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Sometime later, I woke again. The white walls were a dull grey in the darkness of the night. I rubbed my eyes and yawned; it couldn't be later than eleven, could it?

Sitting up slowly, I looked around the room. A clock on the bedside table flashed 2:31 AM. I groaned, why was I up so early?

Since my brain wouldn't slow down enough to go back into a nice REM sleep, I decided to get up. I swung my legs over the bed and gingerly placed them on the hard floor. As I expected, the linoleum was freezing cold, but I stood up none the less. Curling my toes, I walked over to the window that overlooked the trees.

I plopped down on the window cushion and leaned up against the wall. I stared out at the shining stars. What I wouldn't give to be able to fly; the sensation of the wind blowing through my hair, the adrenaline. The freedom would be fantastic, the ability to just "up and go"; unbeatable by my standards. Birds were so lucky.

I sighed. I was only human; I couldn't fly to save my life.

I rubbed my arms as goose bumps slowly rose on my cool skin. Another yawn was about to escape my mouth when a huge purple explosion rocked the ground. My eyes widened to resemble saucers as I caught the edge of the wall in a death grip.

When the quaking ceased after mere seconds, I whipped around to see purple waves fade in the sky.

In space.

How was that possible?

I plastered my face against the glass; searching for other signs of the explosion. Unfortunately, I found nothing. Raising my eyebrows I sat back, "What the heck?"

An old seasoned nurse burst into my room, her wrinkled face was flushed and she gripped a clipboard as if it were her lifeline. Her voice cracked as she squeaked, "Ms Parc? What are you doing out of bed?"

I rolled my eyes; groggy, "Watching fireworks." I stood up and shuffled over to my bed. My body has been suddenly overcome with fatigue, that "boom" was more exciting than I realized.

Slowly I crawled into bed and covered up in the crisp sheets. Once I finished settling into the bed, I turned back to the nurse who hadn't moved, "Can I help you?"

She stuttered for a few moments before finding her footing, "Oh, you just go to sleep dear." I nodded and did just that.

Bright sunlight filtered into the room through the window, I forgot that the blinds were drawn. I squeezed my eyes tight, attempting to shut out the light; but to no avail. Sighing in defeat I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed.

My shoulder, amazingly, didn't hurt in the least. My brow furrowing in confusion, I began to poke and prod the previously injured area, "What the-?"

"I have reason to believe your wounds are healed because of me," Mar'Vell said from his spot by the window.

I started in my bed, "Jeez, you could have said you were there!" Laying a hand on my chest I hopped out of the uncomfortable bed and waltzed over to stand at his side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you," he replied and sighed. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his fists.

My brow creased in concern, "Are you alright?"

He paused, "I suppose. I'm only a bit sore."

I narrowed my eyes, "From what?"

"Flying into space," he informed me.

I was taken aback, "You did what?!"

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, "I was flying the nega-bomb off this planet when I began to freeze."

I cursed and crossed my arms, "Why? This isn't even your planet to protect."

His jaw clenched, "It is now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I have to appeal for humanity's survival to the Supreme Intelligence," he explained and stepped back from the window.

"I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but why?" I asked and followed him.

He stopped by the foot of my bed, "Because Yon-Rogg believes that I am a traitor."

My shoulders sagged, "Oh, Mar'Vell. If it means anything, you will never be a traitor to me."

His expression softened, "Thank you, Jenny."

I nodded and gently took his gloved hand in mine, "Take me with you."

He shook his head and squeezed my hand, "Not to Hala, I can't- I won't."

I gave him my best adult pleading look, hoping I didn't look like an incompetent child.

"Jenny, they'll use you as an experiment. I won't allow that," he said firmly and squeezed my hand tighter.

I froze, "Experiment?"

He nodded solemnly, "Unfortunately, yes. The Kree are not like humans, they have little compassion for life other than their own."

I sighed in defeat and whispered, "So, I take it you're leaving soon?"

He exhaled, "I must go before the Kree launch an attack on your planet."

Overwhelmed in a mix of emotions, I had wrapped my arms around his torso in a split second. He seemed surprised by the sudden assault, but slowly, tentatively, returned the hug.

"I don't want to lose you," I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut. "I can't lose you; you're the only one I have left. You know my family was killed."

I felt him exhale on the top of my head, "I know and you won't, and I will come back for you."

We stood in silence for a few minutes; just relishing in each other's company. I had an feeling I wouldn't see my friend for a long time. Even though we'd only known each other for a few years, I had grown closer to him than any other person I'd met. I'd decided to stay detached after my family's death, because I had come by the thought that nothing was worth caring about. We all lose it in the end.

But I see now, that is not true. Besides, it would have been hard not to be friends with Mar'Vell. We did work with one another nearly every day.

"So, I guess you don't want me to call you Phil?" I asked out of the blue, attempting to lighten the mood.

His large chest rumbled in amusement, "Call me what you like."

I chuckled with his and slowly pulled back from the embrace, "Travel safely, Mar'Vell."

"Of course," he responded and pushed one my many stray hairs from my face. "Be safe, Jenny."

He leaned in to me and gently pressed his cold blue lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I held my breath and pushed ever so slightly back. I felt him start to fade; his physical form's density lessening. After what felt like seconds (which it probably was), Mar'Vell was gone.

Wiping a traitorous tear from my eye, I sniffled and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

I sat there for hours, just thinking about how lively the past three years of my life had been the best. Mar'Vell had really pulled me back from the dark side. I sighed; I missed him terribly; already.

I could feel it in my bones that he wasn't on Earth anymore, "How far did you go?" Wringing my hands, I bit my lip.

The door slowly opened to reveal Carol, in all her wrapped up glory. She smiled at me and I returned the gesture; though it probably looked more like a grimace. She padded over quickly and plopped down beside me, "You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

I blinked, "How did you know?"

She scoffed, "You didn't really think I wouldn't notice all those look you gave each other? Or the extra little 'touches'?"

I froze, "You picked up on that?"

Carol rolled her eyes, "Yes, Jen. I did, I know how you feel about him."

"And you're not weirded out by it? Even though, you know, he's an entire different species?" I asked. I wasn't even entirely sure that I was completely over that shock.

She laughed softly, "That one's going to take some getting used to, but I'm sure you'll work it out."

I laughed with her, "I'm still trying to figure out how I fell for an alien!"

"Don't beat yourself up over it, what happens, happens," she said.

I stared silently at her.

"What?" she asked.

"When did you become philosophical?" I asked, dumbfounded. She'd never said anything like that before.

She smacked my arm, "Stop it."

I grinned and stretched out my arms over top my head, "What do you say we bust out of here?"

"I'd love to, but they won't let me go until they know for sure I'm not going to drop dead," Carol sighed and flopped backwards onto my bed.

I shrugged, "Well, I better head home. I got stuff to do."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Chores," I replied and stood up, "where do you suppose my clothes are?"

She pointed to the corner where a fresh set of clothes lay on a chair. I padded over to them and carried them into the bathroom.

After I was dressed I felt around in my pockets, "My phone in these?"

My phone was, indeed, in the pants. However, it was dead. I grumbled unintelligible words to myself and went to put it back when I felt something else in the same pocket. My eyebrows knit together in curiosity, "What could that be?"

As I pulled the object from the denim restraints I smiled.

I had found the communicator Mar'Vell had given me.