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A/N: okay, here's another chapter:), I have to say that this one is more of an unimportant drabble, I call it "the unimportant chapter" :P so, anyway, it's not too long and I gope you'd like it still. The next one will be posted on Tuesday or Wednesday…;)

AH/AY: here's more, still stuck on chapter six though… Andros is just too dense!

Slytherin-Angel44: I think Zhane is sick period:P but oh well :)thanks!

Star Fata: told ya. I think. And thanks:)

the power of love: thanks, there ya go:D

Phantom Rogue: Are you implying I'm dumb?! Well, I had to… but Zhane's good for him:P

Titanium Ranger: here you go and thanks a lot :)

puasluoma: thanks;)

Nafrody: thanks, and if msn will ever agree to sign me in…:/

SweetSas: Justice Tal is that stupid! Grrrr….

Veronica Moose: I say- let's murder fanfiction.

zeopurple: Ashley like Andros (I mean, who doesn't:P)

C.C.C.: Andros is a cute idiot. That should explain a lot, plus he can't think when she's around…

DizneeDol: here ya go:)

In the Beginning
by DarkHonda aka Tal

Chapter 4

(The next day)
It was evening, the sun was almost completely down and the weather was warm, not too warm, just like the way he loved it; there was a soft wind blowing, cooling his droplets of sweat that were streaming from his forehead down his eyes and eyebrows, his temples, his cheeks... He wiped it with a towel that hung around his nape and continued jogging. He knew he was sweating heavily and he loved the immediate affect running had on his body, how it exhausted and woke him in the same time; he didn't need any music to impose a certain rhythm, no. All he needed was concentration and the sound of his paces, his legs hitting the ground in a slow constant rhythm relaxing him, gaving him a feeling of control, clearing his head.

It was 8 o'clock and the skies seemed black already, the sun was asleep and the streets- empty. He kept jogging, in too deep in his rhythm and knowing how much staying in shape was necessary if he was to save the world. The coolness of night felt wet on his body, or maybe it was his sweat, but he wasn't cold in any way. His sweat was not exclusive for his face now, it covered all of him, everywhere, from a blond strand of hair to the red snickers he was wearing. He found himself now wishing for a stronger wind that would chill him, it was getting too hot already.

For a moment he dared looking at the skies; he never felt so helpless, the skies were so different to him now, so endless, so… threatening. Who knew what all this blackness concealed? Yet it only made him run faster, determined to become the leader he knew he must be, for a team he did not know. He knew the fight would have to be physical, hard and intended of giving himself no discount in doing what he must.
He was worried, scared; it was weird to admit it, but the fear was there piercing, suffocating. Sometimes he just wished he could be the naïve teenager, one who thinks of girls most of the day, letting others do the hard work… he wasn't normal, he knew, building these devices and testing them, hurting himself just to see if they work…

His life turned so weird from what he wanted it to be; back in the orphanage all he wanted to be was an astronaut, maybe a scientist, to find a cure for cancer. But now he's older, soberer, though it was never hard to accept being an astronaut or a scientist wasn't meant to be. 'Maybe all this time, I knew, deep inside, the universe needs me,' he realized. And he was right, because that little hunch that told him, from an early age that he didn't belong, was proven justified. After all, he was so different…

Somebody ran into him, literally, ran straight into his body, and fell. Andros stopped, not wanting to run over the stranger he pulled him up. Only to see Ashley wearing a yellow top and long black tights, holding a walkman, its headphones on her ears. She looked rather surprised, taking her headphones off, she smiled at him. He couldn't help from smiling back.

"Hi, sorry," he managed to mumble, feeling more embarrassed than ever. She only giggled, looking softly at him, "went out for a jog?" he asked and she nodded, making him feel stupid, 'great, you genius, like it isn't any more obvious!' he thought bitterly and looked at her smiling form.

"Hey, yeah, staying in shape," she said with a smile, gesturing at him, "you know how it works," she smiled, "sorry for you know," she smiled shyly and gestured with her hands, "bumping into you like this, it's just when I'm into my music…" she started saying but he cut her in.

"It's like a new world," he said remembering the long hours he spends every day on those machines, fascinated, she nodded.

"Exactly," she smiled, he looked at her closely, it was the first time he dared doing so and when he noticed just how revealing was the shirt she was wearing he couldn't help but blush, luckily, it was dark. He tried to divert his gaze to anywhere, anywhere, but her, it was just too embarrassing standing in front of her and stare like an idiot. After all, she was Ashley Hammond, one of the most popular girls at school, certainly not stupid and really…well…attractive!

" Andros?" she asked and he looked at her, his eyes trailing, unfortunately, over her whole body before resting before her eyes, now he really thanked heavens it was dark. He just couldn't stand the thought of her suspecting he…liked her. Because obviously, he didn't! And never will, because she's one of those people, the ones you can talk to and have fun with but never have actual feelings for? Damn it! with each thought he felt a little more insecure…
'It's official,' he knew, 'I'm even dumber than earlier,' he had to admit. Okay so she was sweet and beautiful and smart and…and he had to stop seeing her like that, 'more like at all,' he ordered himself. It was only confusing him, making him have less faith in himself and he did not need another breakdown! It was hard enough with those things he was working on!

"I think I should go, it's… late," he said shortly, somehow noticing how her eyes weren't exactly in front of his but on his…body, his chest actually. It kind of made him surprised because no one never ever checked him out like that, the feeling was weird and new, he was actually kind of flattered she did that, stared at him like that. It made his actually feel…wanted.

"Sure," she said, almost dreamily, he thought with a smile, "your parents are probably…worried," her words lingered and he blushed even a deeper shade of red.

"Something like that.." he muttered and turned around, meaning to jog home, but her voice stopped him from doing so-

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he managed to say, "I think you will," he answered with a broad smile. Watching her turning around and jogging the other way, he clenched his jaw. He couldn't even control his own body anymore, she took it all….

A/N: told ya it's a short meaningless drabble, but still, what do you think?!