Disclaimer: I down own shit...damnit.

Hannah: You own us!
Kec'than: damn...she killed me...
Yeyinde: No, I did.
Ti'ka'il: Sorry, technically Kittyn did kill him...being the godlike author that controls our lives.
KittynJ: Of course! I am Kami, just like Light from Death Note! I wrote his name and his death...and he died! mwhahahahah!
All others: sigh she's off her meds!

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Hannah lay for a few hours, trying to learn their alphabet, and felt that she was getting no where. Even with the audio options, she still couldn't get it figured out. Finally just dropping her head on the padding that served as a pillow she let out a loud sigh. "Yeyinde! There's no way I'm going to learn this!" With a growl, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes.

Yeyinde chuckled a growl and walked over to her, standing over her he took the computer pad from her. "It is hard to learn a new language at an older age. Far easier as a pup." He looked over at the pad, "Perhaps we ought to get you to speak the language, then it would be easier to read it maybe?" He looked over the pad, "Let me work out a program." He walked to the controls and put the pad back into it's dock. Opening up a screen, he began to type away at the keys in front of him.

Closing her eyes she rolled onto her side and curled up. Wow, I feel so stupid right now. She growled in annoyance, and paused, realizing she was picking it up from Yeyinde. Letting out a sudden and loud laugh she nibbled on her thumbnail, trying to stifle her laughter.

"What?" Yeyinde turned the chair to look at her. He clicked curiously, and stood up, walking to her. "Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?" His voice sounded mischevious. Leaning over he looked closely into her face. "You wouldn't laugh at me would you?"

At his mock threat Hannah started to giggle louder. "No no, I was just thinking how I was starting to growl a little like you do. You're rubbing off on me." She sat up and slid her arms around his neck, "Not that I mind, of course." She grinned and kissed his cheek. "So what ya working on?" Letting him go, she hopped down from her bed.

Yeyinde took her hand and pulled her to the cockpit, sitting in his seat and pulling her onto his lap, he pulled up the screen again. "A translation program. It should run on the computer pad, through the same program." He pulled her against him, and punched a few more commands into the computers. Once it was done, he pulled the pad out and handed it to her.

Taking it she switched it on and ran the program. Simple words came up, written in english, but the audio was yaut'ja. "This is perfect!" She exlaimed, turning and kissing Yeyinde's cheek again, and standing she began to wander around the ship, repeating words as they were said to her.

Watching her, he smiled, "I am glad it works so well for you." He shook his head slightly and turned back to the controls, setting in the destination coordinates to Havvati. His mind wandered to all of Ti'ka'il's reactions to Hannah. Would she like her? Would she hate her? Could she tolerate her? What about Ik'yed'a? what will he think of her? What will she think of him? These thoughts ran through his mind. Stop, Yeyinde, just stop. Let fate take the controls. He sighed and shook his head to clear it. He listened as Hannah walked around the ship behind him. It was definately going to be an interesting, and completely unique time.

Hannah practiced for a while, feeling pleased with herself. She was doing well, so she thought. "Yeyinde?" She asked absently.

"Yes?" He turned the chair to look at her. "What is it, Hannah?"

Blinking rapidly, remember that she'd called for his attention she hastily remembered the question she had in mind. "How come these sound so different from when you say them? I mean...I recognize some of these words, but they arn't exactly how you said them when you were saying stuff, not when you were explaining them to me. There are the other sounds you use. The voice on the tablet doesn't have them." She had sat in her chair and faced him.

"What you're speaking of is what we use for inflection, along with the volume and tone, the other sounds you hear are just more...mmmm...I don't want to say complex, and insult you, but...it's just..." He tried to find a way to say that the human language that she spoke was rudamentary compared to yaut'ja.

"No no, you're right, it's probably a lot more complex." She laughed, "I'm an ex-gamer. I already know humans suck!" She giggled, and hit the next button on the pad, and listened to the next word.

"Ex-gamer?" He repeated the word in English, unsure as to what it meant in Yaut'ja. "What is an ex-gamer?"
Looking up at her dear confused yaut'ja lover, she smiled. "I used to play video games. PC games usually..." She tucked her feet up under her, "Uhm...they're entertainment really. Just stuff for fun. I did a lot of role playing ones, where you imagine yourself as someone else and act like they would, to create a story." Scratching the back of her head for a moment she paused to think, "in most of them there were a lot of different races. If humans were one of the races that a person could play as, they usually were the weakest, or suckiest. But that's just an opinion I suppose. Some people still liked to play as human. Not me." She smiled at him, "Sounds crazy eh?"

Giving her a short nod, Yeyinde agreed. "Your race is strange," He told her with a chuckle. "We will be leaving soon, so you should strap in."

Pulling the straps across her she looked at him, "I thought we were leaving tomorrow." She clicked the latches together and gave them a little tug to make sure they were fastened.

"We were. I changed my mind. I want to get to Havvati today. Though it will be late today," He told her, keeping his eyes on the controls. She is right, once she learns to pilot, things will be a lot easier. This ship was not meant for one person at the controls! He continued to pilot alone, feeling strangely happy that she was actually trying to learn yaut'ja. Customs will be harder than language He realized suddenly. Looking at Hannah he sighed A lot harder. As much as he loved her, she was stubborn, which, while it was respectable, was also going to be a problem.

Hannah went through a few more words, "teach me to understand inflection a bit at least?" She asked, looking up at him. "I can at least be able to recognize it."

Yeyinde chuckled, "You can understand what I am feeling, when I speak to you, correct?" He asked her, peering at her as he punch in the lauch commands. When she gave him a nod, he told her, "Then you can understand inflection already. You will be staying close to me most of the time, so you will not have to worry about much. For now, I do not want you to go anywhere without me or Ti'ka'il. She will protect you as well." He finished the commands and the ship shuddered and rose into the air, hovering before the take-off engines kicked on and drove the ship forward, rising towards the heavens.

"Well," Hannah gritted against the extra gravity pressing her against the chair, "I guess you're right." She closed her eyes as the ship rocked violently. "What's wrong?" Fear rose up in her.

"The automatic stablizers are not working. I will have to pilot manually." His voice showed his annoyance. He hadn't had to pilot manually for years. Paya, may I remember how! He pressed a button and two flat disks with buttons around the front edge rose up out of the chair, raising to where his hands were. He used them, placing his palm on the flat top, his fingers on the buttons, and used the disk by tilting his hand, to pilot. The ship still shook, but not nearly as bad as it had been. He was completely focused on his piloting.

Opening her eye a bit, Hannah peeked over at Yeyinde, watching him. She bit her lip as the craft still shook and quivered beneath them. Closing her eyes again she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Once the ship had stopped shaking and was flying smoothily, she opened her eyes to see the black void of space outside the viewports. Sighing she turned to look at Yeyinde, "Dunno if my heart can handle any more takeoffs like that." She laughed nervously and looked at the pad in her hand, unclipping her harness. "How long until we get there?" She askes, leaning forward, her hair cascading around her like a curtain. For a moment everything that had happened to her, rushed through her mind. From the fire and on. Tears lept to her eyes, stinging and burning. She pulled a deep breath throuh her teeth silently and scrunched her eyes shut. Letting the breath out, the tears faded. She threw a smile on her face and looked up at Yeyinde, waiting for his answer.

Feeling that something was wrong, he didn't answer right away. When Hannah smiled at him, Yeyinde answered, "It's only a few of your hours away." He set in the coordinates for Havvati, then turned to face her. "Hannah, are you...upset with...anything?" He asked her.

Blinking at him a couple times while thinking, How could he tell? Do I look like I've been cry? I didn't cry...how? She wrote it off to his overall superiority. May I never think that again... "No, of course not Yeyinde. I'm fine, I promise," she assured him, leaning over and placing her hand on his arm.

Knowing she was hiding something, but not wanting to press the matter just yet. Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him and held her close to him. "Tell me, are you happy to be out here. Would you rather go home?" He asked her quietly.

Hannah clutched at the netting on his chest, feeling the heat radiating from it. "No, Yeyinde. I don't want to go back, I don't have a home. This is my home now. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I love being here with you, and I love you." She pressed her head against his chest, inhaling his scent. "I am happy when I am with you." Just being this close to him, having him hold her near him. Hannah sighed contentedly. It felt more right than anything she could ever have imagined.

Hearing her say those words, Yeyinde calmed and purred to her, gently rubbing her back. "I am glad, for I want you here as well," He held her close, and they stayed there for a long time, content to be near each other.

A light blinked on the comm and Yeyinde sighed, "Ti'ka'il is hailing us." He let Hannah stand. She stood up beside him, and realized he was the same height as her, when he was sitting. He flipped the comm on and Ti'ka'il's face appeared on the screen. "Hello, sister," He greeted her.

"Hello brother," She returned. Seeing Hannah she clicked excitedly, "Oh! Hannah, I am glad to see you up and about. You are looking far better than when I last saw you," she trilled.

Hannah blushed a bit, "Ah, yes, Thank you very much for coming to help me." She smiled at Ti'ka'il and looked down at Yeyinde. He patted her hand. She smiled pleasently, as the two yaut'ja spoke briefly about on planet coordinates and arrival times. Yeyinde bragged about Hannah learning to read and speak a bit of yaut'ja.

"Perhaps she will be more or less fluent by the time you introduce her to the clan?" Ti'ka'il asked optimistically.

"I should hope she'll be able to follow conversation at the least, and preferably not offend anyone," He chuckled and looped his arm around Hannah's waist, pulling her onto his lap. She yelped quietly, but smiled at him and playfully huffed indignantly.

Ti'ka'il watched delightedly to see her previously moody brother so happy. He had always been her favorite, and she was glad that he had found his love. Her mind flicked back to when she had found hers.

Briefly leaning down to touch his mandibles to Hannah's head, Yeyinde let her snuggle close to him. "I will want your opinion as to when she will be ready to confront the clan." He told Ti'ka'il in yaut'ja.

Figuring they were having a personal conversation, Hannah leaned against Yeyinde, still tired from her recovery. She closed her eyes and yawned, relaxing and letting the siblings have their private conversation. She wondered if Lex could ever imagine anything like this when she met the yaut'ja's in the pyramid. Did she ever, afterwards, think anything like this could happen? And what about Jaslene, her roommate? She had seemed rather wise about it all. She'd have to ask them sometime, afterall, Yeyinde said they could return to earth from time to time.

"Of course I will give my opinion. Just try to stop me!" Ti'ka'il laughed. She watched Hannah resting. "Do not be surprised," She added, through the translator, "if she is weak for the next few days. She will be tired, because she is recovering."

Yeyinde agreed quietly. "I will not let her overexert herself."

Hannah sighed softly as his voice rumbled deeply in his chest. It comforted her, every reminder that he was this close, that he was real, that it wasn't all just a dream. Though it was a very good dream if it was.

"We will be there soon, I will talk more with you then. Be strong, Ti'ka'il." Yeyinde said, and they both switched their comms off. Turning his attention to the female in his lap. She looked to be asleep, but he could tell she wasn't. "Hannah," he urged her quietly.

She made a softly mewling noise and looked up at him, "Yeyinde?"

He shook his head and leaned down, running his mandibles across the top of her head, the side of her face, and onto her shoulder. She leaned against his arm that was holding her and sighed. He pulled her against him, and let her rest again, as they flew undisturbed.

Back on the planet they had just left, a string of yaut'ja curses trailed through the air, and bright green blood marked a path to a cloaked ship. "Geeta! Get over here!" Came the rough and shaky voice. A Tharian female rushed over, "Master...you are wounded!" Came her high airy voice. "Get my med-kit, and a transfusion pack." As she rushed away, he sat on a container and growled, lifting his blood covered hand to his face, looking it over, "I will kill you, oh brother of mine. For this, you die."

Until next time kiddies!