Disclaimer: I dont Own ATHF but I do own Dakota Carmilla.

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The formal question makes Emory's face twist, "Actually…Dakota…I-I don't have any idea how you got here…so…"

Emory watched Dakota stare back and forth with distrust. He shrugged,

"I mean, well, we didn't do it, I don't think." He thinks for a moment, putting two and two together, "My best guess is…that the cold air in the fridge messed with the portal."

Dakota decided to brush off the fact that she was in the presence of extraterrestrials, she always believed there was life on other planets. All she really wanted, was to get back home before the situation put her in danger.

"Can't you just beam me back or something?"

"Well, you see…"

Dakota turned back to the portal and stuck her head through.

Emory tried to warn her, "I-I wouldn't do that…"

Dakota peered in, but came face to face with a slimy creature. The thing snapped at her chin and she yelped-falling backwards.

"What the fug!"

"The thing's probably scrambling through a bunch of places."

Forgotten by the silence, Oglethorpe's voice rang out again, "Yes, horrible places-ones that we can dump your dirty human body off at!"

The other spiky pile became defensive, "She's not going anywhere, okay?"

Dakota's glare widened, misinterpreting Emory's intentions. He waved his arms,

"I mean, anywhere other than back home." He found that the human was staring at his body. Being in a room with two aliens that spewed toxic wastes from spiky arms-probably was not very comforting.

'I might as well make this less awkward than it has to be.' Emory concluded before sliding over to a red lever. Oglethorpe objected,

"You idiot! You don't have clearance to use the cell beam!"

Before the sentence was official, Emory "slipped" and flicked the lever. Dakota watched as a wide ray of pixilated light covered their figures. The light became too bright for her eyes and she slammed them shut. Dakota waited for the bright red cover of her eye lids to dim down before opening up again.

When she did so, the aliens were gone. In place of their sharp inhuman bodies were two human boys. They resembled Emory and Oglethorpe, but jagged tattoo's covered their peachy skin, replacing the spikes. No more than eight or nine stripes curled around their torsos and arms.

The shorter boy had orange, spiky hair that jetted out in the back. His eyes had gone from a simple black to bright citrus. He grimaced at the other guy,

"God damn you Emory!"

Dakota shifted her gaze to the tall one. Like the other, he was shirtless but wore black skinny jeans where Oglethorpe wore sweats. His eyes matched the green of his tiger-stripe tattoos. The human Emory had short choppy hair that dripped down his neck. A few strands curled very slightly in certain spots and a long split piece hung in the middle of his face.

The green boy smiled at Dakota while she stared, "Sorry man, you know how clumsy I am."

Oglethorpe swung at him, "You did that on purpose!"

Emory chuckled loosely and walked over to Dakota, "Is this better?"

Seconds passed and she did not respond. Emory's hand was on her shoulder, studying her expression. The reality of the event had finally hit her,

"Aw man, she's tweaked." He groaned and tugged on her shoulder gently again.

Oglethorpe sulked off to the side, picking at his skin as if he was wearing a body suit, "This is your entire fault! You know how long that damn thing lasts?"

Emory looked over his shoulder curiously, "No, how long?"

His superior stood there dumbly before he came up with, "A long time!"

A sigh fell from the green boy's lips as he turned back to Dakota. Her wood colored eyes had no focus, but she managed to shake her head slowly before muttering,

"This isn't happening."

"Sorry, but…"

Dakota stomped over to a large widow and viewed through it. Only stars could be seen, no moon, no planets,

"Where's earth!" She shouted, searching frantically for the blue and white sphere.

"That's what I been trying to tell you! Your planet is really…really-really far away!" Dakota whipped back around with a distraught look, "It would take a lot of fuel to get back and even if we had that much-it'd be a long trip."

The girl's eyes squint and she sinks down against the glass. Her bare legs folded up to her chest,

"So, I'm stuck here."

Pity cut through Emory, "We'll think of something?"

Dakota found his face timid and sincere but rotated to Oglethorpe to scowl. Emory tried to alleviate Dakota's suspicion,

"We won't hurt you er'anything. I promise, you can stay here…unless you want to float around in space."

"Shut up Emory!" Oglethorpe threw his hands over his head and walked out.

"Where are you goin?"

"I'm going to take a nap! If you want to keep a pet-then fine but you can deal with it alone."

With that, the metallic doors slid closed.


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