Ah… I don't even know what to tell you anymore. You know what this is. NOTE: I do not own the rights for Moby Dick. There is a 75% chance that I will not posr next week; my computor crashed and I don't have a wireless devise that has a USB port.

Chapter 8: Relaxing in the Helicarrier

"Notice how my outfit doesn't even have a single tear in it," Power-man helped me up "and you know why… because it was custom made by the Juggernaut." With that, I passed out.

I woke up in the medical bay, Layla was holding my hand.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

She looked at the clock, "Nine hours, fifty-six minutes, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven seconds."

"You counted?" I asked.

"You broke your spine in three places," she said "your healing factor did the rest."

"I have a healing factor?!" I asked.

"Apparently." She said.

"Did you use your herbal medicine?" I asked.

"No," she said "the doctors said that you have to stay on the Helicarrier for a full twenty-four hours."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said "he just knocked the wind out of me."

"Well," I got out of bed "I need you to leave so I can put on some clothes, and then we are going to have a good day off."

I changed into my outfit (freshly cleaned) and took Layla to the game room.

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

"This is the game room," I said "where the teens go to have fun."

"Okay," she said "why are we here?"

I looked in her eyes, "Fury has his own karaoke machine.

I pointed to the machine, which was hooked up to speakers.

"You go first." I said.

She walked up to the microphone, picked a song, and sang beautifully: "No I would not give you false hope on this strange and mournful day, but the mother and child reu-nion is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I can't for the life of me, remember a sadder day. I know they say let it be, but it just don't work out that way, and the course of a lifetime runs over and over again. No I would not give you false hope on this strange and mournful day, but the mother and child reu-nion is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I just can't believe it's so, and though it seems strange to say, I never been laid so low. In such a mysterious way, and the course of a lifetime runs over and over again. But I would not give you false hope on this strange and mournful day, when the mother and child reu-nion is only a motion away, oh. Oh the mother and child reunion is only a motion away. Oh the mother and child reu-nion is only a moment away."

I clapped when she finished, "Your turn." She said.

"Okay." I said.

I went to the machine, picked a song, and sang: "I thought love was only true in fairy tales. Meant for someone else but not for me. Love was out to get me, that's the way it seemed. Disappointment haunted all my dreams. Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer! Not a trace of doubt in my mind. I'm in love, I'm a believer! I couldn't leave her if I tried. I thought love was more or less a given thing, seems the more I gave the less I got. What's the use in tryin'? All you get is pain. When I needed sunshine I got rain. Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer! Not a trace of doubt in my mind. I'm in love, I'm a believer! I couldn't leave her if I tried."

She clapped her hands, I went to her and she wrapped her arms around me. "Let's make lunch." She said.

"Okay." I said.

We heated up a microwave pizza and ate it. "All meat pizza," I said "I sense irony."

"You know," she said "all cats have a predator side, but there is also a docile side."

"How does that relate to what I just said?" I asked.

"It doesn't." She said.

"Okay." I said.

"I think I love you." When she said that, my brain imploded.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me." She said sassily.

"You only met me a few days ago." I said.

"I'm old enough to know who I love." She said.

"This might be going a little too fast." I said.

"Oh come on," she said "it's not like I'm going to have kittens with you sometime soon. I want to be married first."

"Good morals." I said.

"Sooooo…" she said "I wonder what Peter and Ava are doing, they're going to miss lunch."

"I'll get them." I said.

++MEANWHILE, IN AVA'S ROOM++

Ava has been reading to Peter from one of her first books: "… I was held above the water for almost one whole day and night, floating on a calm, peaceful sea. Even the circling sharks glided by as if their jaws were locked shut. The savage sea vultures sailed with closed beaks. On the second day, a sail drew near, I was picked up at last. It was the sad Rachel. In her search for her missing children she only found me, Ishmael." She closed the book and turned toward a snoring Peter.

"PETE!" she yelled.

"Nyah." He said as he woke up. And fell out on his chair.

"When did you fall asleep?" she asked.

"About two hours ago." He said.

"You do realize that I have to read this to you again, right?" she asked.

"Man hunts whale, obsession over whale kills man, and that's all I need to know."

She grunted and opened the book again: "Chapter One: Call me Ishmael. A few years ago, with no money in my wallet and nothing interesting to do on shore, I thought I would sail around a little on the watery part of the world. There is something mystical about being on the water, free of the land. I had been to sea many times before, but never to hunt whales. I don't know why, but this just seemed what I had to do this time. I would find a whaling ship and see if I could join the crew. The thrill of hunting a huge monster of the ocean and sailing the distant seas began to fill my mind. This was going to be exiting!"

She looked to Peter, whom was already asleep on the floor. She playfully threw a pillow in his face. They had a playful pillow fight for about ten seconds before they looked into each other's eyes, leaned forward, and kissed each other.

The door lifted open and Black Tiger was on the other side. "Lunch is r… oh…"