Junior lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His dad was late home, again. This was not unusual, he was often called in to help with some emergency or other but this felt different. Something was not quite right and the sensation made Juniors teeth itch.

He zoned into reality just in time to focus on the last report on the days newscast.

'...Commander Up was grievously injured on his latest mission. Very few details have been released so far and Lieutenant Taz has - uhm - declined to comment...'

'Declined to comment, meaning she stabbed your reporter, thought Junior as he leapt to his feet. He didn't even know why he was going, it wasn't as if he could do much.

Still he felt like he needed to be there.
He arrived at the medi-bay in record time to see a crowd already forming. He shoved his way to the front and found Taz curled in the on the floor, still drenched in blood, sweat and what appeared to be tears. Taz was crying?

Junior snapped.

"ALRIGHT!" he bellowed over the clamour. "I'm sure a statement will be issued later but for now you need to CLEAR OFF!"

Junior gave each and every reporter a death glare and yelled some more until, half an hour later, the hallway was cleared.

He dropped to the floor beside Taz, not asking questions, what she needed was a friend right now.

To his surprise, Taz crawled over and leant her head into his chest. He automatically draped his arm around her shoulder and stroked her matted hair.

How long they sat, Junior never could figure out.

It might've been years.

Maybe it was only seconds.


A/N: Quick but massive thankyou to people reviewing and favouriting this! I'm still surprised people actually want to read my drivel!