Phoenix's Soul: Ok and we're back. I hope you all enjoyed that last chapter and guess what. Here is a fast update.

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

-Reunion-

"Who do you think he is?" Cheetara asked Pumyra who was to her left while watching Lynx-0 and Tygra examin the pilot from the crashed space ship.

"I don't know," Pumyra answered. "But he appears to be a Thunderian."

"He is a Thunderian," Lynx-O said placing down the biological scanner he was holding. "He is a member of the Jaguarian clan. Strange though, I thought only Lord Jaga was the only Jaguarian left."

"He was," said Panthro rubbing his chin. "At least I thought he was."

Wilykat stood back away from the others. A jaguarian he thought to himself. No it couldn't be, could it? I mean he is about the right age. But I just don't see how. Just then Wilykit came through the infirmary door panting hard.

"How is he?" she asked between breathes.

"He's in stable condition now," Tygra answered whipping his hands on a cloth. "He's pretty lucky you were there when you were or he would have died."

"That's what he said," Wilykit said staring down at the unconscious pilot.

"I believe it would be wise for someone to stay and watch over our new friend here during the night. Just in case his condition takes a turn for the worse," Lynx-O said standing up.

"I'll do it," Wilykit said before anyone looked around to see who would do it.

The others stared in amazement at her, but she didn't even see them the only thing that she was looking at was the unconscious pilot.

"Why are you volunteering, Wilykit?" Lion-O asked her.

"Well, it's just that he's seen me, and what if he wakes up and doesn't recognize who is in the room with him. He might panic and do something to injure himself further," Wilykit answered looking away from the pilot to the rest of the ThunderCats.

"I think that is a very good idea," said Lynx-O whose ears were twitching ever so slightly as he listened to Wilykit.

"Alright everyone out," Tygra said as he stood up and headed towards the door.

Everyone left except for Wilykit and Wilykat. Wilykit had gone back to staring at the pilot not even aware that her brother was still in the room. He quietly walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked over at him and they stared into each others eyes for a while before speaking.

"What's wrong, Kit?"

"Wilykat, it's him," she answered her voice shaking. "It's him he's alive."

"You mean?"

"Yes, we all thought he was dead, but he's not. He's right there alive."

"How can you tell it's him?"

"I… I can't tell you, Wilykat," she whispered softly not meeting his gaze.

"Just tell me one thing," Wilykat whispered just as soft. "Are you sure it's him?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she answered looking at her brother her eyes shining.

"Ok," and with that he left.

Four hours passed with nothing really happening. Every so often he would jerk in his sleep, cough, or groan and every time Wilykit would start nearly falling out of her chair. Finally just as she was falling asleep she heard a long low moan that made her eyes snap full awake.

"Where am I?" he groaned.

"You're in Cats Lair," Wilykit answered.

"Why can't I see?" he asked sitting bolt up right and bringing his hands up to his head.

"Hey, hey take it easy," Wilykit said taking his hands down from his head. "You've had a severe concussion your head is wrapped to stop the bleeding."

"You're the one who saved me from the crash aren't you?" he asked turning his head towards her.

"Well, I wouldn't say saved exactly," Wilykit said sheepishly.

"I would," he answered laying back down. "I mean if you hadn't showed up I would have died."

"But if you hadn't gotten us out of the ship in time we would have both died."

"Well I guess you could say we saved each other," he said smiling at her.

Wilykit tried to hide her blush even though she knew he couldn't see her. Then she remembered the bag. She pulled it out and dropped it in his lap. His body gave a shocked jolt as he felt it land in his lap.

"Tell me something," Wilykit said. "What was so important about that bag that you would have let yourself get killed because of it."

"You wouldn't understand," he mumbled clutching the bag in his fist.

"What wouldn't I understand?"

"A long time ago, I gave something to some one who was very important to me."

"What was it?"

"It was a symbol of how much I really cared about for her. She probably just thought it was a pretty gift to ease the uneasiness, but it was so much more."

Wilykit watched him as he spoke every word, and was shocked when she realized that he was crying underneath his bandages.

"But she will never know now," he said sitting back up.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that, she is no longer living. She probably died when Thundera blew up."

"No, she didn't," Wilykit said trying to force back tears of her own.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm still alive, Jag. Just like you."

"What?!" Jag shouted nearly falling out of his bed trying to get out.

"It's me, Jag. Wilykit."

"Wilykit, you're alive. Is it really you?"

"Yes, Jag, it's really me."

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Phoenix's Soul: Well that's it for now. "Until the Next Chapter"