father held out his hand, and Fujuju took a moment to repeat this, and her father shook his hand heartily; it was actually more of a warning death grip. Fujuju knew exactly what it meant.

"…He's an odd one," her father muttered as Fujuju was led out of the room by the still-glaring maid. "Did you see his eyes? I've never seen any like that!"

"Well, that's because he's not from Britain, originally, Father," Eliza leant in and whispered. "He's Swiss."

"Swiss? Neutral bastard, no wonder he's so bizarre," muttered her father, and Eliza laughed.

"He came here in support of Britain! He's even got the beginnings of a fine, British accent!" she said with a bright smile.

"Is he a Catholic?"

"He's not very religious," she answered.

"Thank goodness for that," he stood up and pushed in his chair. "I want you to keep a close eye on him. He's young yet, and that's worrisome."

"Don't worry, Father! I have Thomas to think of, remember?"

Her father thought for a moment, then picked up his jacket from the back of the chair and looked up thoughtfully, "On second thought, he seems like an intelligent man, and you wouldn't have to change your name. Perhaps this is a good thing."

"Get to the university before they miss you," she laughed, and he sighed, embraced her, and then picked up his hat from the table and was gone for the morning.

"You managed all of this?" he said in awe as he sat on the made bed, and looked up at Eliza, who sat in a red wingback chair in the tiny room.

"Well, my uncle did," she replied. "He lived here for a time, then met this woman, and before we knew it they were off to the Caribbean together! He left most of his things, though, which is good news for you. I think, though… We might have to hem his clothing a bit…" she pulled out a pair of slacks from the closet, revealing that they were quite large; both she and he tutor broke into a laugh over this.

She took a seat on the bed, and smiled at him confidently, "If you teach me like you say you will, with real challenges, then I'll exchange the favor!"

"Hrm? How would that be?"

"I'm going to teach you what it is to be a person on this planet," she answered confidently.

"You are now, are you? Well… I suppose it'd be important to pick up such a skill, given my indefinite stay…."

"Good! First thing's first…" she leaned in and attempted to slick down the wild red hair. "Teach you how to use a hairbrush properly…"

"And then this here, and… Perfect! OH!" the maid yelped and jumped back as there was a crash, and a shot went across the room, and she ducked for cover. "They're invading! They're here!"

"No! Nanny! No, no they're not!" Eliza quickly ran in, and picked up a puck from the ground. "We were just studying the effects of velocity!"

"The what's that now?" Eliza helped her to stand again, and the maid was still panting as she stood there, one hand on the table for support.

"Pardon us!" Fujuju looked into the broken window, and the maid's face twisted into a frown, and she threw the feather duster at him. He was too slow to dodge this, and gave a grunt as the wooden handle hit his face.

"…You really don't like him, do you, Nanny?" Eliza said with a sigh.

"You should be glad! I probably fixed your nose for you!" the maid shouted, then went back to work, "I was a young woman once, myself. I know what men his age are like, and that's all the same… Between him and that Thomas boy! Two weeks this tutor's been here, and I see you dividing your time between him and that mongrel you bring into your father's home!... Ah, to be young," she ended with a giggle.

"Nanny, I'm actually going out with Thomas tonight, I was wondering if—"

"I needn't lie for you; your father's working late tonight. So blissfully I'm able to stay out of it."

"Perfect!" Eliza squealed, and rushed out of the house, back to Fujuju. He sat in the garden, still rubbing his aching face.

"Did she fix it?" he removed his hand, and allowed Eliza to look. She smiled sadly at the large red mark.

"No, in fact, I think it's worse," she chuckled. "I think we better stop with lessons today, unless you really want her to do you some good harm. Now it's time for your lesson!"

"Hrm?" Fujuju looked at her curiously as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, large, black LUCKY STRIKE written on a red dot. She removed a pack of matches from her skirt pocket, and lit the cigarette while balancing it in her mouth. She then transferred it into his, and he broke into a cough.

"What… What on Earth is that thing?!" he choked, removing it from his mouth. "It's awful!"

"Indeed, but you don't want to burn anything now, do you?"

"No! I want a breath of fresh air!" he coughed, and tossed the cigarette. Eliza laughed, and extinguished it on the concrete.

"Everyone does this; it's something you'll have to get used to if you're going to be around other men! Even Thomas does this!" she explained. "I got these from him."

"Well, give them back!" Fujuju coughed. "I… I feel like someone squeezed onto my lungs!"

"Really, don't carry on so," she sighed, and stood up as a red car pulled up to the fence; she rushed to the gate, opening it and embracing the young, good-looking boy who stood there. "Tommy! You're early!"

"Ah, it's never too early, as far as I'm concerned," he laughed, and she returned it with a happy giggle.

"There's someone I want you to meet… This is my tutor, Mr. Grant. No relation."

"I wasn't worried," Thomas answered, and shook Fujuju's hand after the Keronian in disguise stood. "…Have we met?"

"I don't believe you two have met," she said quickly, and pulled him away from Fujuju. "But now you have! Shall we go?"

"Where are you two off to?" Fujuju asked when they were halfway to the car; Eliza turned around and looked at him a moment, then at Thomas.

"Well, why don't you come, and we'll show you? It'll be like another lesson!" Thomas balked at this, but Fujuju looked surprised and even a bit happy at the thought of an invite.

"Really, your bloody tutor?" he whispered. "Why don't you just bring along your father, too? How about your maid? Let's bring the neighborhood, shall we?"

"Oh, it'll be fine! He's not that much older than us!" she reassured him, and Thomas only gave a grumble as Fujuju climbed into the back seat unsurely.

"They all have wheels like this?" he said to himself as he leaned over the side.

"Of course! What the hell did you think they'd have?!" Thomas snapped as he climbed in. "You think they'd fly or something?!"

"Well—" but Eliza stopped him with a panicked look, and he remained quiet for the rest of the trip, watching all of the cars passing them by and getting his first look at the city. It was busier than he remembered his own being, and simply crawling with humans….

The city eventually became more and more rural, and it grew later and later, until Fujuju fell asleep in the back of the car; he was only awaken by the slamming of a car door, and he bolted up, and looked about; it was almost pitch-black, and Eliza and Thomas were already headed to the old barn, which through the boards could be seen bright yellow lights.

When he walked in, he was greeted by the blast of a record player, and dozens of other people, mainly teenagers and a bit older, some men in military uniforms, dancing, drinking, and in a few corners even gambling. This was close to a Keronian bar, he realized. He'd felt as alienated there as he did now, amongst all of the laughing young people.

"Come on, now! You're going to have a good time! If you're going to stay here, you've got to learn what someone in your age and social standing does!" Eliza took him by the hand and led him deeper into the crowd; from Thomas's face, it was easy to tell he did not like this set up at all. "Tommy, we'll be right back!"

"Oh, you two have fun, don't mind me!" he called out and grumbled as he walked away from the two.

"Now come on, they must have had some sort of dancing where you were from, right?"

"Yes, but… I never did any of it," he answered, and watched the dancers around him; they looked as though they were convulsing, or worse, with one another. "Is… Is this what you do when your father's not around!?"

"Not just me—Lots of people!" she laughed, and took his other hand. "Come on now, I'll show you how. Nothing bad, just…. Follow my lead! I'll teach you something else now!"

He did this, although it was safe to say he had little rhythm; Eliza still tried, though, giggling a bit through the song, "You're not bad!"

"I'm not?"

"No, you're awful. But you'll get the hang of it! Come on, now, don't be shy!" she laughed. "I won't bite you!"

He finished up the dance, grateful as she let go of his hands finally, and Thomas was quick to butt in between the two, "What on Earth was that about?"

"Don't tell me you're jealous!" Eliza gasped, looking back at a puzzled Fujuju.

"Of him? Please…" Thomas laughed. "If he's anything like he dances, I have nothing to worry about."

She laughed uneasily at this, but danced with Thomas, losing sight of Fujuju for a good hour. When she finally did see him through the crowd, she was aghast with horror; there were several men in uniform drinking, and along with them, her very own tutor.

"And then… Oh… Oh bloody HELL this is good!" he laughed, looking up at the clear liquid in the Mason jar. "You… You make this?! What do you call this!?"

"One step up from floor cleaner, mate! Bloody… You can really pack it away! Come on now, save some for the fish!" one of the soldiers laughed and nudged him; he fell right off of the crate he'd been sitting on, and laughed.

"What did you give him?!" Eliza barked at the soldiers in such a tone that the men were stunned, and finally one broke into a laugh, and passed her the unmarked jar. She sniffed it, and nearly gagged with disgust.

"Elijah… Come on… We'll get you out of here," she sighed, and helped him to stand. "Tommy, I'm sorry, but we've got to go. He's had too much, and he's never drank before, I don't think!"

"My name… Is not Elijah… It's Fujuju… I'm a… Sergeant Major with the Keron Army!" he snapped in a slurred tone. "I'm over ten million years old… And this is the best I've felt in ANY of them!"

"He's a loon is what he is," Thomas muttered as they walked out, Fujuju leaning on Eliza.

"These human bodies are so… So awkward!" he snorted with laughter. "And you… You think I'd look a little better… Ohhhhhh hell, I'll just switch back!" he went to reach for the crest on the inside of his jacket, but Eliza quickly stopped him, giving him a warning look like a mother would give a child.

"You sure he's your student, you're not his nanny?"

"Well…." she yelped as he went to fall, but she quickly helped him to stand again, and had to practically toss him into the back seat of the car before climbing in herself.

"Next time I want to take you out, make sure not to bring your entourage," Thomas said darkly as he slammed his door and started up the vehicle.

"I hope you're happy with yourself," Eliza sighed as she stood over Fujuju's bed the following morning. He answered with a long groan, and the Keronian slid out of his bed, stumbling across his room. "What am I going to do with you? What were you thinking?"

"That it was odd tasting water and that I was thirsty," he answered, still gripping onto his head. "I need to put on my human suit…"

"I told Father already you were sick in bed with a cold. Thank goodness I was able to change you back myself and carry you up. It's dangerous for you to look like this, though. What if Nanny were to come in and see you reading, or talking to me like a person? They already think the little lizard I had died off weeks ago! Why, she'd be terrified at the sight of you!"

"That woman hates me, and stays clear across the house from me at all times," Fujuju muttered, and buried his face in the blankets that had fallen off of the bed. "The lights in here are too… Bright!"

"There are none on, that's the sun," Eliza sighed, and shut the curtains accordingly.

"Don't tell me the power is out yet again…"

"Fine, I'll refrain," she sighed, and helped him back into bed. "Get your rest today. We'll take up more lessons tomorrow; I'll just study for today."

"Bless you, dear girl," Fujuju muttered, and crawled beneath his blankets. "…Is that boy coming by again today?"

"Thomas? Yes, we're trying to get in all the time we can before he goes off into the military," she answered with a smile. "Why, do you want us to invite you along to more?"

"You're not good enough for him," Fujuju muttered, and Eliza was surprised by this.

"And I suppose you think you know someone who is…"

Fujuju pulled back the covers, and chuckled weakly, "I'm not even good to myself, I wouldn't know about you, my dear girl. But I know his type, and… You're too good for it."

"Well, we'll just have differing views on that, won't we?" she tilted her head, and placed the covers over Fujuju once more. "You'll see him in a different light soon enough, don't worry! And he'll look splendid in uniform!" she added with a sigh; Fujuju gave another groan and a grumble.

"…If they were to do scientific testing on him, they'd need to find two more subjects to make half a brain," Fujuju muttered to himself, and he turned onto his side, then flinched—His head was pounding.

"Eliza?" the door to the library, and the young girl looked up quickly—There was her father, suitcase in hand.

"You're home early, Father… What's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing, my Dear. Just a short day at the office. Going over some of your lessons?" she nodded, and he lifted up the papers, nearly dropping them as he read over the complicated problems. He laughed a little, and shook his head.

"Your tutor wrote these up as some sort of joke, correct? Well, now you've both had you good laugh, and—"

"I wrote those," Eliza answered. "He wrote what was on the back page…"
Her father choked as he looked at these equations, and his hands began to tremble. He rose, and rushed out of the library without another word.

When he returned, it was colleagues, and all sat in the dining room as Fujuju was led out, in his human disguise and an ice pack over his head.

"M-Mr. Grant, we… We saw your equations…" one professor began slowly, and Fujuju looked upward, still slumped over in his chair and hung over.

"Wha… Oh, those things," he muttered. "Did I get something wrong?"

"No," said another scientist. "It's correct! And that's the thing, we're curious as to HOW you achieved this! We've been going over this problem for years, and you taught it, as if it were mere algebra!"

"Well, it's not that difficult, really," Fujuju muttered. "Why are you speaking to just me? My pupil figured it out, as well… And on her own."

"Well, she…." one of the professors began, and looked at the others, uncertain.

"Professor—The other Professor Grant's daughter—Is too young to understand something of this caliber. It's a wonderful trick you taught her, but—"

Fujuju was incensed by this, and clenched the ice pack a bit, "So you think that just because someone's a bit younger or smaller than you that it's impossible she'd be able to understand this without my help… And you're the people in charge?"

Eliza's father stifled a laugh, which he quickly turned into a disguised cough; the other scientists looked baffled by the lanky redhead.

"Where I came from we worked with women side-by-side," Fujuju continued. "Who in their right mind would look down on someone if they were just as capable, unless they were afraid of something?" he muttered, and stood, pushing in his chair. "Now if you excuse me, I need to leave, before I end up becoming ill on someone's expensive shoes. I'm still a bit drunk, you see. Other times... At other times I'm a much nicer fellow to get along with..."

With that, he left. And the room was silent for a few moments, until all of the teachers and scientists broke out into discussion at once.

"All right, ALL RIGHT!" barked one particularly old professor, and he looked to Eliza's father, "Grant! Figure out what… The other Grant wants, and make sure he gets it!" he stood, and the others did along with him, taking queue from this, "And I don't care if it's the moon, if that's easy math for him, I want the odd bastard before someone else gets to him!"

"Y-Yes, sir," Eliza's father nodded, and waited until all of the scientists left to start laughing and light a cigarette. "The lad plays a good game…"

"So we both start next week—YEOUCH! Bloody hell…" Fujuju grumbled from the other side of the bathroom door while Eliza stood there, listening in the following morning.

"College? At my age?" she wondered aloud, and he opened the door just enough to look out at her. "Do you think I'm bright enough?"

"Yes, more than qualified… That's all right, isn't it?"

"It's… More than I could have dreamed of! But how'd you talk them into that?! My father couldn't even manage that!"

"Apparently I'm brazen when I'm full of alcohol…. Thank goodness it was a bunch of old men in the room and not Rita Hayworth. And what sort of cruelty of nature is this?"

"Hrm? Let me see? Oh—Oh my!" she couldn't help but laugh at the nick marks on his face, and she covered her mouth to hide the mad chuckling. Fujuju started to shut the door again, but she stuck her foot in, and slid into the bathroom. "Let me help you with that before you do anything permanent! You don't want to look like you were in a fight!"

"I feel like it," he muttered. "Really, how do you all put up with this?"

"….I need to find you a wife before I do anything else! Someone's going to have to look after you when I'm not here to!" she said with a laugh as she took a towel and dabbed it on his face. "Poor Elijah."

"…Hrm? What's wrong?" he asked as she stopped for a moment, and her eyes met his.

"Nothing," she shook her head, and continued after pausing, looking away. "I'm just… Still excited for starting college already, is all!"

"Well, I told you you'd be a physicist! And you're the first one I've had to keep any promise to, so I made sure to keep this one!"

*Note: No offense meant to the Swiss . It's a period piece, have mercy.