A/N: So my last chapter, quite frankly, stunk. (Scratch that, people who have reviewed since I started writing this chapter beg to differ, which makes me happy that people are enjoying it!) So now it's redemption time (hopefully)! Hahahahaha

Disclaimer: I do not own Leviathan, its characters, or the name Scott Westerfeld.

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The Other Story

Captain Hobbes was inspecting his middies' cabins. Those two were on leave, as the Leviathan was staying in London for a few days and both were visiting family. However, on leave or not, there was an inspection scheduled and he would complete it. They needed to learn to keep their personal space clean at all times anyway. Midshipman Sharp's cabin was spotless as expected, but Midshipman Newkirk's cabin had a draw that was wide open with the contents nearly spilling out in obvious disarray. Tsking to himself, Captain Hobbes walked over and was about to push the drawer in, when he saw that the mess seemed…intentional. Looking through sheets of paper and discarded pens, Hobbes found a bound journal, a page near the middle marked. It may be wrong, but Captain Hobbes turned to the page.

I cannot believe this. I needed to borrow some soap from Dylan because mine seems to have disappeared. But when I walked into his cabin, I couldn't see him in his room. I turned to leave when I heard soft gasping coming from the other side of the dresser. Looking around the corner of the furnishing, I found Dylan sprawled across the floor; his face was flushed. I rushed to his side and felt his forehead. He had a raging fever, his forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breath was coming out in short, ragged gasps. His hand was clutched at his ribs and he was unconscious. I didn't know what was wrong, but there was nobody within hearing range and I was afraid to leave him alone. Whatever was wrong, first things first was to see what was wrong with his ribcage. I struggled with trembling fingers to unbutton his coat and shirt. Under his shirt there was a length of tight bandages. I figured that any injury that required the binding could be rebound after I got his breathing back to normal. I started working on the bandages, when I noticed there was something off with his…body. There was a single layer of binding left and there was a slight curve to Dylan's chest. His breathing was becoming more regular, but I couldn't leave the bandages there. There may have been only one layer left, but it was still constricting his-her lungs. I'm still not happy with what happened. Even though I stood her up facing away from me and kept my hands as far away from…her as possible, I didn't want to find out her secret. But I swear I'll keep it, now that I know. After I got her back into her jacket, I laid her back down and walked out. Thinking about all the times she saved my life and all that she's accomplished…is it weird to be…attracted to her? I'm so confused now…

Captain Hobbes reread the passage. Could it be true? Was his top midshipman really a…a girl? Was it even possible? The next day he saw as Dylan talked with that Alek boy and some other crew members, he noticed the looks Newkirk gave Dylan from across the mess hall. Newkirk got up and walked over to the small group and put his arm around Dylan's shoulder. Yeah, I'd say it's pretty bloody possible. He called Dylan into his office after breakfast.

"Hello, Mr. Sharp. I've learned some very interesting information." The captain stared at Dylan, but Dylan didn't avert his gaze. Strong kid. Thought Captain Hobbes as he broke the stare down. "It seems as though some interesting secret has been found out…about you."

"M-me?" Dylan's voice squeaked out.

"Yes, you. It seems that young Mr. Newkirk has found out a little secret you've been hiding."

"And he told you?" Dylan exclaimed.

"No, he did not tell me, but he keeps fairly detailed diary entries. He believes you to be a girl, and, looking back on your mannerisms, the signs have always been there and I believe it too. Do you admit that it's true?" Dylan hung his head.

"Aye, sir. It's true enough. I'm some daft lass who joined the service to fly. I belong in the air, you see, sir." The captain leaned in and winked.

"Then we had better try bloody well to keep you with us, Mr. Sharp. It wouldn't do to lose my best airman." Dylan looked up, grateful for her secret's reveal to be so easy.

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"Sharp!" Newkirk called to Deryn from one end of the hall.

"Dylan!" Called Alek from the other end.

Nearly everyone on the bloody ship had found out about her secret, but nothing changed. They even still called her "Mr. Sharp" for the sake of normalcy. Bauer, Hoffman, and Klopp had taken even more enjoyment from teaching a girl to swear like a Clanker. But Newkirk and Alek seemed…awkward around her. Both boys reached Deryn at the same time and grabbed one of her arms. They had a tug-of-war of sorts until Deryn called out.

"Oi! You mind not ripping my arms off? I need those to get topside later!" Mumbling apologies, the two boys thrust out their hands for a game of rock, paper, scissors. Alek won, much to Newkirk's chagrin and Deryn followed Alek to their meeting place. The place where they had told so many secrets would be he setting for their last ones.

"So…Dylan. You're a girl?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you. Well…wouldn't tell you. But I need to fly. I wanted to tell you so many times but everything's gone pear-shaped every time I tried. I just didn't want you to hate me after you told me your secrets and became my closest friend." Alek said,

"I haven't told you all my secrets. I think I may be in love with you. From the beginning I've always admired you, and lately I've been…thinking about…things. It's not the Leviathan that I'm in love with. It's you. My best friend and the girl I love."

"Oh Alek…I'm sorry, I really liked you a while ago, but Newkirk has been so nice and I think I'm falling for that blasted monkey luddite."

"What!"

"I'm just pulling your leg. Lighten up." She leaned in and kissed a surprised Alek, before going to meet Newkirk.

"Dylan, I…I think I may be in love with you."

"Interesting, how did the captain find out, said you knew first."

"Yeah, that is to say, I did find out first, but I never told. I wrote about it in my diary."

"You what!"

"Heh, sorry." Newkirk shuffled awkwardly as Deryn took deep breaths.

"I'm not mad, but that's because it all worked out. The captain's not going to throw me off."

"I'm glad it all worked out." Newkirk wrapped his arms around Deryn and said, "I know it's Alek, I just wanted you to know." Before walking away.

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Captain Hobbes didn't want this bloody evidence on his ship, should someone come across it. He didn't want Sharp to leave, he was the Leviathan's best airman, and that besides, Hobbes owed Sharp his life for multiple occasions. She's certainly proved her worth in her time on the Leviathan. As soon as they docked in New York, he buried that godforsaken diary. Newkirk didn't need a diary anyway…right? Oh well.

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2015

"I have no idea what I'm doing digging in this spot, but I feel compelled to find something here." Some movie director mumbled to himself. He got a good foot down when he found a journal. Inside he found out something very interesting. Dylan Sharp, the famous service member from the early 1900's, was actually a Scottish girl, and a year too young to join up, to boot. Well, what do you know, history can be changed. And he was going to make history, not to mention a fortune, by making a movie of what really happened in World War I. He was going to call it Leviathan, and it was going to be a hit. "This movie will be the most epicful thing ever." Yes it will, Scott Westerfeld, yes it will. "Hey, disembodied voice over person, will my movie really be good?" Yes, it will be more successful than the Twilight movies…combined. "Ha! Take that Stephanie Meyer!" Yeah, stick it to her! "Are we breaking the fourth wall?" Probably… "Huh…cool."

A/N: I do not own Scott Westerfeld or Stephanie Meyer.

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