Thank you so much for reviewing this you guys! I was just watching GLEE and I was like 'Look that's Harry freakin' Potter!' and my sister was like 'Get the hell out of my room!'.

I wished my sister could be a StarKid too.

Well, as you see I decided to make that a multi – chapter please review! I don't know in which schedule I will update this, but I'm really busy with schoolwork lately for it's my last year – well, month – at school until I'll finally go to High – School and I have to study a lot, because I really suck at maths.

Chapter 2

Song

(Still the same as in the first chapter)

I don't know how to love him, what to do how to move him, I've been changed.

Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself I seem like someone else.

I don't know how to take this, I don't see why he moves me. He's a man. He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before – in very many ways.

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down, should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love, let my feelings out?

I'd never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Don't you think it's rather funny; I should be in this position?

I'm the one who's always been so calm, so cool.

No lovers fool.

Running every show.

He scares me so.

Yet, if he said he'd loved me I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head, I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

I want him so.

I love him so.

Taz was running down the hallways trying not to think about what Up had just told her. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Taz remembered every detail of the day when she had first met him. And so did Up.

It was the day of Taz's quincheanera – the day she'd been looking forward to since she could talk. But then the robots came and took everything away from her.

And there was Up. He destroyed them all and he also took Taz away from earth and brought her to his Starship.

The following days were pretty hard for Taz; she'd been hurt very badly and had to stay at the sickbay, but Up spent every fucking day with her.

And after Taz was allowed to leave the sickbay, she considered him her best friend. And Up was quite happy with that for him wanting to be somebody's buddy for such a long time.

But now … well, he wasn't that Up anymore – he wasn't her Up anymore.

oooOOOooo

Up crawled out of his bed and decided to follow Taz. He couldn't just leave it like that. As he stepped out of the room Up saw her running head over heels down the corridor.

"Taz!" he yelled. Well, at least that was what he wanted to do, but everything he could manage was a pathetic whimper.

Taz stopped for a second – she could hear the pain in his voice – and turned around.

"Up, Up I'm sorry, but jou just can't expect me to -," she cut herself off. Of course he could expect her to still stay with him after he'd told her that he was half a robot. After all that was what friends – best friends – were supposed to do.

"I know, Taz that I can't expect ya to just accept that, but I want ya to," Up replied and stepped closer towards her.

Taz struggled to keep control of herself and stop herself from running away.

"Up, please don't," she said as gently as possible as Up reached out one hand to touch her, but he was hurt, though.

"No, no Up, don't cry, no please, don't!" Taz whispered, whipping his tears away with her thumb; she was afraid that anyone could see the famous Commander cry.

"Taz, why do you hate me?" Up repeated the question he'd already asked her before, whiningly.

"I – I don't hate jou, Up. I don't hate jou," Taz replied, softly.

"Why are you acting like it then?" he asked and couldn't hold back his tears once more.

She felt like she was about to punch him. Of course Taz didn't hate him – she couldn't hate Up – but she also couldn't bother to see him so weak and worst to see him cry.

"Taz I'll try to be tough again, but you know that they said that it will probably not work," he said and Taz looked at him disbelievingly.

"What do jou mean 'It won't work'?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Taz?" Up whispered as Taz was about to turn around and walk away.

"Up, I'm sorry, but that's to much for me to take in right now," she replied and if he hadn't know better Up would have sworn that he saw tears glistening in her eyes.

Taz turned around and started to walk away as Up suddenly yelled: "Taz, please don't do that to me! Please help me to get back up, just like I helped ya!"

Taz had been known for her lack of emotion all over the academy. Well, she was nice – even kind of absentmindedly, just like she'd already left this world. She often made random comments which didn't fit with what the others were actually talking about, that was why she hadn't had many friends at the academy. Well, Taz had actually had no – one except for Up.

But she didn't even try to become anyone's friend – except for Up. She spent her first months at the academy with following him around wherever he went – just like a little puppy – dog. Taz knew that there were rumours about the two of them, but, well, she couldn't care less. She was just happy to have Up.

He had taught her how to fight and Taz had realised that fighting was the only time when she could show her true emotions and she was happy that she could do that around Up.

And one day, when she was laying on the mat with tears streaming down her face, Up bent down next to her and asked: "What's wrong, Taz?"

"I don't know how to take dis. I just … my familia all died and I'm all alone. I have no – one," Taz said and didn't even bother to hide her tears from Up. Well, she never did this; he had seen her crying more often than anyone he had ever known.

"Why Taz, you have me," Up replied, "And here's just a thing: I doesn't matter how hard you get knocked down, you always have to get back up. So get back up," he continued, softly, while holding his hand out for her.

Taz grabbed it and Up pulled her back to her feet.

Taz looked at the man who had once taught her everything she knew. He looked so … broken.

"Well, I – I don't really know, Up," she replied.

"You don't have to know anything, just help me to get back up!" Up pleaded.

"I -," Taz began, but she was cut off by Up wrapping his arms around her.

"No – no, no, no UP!" Taz yelled, but he didn't let go.

Up bent down, buried his face in Taz's unruly, raven curls and embraced her so tightly, that she almost couldn't breath anymore.

"Taz, just fuckin' help me," he said and Taz finally gave up struggling and let him embrace her.

"Fine. Fine," she replied, briefly and moved herself out of Up's grip.

Up looked into her once so soft puppy – dog – eyes which yet looked back at him with anger and even disappointment.

Taz glared at him once more, before she finally turned around and walked away. Up felt again tears burning behind his eyes.

Did she really want to help him or did she just feel guilty because it was her fault that he became that what he was right now?

Well, Up didn't blame Taz for that, he had wanted to save her life and he would die for her. Maybe it would have been better if he'd actually died.

But he would do anything for Taz, though. Even if he had to get back up and become tough again.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer and turned around hoping it would be Taz. But it was just a boy who's name he had forgotten.

"Commander is something wrong, man?"

Uh, nothing, just that I was cut in two, my right side is a robot and I ain't got no balls, Up thought. But he said in a pathetic try to sound tough: "Nothing. Just bitches ruining my life"

The boy seemed to expect him to say, because he stood still and looked curiously into Up's face. But he didn't want to talk about his problems with a guy whose name he had forgotten.

"Oh, it's Taz, isn't it, dude?" the boy replied and gave him a dazzling smile.

The old Up had punched him in the face for that, but this Up – the Up he hated to be – just gave him a sad smile and nodded his head.

"Maybe I should talk to her"

"You would really do this? Thank you so much!" he blurted out, cheerfully and hugged the boy tightly.

"Yeah. Yeah," the guy replied, while patting his back shyly.

Up hadn't realised that he had started to cry again until he let go of the boy and saw that the textile of the boys sleeve was wet. He turned around and limbed back to the sickbay. Up didn't want the boy to see him cry, though he had probably noticed for his sleeve being wet. He was worried that the doctors were angry at him for him being technically not allowed to leave.