Don't shoot! I don't own Mew mew Power or Tokyo mew mew. Yes these are the English names. Get over it. S3v3rusIsMin3 is my lovely beta whom I couldn't live with out and is the reason these stories get updated at all. That being said please read and review.
Zoey felt the strangely familiar sensation of being tossed into churning water as Dren teleported away. As soon as solid ground was under her feet, she sank, vaguely aware of Dren's arms wrapped around her, sending waves of warmth through her body as he gently whispered into her ear. The words were hazy but she clung to them, the only things that kept her from throwing up or passing out.
Elliot's voice was muffled in the background as he yelled at Sardon.
"What the hell did you do to her?"
Sardon sighed and looked at the young prince, who was focused entirely on the young girl in his arms.
"Teleporting takes sometime to get use to and as Zoey has only teleported once before, the feelings are much like being sea sick."
Elliot glared and moved closer to Zoey as though to pull her away from Dren. Sardon held out his arms, stopping the man.
"Wait, Cyniclons have unusual abilities and Dren is putting it into to practice by settling her stomach and her mind. Remember her entire body, mind and soul has been ripped apart and thrown back together."
Slowly Dren helped Zoey to stand before handing her carefully to Renee who dove forward and pulled her protectively into a sisterly hug. Nodding once to the aliens, Elliot handed over the mew aqua before the two cyniclon's vanished.
Zoey closed her eyes and hid her face from her friends, afraid they would see the tears that were hiding in the corner of her eyes and know they were for the young alien who'd left. The girls seemed relieved to have her back as they asked constantly how she had been treated. Zoey smiled faintly at them and whispered softly
"They looked after me." Satisfied that she'd answered them she closed her eyes drifting into sleep. The teleportation had taken a lot out of her.
"Prince Dren? Are you okay?" Dren glanced at Sardon, the older cyniclon seemed worried as they prepared for the long trip back. Dren sighed, his eyes downcast and swimming with sadness.
"I wish I didn't have to leave her but I don't get a choice in this, do I?" Sardon sighed and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"No Prince Dren, I'm afraid you don't. You know the rules as well as I do. Mission before honor."
The prince nodded and turned around to look at the room in which he and Zoey had spent so much time.
Zoey opened her eyes slowly. She was back in her bed, her warm comfortable bed. But for some reason she didn't feel at home. Sighing, she closed her eyes missing the comforting warmth that she'd grown accustomed too.
"Get over it Zoey," She muttered to herself, "He's gone and he isn't coming back."