A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to get some more stuff posted before I went to bed and hope this makes up some for not updating in a few weeks.

She's ok. Perfectly ok and well rested too. I'm so glad she's alright, Krieg seems happy about it as well, at least as far as I could tell. Krieg pulled her closer so that her face was merely inches from ours. Gently he brushed some hair from her face, watching her with a careful eye. We saw her staring back at us with a mixture of confusion and fear.

Krieg rose suddenly, taking Lilith and Maya by surprise. His attention darted around the room as if he heard a noise. As fast as he arrived, he left the building.

"What was that about?" Lilith gasped.

I let out the breath I had been holding in, "No honest idea," I replied with an almost longing sigh.

Lilith chewed on her bottom lip, placing her hands on her knees to push herself up into a standing position, "Well any who, I ought to get going. Just let one of us know if you need something," she said before heading back up stairs.

I shifted on the bed resting my elbows on my knees and rubbed my eyes. "Shit my head hurts," I moaned. Looking around, things began to blur, to my surprise. Without warning, the room went black again.

I had passed out again. Dr. Tennis explained, when I awoke, that everything is ok and is most likely normal. Most likely. Everyone had been set out on missions, everyone but me of course. I'm stuck here back at the Crimson Raiders headquarters. Krieg is here too, but only because he refused to leave. He refused to leave my side. He hadn't said it exactly, more like Roland handed everyone their assignments, including Krieg and Krieg's only response was to toss the ECHO onto the ground with a loud roar.

I watched him move about the space with curiosity, picking up various things and examining each item for only a short period. I found my eyes lingering on the shape of his body, tracing each rippling curve all the way down to where they disappeared bellow the line of his pants. I could only imagine that based on his height and size that everything would be in proportion.

"There's definitely something wrong with me," I tell myself. "Trauma," I mumble aloud.

Krieg glanced over in my direction before grabbing something at his side. Item in hand, he strolled on over to me and held out a paper bag.

I looked up at him questioningly, the hesitantly accepted the bag. He continued to hover over me as I held the bag, as if waiting for my reaction to what lays within its paper contents. This made me even more nervous as I did what he seemed to want. Within the paper bag was another item wrapped in a paper like material. Retrieve the item I pulled it out and unwrapped it. Within the paper lay a crudely made sandwich, which contained: fresh-ish bread, sardines, lettuce and peanut butter. "Um...thanks...?"

You really care for her don't you?

Krieg kept his eyes on me, "You probably want me to eat it now...don't you?" I asked.

"Indeed good lady, please emerge yourself in its wholesome goodness," Krieg replied.

Roland entered the room wearing a clown mask, "Don't sniff the fruit salad!" he announced.

"What the hell is going on?!" I demanded.

"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey...stuff," the Doctor replied. I wasn't sure how I knew who he was, I just sort of did, "What are you doing here?" I asked.

The Doctor pursed his lips considering the situation, "I'm no scientist, but I'd say you're having some sort of fever induced hallucination brought on by a writer who is currently obsessed with my show..?" the Doctor shrugged, "Just a guess though."

"Doctor, I think you may have broken the fourth wall," Donna interrupted.

"Oh...guess I have...wonder what that'll do.."

I awoke with a start, just to bump my head on Krieg's forehead, "Ouch!"

Krieg grunted. "Pretty lady speaks madness while she sleeps," he giggled, "I like it," he added in a sort of serial killer tone.

His face was still close to mine and whether it was the fever or hidden longing, but I found myself reaching up towards Krieg's mask straps, pausing for a moment before beginning to unfasten them. His only reaction was to remain perfectly still. Releasing the straps I slowly pulled the mask from his face and stared at him.

One eye was healed shut, but it hardly phased my attention. My eyes traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the curves of his lips and the unmistakable hint of stubble. My free hand lingered near his face until I finally rested it upon his skin. So rough and dry, but I couldn't help myself. I find myself almost shocked by how still he remained aside from blinking eyes. He seemed just as shocked as me that I'm touching his face. With one final breath, I pulled him in for a kiss.

A/N pt 2: Also, for those of who haven't watched Doctor Who or are just wondering why I slipped the Doctor in there, he's my current obsession :D

Which brings me to my next point. If you like this story and are a fan of Doctor Who, or just might be interested in checking out my other stories, so fill free to do so. I have six up now, the two Naruto related ones suck cause they're old and terrible. Other than that, Allons-y!