As my eyes open, the blackness surrounding my field of vision clears and the fog in my mind lifts. I find myself strangely awake, at this hour still. For a fortnight I always awake at the strangest of times: Three twenty-two a.m.

This is just… odd. I keep waking up at the same time; it disturbs me. I thought as I sit up in my moonlit bed. Usually the shutters are shut, but tonight I felt needed a companion, and the moon just happened to be there. People have always told me, as long as I can recall, that my eyes under moonlight are mesmerising.

I look up at the moon and feel a strain, an ache starting to squelch around my heart. I lay my delicate, pale fingers on my chest. I can feel my ribs and my plexus, but for once, I fail to find my heartbeat. Maybe the cold numbed my fingers, I think to myself, as I lift my hand into the ray of light from outside.

I turn my hand and examine it: my almost white nails perfect as ever; my long fingers as delicate as crystal; my skin as soft as silk, but cold and white as snow. I fold my hands over my heart, thinking just how much I miss him; how much he had become such a priceless person to me, no matter what he believes.

"I miss him so much" I whisper, tears streaming down my pale face.

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I turn to my side on my cot and look through the coated windows. I feel a strange pull in my chest, but not in my heart. In my gut. The soft glow of the Moon reflecting the Sun's rays make me feel… enmity mixed with jubilant delight. But this sight is also most sorrowful, as it makes me feel like I am not at home; as if I should be somewhere else. I sigh and sit somewhat up, crunching my abdominal muscles, to look at Earth while I am at it.

Dad has been going on about how the Legion is surprisingly stupid for not looking in plain sight. We have been hiding on an old satellite, in which dad implemented a cloaking feature, as to make it look inhabited if somebody scans it. I am quite nervous about this though; hiding in plain sight means you are either unbeatable, or have nothing to lose. I do not believe my father is either of those. True, he is awfully cunning; therefore there may be ulterior motives I cannot see, but still… I don't like this.

A drumbeat. There's a drumbeat going on, in my chest. It is most unsettling to hear the thumping of my own blood-pumping organ. I can hear the blood running through God's little jokes… Please, not another migraine, I moan as I clam my head in between my two monstrous hands. I even curl up into a ball. That's just what I've become now; a furball.

Thankfully, the pain dissipates after a while. I check at the clock to see the time, well the time zone we go by anyways, I think as I see that it is exactly three twenty-two a.m. Weird… Always close to that time. For some nights, I have been waking up at the same time every night: one seventeen a.m. I asked Dad about it, at first he said it was nothing to be worried about, probably just my body not being used to this environment. When I told him the time I awoke at however, he sat down with me. And talked. Yes, my father actually spoke to me, outside of missions.

He told me, it was the time I was born; I was also born around this time of year. On Earth's Valentine's Day to be exact. Every year, mother would wake me up and give me a sweet on my birthday. Dad said it was probably just my body remembering this and acting accordingly.

I uncurled from my fetal position and stretched on my thin bed and went back to sleep.

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"I know we are still on the lookout for Timber Wolf, but Valentine's Day is still a day to celebrate love. Which is why today, you get to be partnered up with your significant other, or with whomever you wish"

Saturn Girl is really obsessed with match-making. She made that announcement through the HQ's microphone to make sure everyone here would hear it. Not just she, chameleon boy has been "delivering flowers, on behalf of others" He is just giving flowers with tags saying they are from another Legionnaire, just to make sure they end up in a couple. So far, I have gotten a peach rose, with a Tag from: Saturn Girl; Lightning Lad; Triplicate Girl; Bouncy Boy; Shrinking violet; and Chameleon boy.

I never pinned Cham on being a florist. When I asked him, he told me Brin was the real expert: on cooking; flowers; and even the arts. Apparently, there was even more to Brin than what I thought.

On an unrelated note, since the Legion has been short on rooms, and opening a pocket dimension is against standard regulations, I have been living in Brin's room. It is quite gloomy: Dark walls, purple carpet, black drapes and bed covers. There was a vase of magpies smashed on the floor when I moved in, but now it has been cleaned up. His personal belongings such as books, and even a diary, have been stored in safe keeping.

Saturn Girl let me keep one of his shirts though; I chose an orange tee shirt, since it was the only one reminding me of him. That made me really sproking happy, to say the least. I sleep with it on particularly bad nights.

Since I am new, and the daughter of the president of the UP, Saturn Girl gave me the day off. I am going to use that time to relax and take a relaxing walk to the mall. I know this will sound conceited and superficial, but just being in a mall makes me feel better. Probably because I will be surrounded by people who are happy.

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"Today, you will be retrieving an item from a contact in Metropolis." Are the first words I heard from father

"M-Metropolis? What about the Legion?" I stuttered

"You will be wearing a special cloaking device, son. They will never be able to recognize you among the populace" was his retort

I sighed, and grudgingly took the gadget. I started towards the bay and stop simply to turn on the device. I look human when it is activated: my grey coat replaced by tanned Caucasian skin; my crimson slits replaced by amber irises.

I embarked in the small ship and started towards my destination.

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Sipping my vanilla milkshake, I look around the court. Some guys look at me with an odd expression, probably because I am wearing Brin's shirt, with my curly hair let loose. One of them walks up to me, smiling shyly, he is cute… But Brin's cuter when HE'S shy,I think to myself as he leans onto the table. "Hey, how is it going?" he stutters

"I've seen better days"

"Really? And… why is that?" He sits down

"My boyfriend…" His face drops "Got kidnapped"

I hear a shocked gasp coming from him

"Well, then maybe you need somebody to keep you company?"

So that "shy guy" thing was just a disguise… freak "No"

He inches himself closer, "Awww, c'mon baby"

"Go. Away."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll kick you into the next dimension, space-wazz"

"Feisty, I like"

Before I can say anything, he slid next to me and his friends are sitting at the table. They are all smiling, thinking they got me scared. I give them a scared look and swiftly sucker punch the guy holding me. I stand up, take my milkshake and start to walk away.

"B*tch!" I hear the guy say with a slightly more nasal voice

Barely turning my head, I tell them "Leave me alone, freaks!" But before I made five steps, two of them are holding my arms, I could just phase out, but that wouldn't be fun… I start to squirm, waiting for one to get within kicking distance, when: "I believe she told you to leave her alone"

That voice. I know that voice… I try to turn around, but I am forced in the position with my back to him. Could he be back..? They let go of me and face him. I do the same, but the sight is definitively not what I expected: a tanned guy, except… that hair, those eyes… it has to be him.

Before any of them had the time to utter a single word, he already punched the two who were holding me, and the three others are too shocked to do anything. He picked one up by his neck, using his left arm. What the sprock? There's a holographic device on his belt. He threw the guy onto the other, leaving the leader with a shocked expression. I see my savior smirk, and that familiar canine poke out. No doubt now. He approached the guy who was flirting with me and simply crouched. The guy barely uttered a "what the f-" when he received a roundhouse kick to the head, sending him flying into the plants.

Brin then turned to me: "Are you okay..?" It's now or never! I jump into his arm, faking crying and being distraught. "I thought I was going to get raped!" I wail between sobs… Mom did say I would make a terrific actress… He hesitantly wraps his strong arms around me… I feel fur, not skin. Gotcha. I smirk, as I quickly phase my arm through the device, rendering it useless.

The man disappears and is replaced by my lupine love. How I've missed this sight… He looks completely flabbergasted. He looks at his hands and claws, realizing what just happened. He looks at me, just as I am about to…

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I look up from my animalistic hands and see her coming close. Our lips meet and she almost melts into me.