Disclaimer:
The books that are mentioned in this chapter don't belong to me-
The Prince and the Pauper belongs to Mark Twain
The Twelfth Night belongs to William Shakespeare
Shopoholic belongs to Sophie Kinsella
The Alchemist belongs to Paulo Coelho
Ender's Game & Ender's Shadow belong to Orson Scott Card.
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Tal: Can I have Andros?
Andros: No, you see, Dark Specter has Zordon and he's draining all his powers…
Tal: But I likey 'drosy :D !
Andros: I'm called Andros…
Tal: We could live on Earth together…. ;sighs;
Andros: I live in KO-35, it's in the Karova system! ;evil-I'm-from-the-karova-system-and-you're-not-glare;
Tal: But Andy….!
Andros: Astro-Delta Megazord, online!
Tal: I'm screwed!
Not mine ;
A/N:
DizneeDol: thanks, I hope you'll like this new chap!
AH/AY: cheeky, cheeky, cheeky… but thanks anyway :P You helped me a lot! You're galactic! hugs
SweetSas: Thanks! only updating because I promised…. :D I hope you'll like it!
Phantom Rogue: thanks: I tried to make this one more of a fluff.. I hope you'll enjoy it..:D
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What's Left of Me
By DarkHonda aka Tal
PRiS AU
Chapter 6: Books
As he was gently lying her down on the bed, she pulled herself up although of his protests in the form of a long glare. She laughed quietly, "Don't be all that mad at me, Andros, I hate lying down." He looked at her eyes again, drowning in them, and that feeling again spread in his entire body, top to bottom. 'Oh those eyes,' he silently sighed, 'when have they become so amazing?' he wondered.
She smiled at his gaze and he blushed, his cheeks gaining a faint shade of pink. He diverted his gaze from her, looking at her book shelf. She giggled in response, 'I'm such a little boy next to her,' he groaned silently, unpleased with his blush, he gazed at the titles of the books…'The Prince and the Pauper….The twelfth Night….'
"I never go to thank you, Andros," she whispered softly, cutting his thoughts, "You saved me and I'm thankful. Andros, without you I wouldn't have been here today".
She was looking straight in his eyes and he felt himself mesmerizing, her voice alone, let alone her appearance could easily replace her words. Something in her soothed him, reassured him.
"You don't need to, Ashley, I did what anyone of us would have done. I …" he stuttered yet in his mind he knew exactly what to tell her, 'I can't imagine tomorrow without your presence and reassurance, I won't be able to survive one battle without being able to look at you,' he wanted to say but knew he couldn't, again he diverted his gaze to the bookshelf, memorizing the titles….'Shopoholic…The Alchemist…Don't Judge by the cover…Ender's Game…Ender's Shadow…'
"Andros," Ashley whispered and suddenly he felt brave enough to look at her, studying her image, now holding a yellow doll. His eyes studied the doll, not realizing he's letting Ashley's eyes study him. 'Don't Judge by the cover,' he thought and again eyed the yellow doll, totally failing to understand what exactly was it. It was a bit dirty, one limb of the doll was missing and it didn't have eyes. Its other three limbs were cubicle, and it had a weird black shield on its shoulders and chest with a large "4" on it.
'Hold on,' he thought, 'Isn't it a mini-zord?' he doubted though, it really didn't look like a zord. It lacked the clean metal lines of a real zord, the ability to move freely and the red eyes, 'and why did it miss a limb?' he wondered. Not able to decide whether to ask or not his mouth decided for him.
"Is that a zord?" he asked her almost blurting it out.
"It used to been zord," she smiled a strange smile, a bitter smile? "It was destroyed. I ordered it to be destroyed." He was completely confused now, 'she ordered her zord to be destroyed? But why?'
"I had to," she said, as if hearing his thoughts, "it was my Star Racer, one of the rescue zords given us as turbo rangers by the Phantom Ranger. When we couldn't defeat Goldgoyle, we ordered it to self destruct. I… this is a memory of my favorite turbo zord." She had tears in her eyes now, he felt his heart dying slowly for her.
"Don't cry, Ashley," He whispered and sat next to her on the bed, taking the doll to his hands, examining it, "maybe I can repair it, will you let me?" he asked and she nodded.
"Andros, you've done so much for me already… why are you doing this?"
"I don't know," he told her hesitantly, "I guess you've always been a star to me…" he dared, yet didn't look in her eyes. After a while, silence began lurking them again. Suddenly her eyes caught up his, brown chocolate eyes meeting hazel ones and again, the electricity that surged in his veins woke him, reviving his desperate soul.
'Only a bit closer, closer to her sun…closer to the light that she is…' he thought as his lips finally touched hers. He closed his eyes merely a split of a second after her, lingering on the moment, on the feeling. Holy stars, was this feeling the one he longed for in lonely nights on the megaship? Was it? Is Ashley is the answer to all of this? And what was it exactly anyway? He never needed someone before so... why now all of the sudden?
Closeness. That warm feeling that buzzed inside of him and radiated from her own body as they sweetly touched. It was reviving; he felt like he was drinking water after years of thirst, he could almost laugh. When she opened her eyes again, he was closer than ever, more than just physically, he was everything in the world that moment.
It was happiness meeting grief, hope meeting despair. 'Don't Judge by the Cover…' where has he seen that book before? It felt so familiar, so close…
Ashley was smiling now, he was smiling himself. She leaned her head on his shoulder and his hand snuck to her waist. He kissed her hair now, relaxed, 'how easy is to love someone…' he mused, and the next thing that popped into his head was, 'hold on... love?'
A/N:
Sorry this is short, my birthday is officially over in Israel but let me hope it's still my birthday(July 11th) in your country. Anyway, I gave my promise to SweetSas.
Now, if you want to read that book Andros been wondering about (Don't Judge by the Cover), all you should do is go to Ashley Hammond Astro Yellow profile and look it up. She wrote that fic you know:P
