A/N: Hello everyone. So I've never posted so early in the morning but todays first day of school again...which sucks...but anyways, it's a nice late start and I'm freaking bored so here you guys go. :D. I don't really think I have anything else to say this morning but I hope you guys enjoy!

I don't own anything but my sexy OC's XD.

Quick review responses: Psychochicken: Better hurry, plans are bubbling up and shits about to go down. The fate of everyone's lives now rest in my hands, and all your reviews XD. Good luck!

Treefroggies77: You misunderstand MY POWER! lol. I hope your first day back into school was...delightful...XD. You'll have to tell me all about it later, but yes, Lexy and Diffy, getting better realtionship YAY. And Jax...oh yes. I'll get the fuzzy pink hand cuffs XDDDD. We'll show him a little how slavery REALLY works! But duurrrrmm mmm...MMMM...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I just want to pet his stomach XD.

last two at bottom. :S

KILL ME (I dun wanna go to school) ~You know who I am.


Jax slowly walked into the command center of the ship, tapping his foot and crossing his arms anxiously. He wanted the information and he wanted it NOW, "Well!?" He snapped, glaring down at all the crew members.

"Sir her PAK signature came up again, it's in the woods towards the Northern side of Irk away from our last hit during the ball," A crew member called back saluting respectfully. Jax face palmed and dragged his hand down his face, an angry expression still present.

"Ok we knew that much ALREADY!" He snarled, antenna pressing forward as his pupils narrowed into tight little slits, "HER LOCATION IS WHAT I WANT! EXACT COORDINATES!"

"W-We may have those too, sir," An older looking fleet member grumbled while crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his fingers. He wasn't exactly fond of how an Irken was the one bossing them around when the Irkens were the ones they were trying to eliminate.

Jax's eyes lit up as his antenna bounced in curiosity, he wasn't exactly fond of this crew member either. Always disrespecting orders and using sarcasm whenever he pleased, "Enlighten me."

"Well," The Vortarian started, grinding his teeth together, "She's only a few miles in, straight from the entrance. Not that hard to miss if you're really searching."

Jax's expression hardened as he glared at the Vortarian, "Great, then you can go fetch her."

"W-WHAT!"

"You heard me," Jax spat back, "Unless of course you'll start actually respecting my orders?"

The Vortarian growled to himself while digging his claws into his arm, "There's a kink in that plan. She can easily slip away in the woods, hide, run, find someone else to mooch off of."

"So what are you suggesting?" Jax droned, getting annoyed with this conversation.

"We need to smoke her out, so to say of course. How? I don't know yet, but we need something to draw her out."

"Leave that to me," Someone said making everyone jump…well everyone except Jax whom just groaned and glared as his brother came sauntering out. The whole crew stood and saluted respectfully as Moon just waved them off, clearly not impressed.

"Where have you been for the past week? I have been commanding the whole fleet!" Jax snapped making Moon roll his eyes and shove Jax out of the way, taking charge in the command post.

"I've been…busy. I however couldn't help but over hear your little fiasco plan here. It's incredibly imprudent, but I'd expect as much coming from you," Jax glared at him while mentally strangling him. Moon loved to make anyone and everyone publically look bad.

"Then why take part in it?" Jax shot back, taking a few steps and getting in Moon's way a little, "Because all I see right now, is a dead weight trying to command my fleet."

"Really? Is there a mirror on me or do you just like discreetly talking about yourself," Moon spat back, making Jax glare and back down a little bit, "Now AS I was saying, your plan is dumb, pathetic and just utterly horrible but I have a few loose ends that I need to tie up and one should help get your little obsession back to you."

"Loose ends?" Jax scoffed, rolling his eyes and lowering his antenna.

"Yes, dear little brother," Moon said, smiling hatefully down at Jax, "Loose ends. I unlike you have found my target by myself within the last twenty four hours and I will now start initiating my plan to confront said target."

"Oh yeah and how do you plan on doing that?" Jax growled back. Again his brother was trying to one up him as always.

"Easily, a little black mail and oh I don't know a hostage," Moon said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Take a look runt," He motioned towards the screen in front of him that had two options on it. It said, 'would you like to continue: Yes or No.'

"All I see is a dumb yes or no question. Get to the point dumbass."

"This is my hostage."

"A yes or no question?" Jax scoffed, contorting his face into one of triumph, "Some hostage you got there."

Moon grabbed his jaw very forcefully and made him look at the screen again, "It's not just a question, it's a choice between life and death. If I press yes, my hostage gets a dose of infection and dies within the next week; if I press no well you get the picture."

"How could that work, unless this is a slave?"

"No, and that's the beauty in it," Moon purred excitedly, "this person was attacked a while back and something killed my precious walker as it was lodging the needle of infection into said person's PAK. It didn't have enough time to inject the poison or my hostage would already be dead by now."

"How is this going to help obtain your target," Jax asked, completely curious now as to what exactly moon was planning, "And are you planning on killing said target, or enslaving them?"

"So many questions, so little time," Moon purred again, letting go of Jax's jaw and circling him slowly, "My target has a direct or more like intimate relation to my hostage. I don't just plan on enslaving them; I plan to trick them into giving me everything I please and more, and then kill my hostage anyways, just to make them squirm. Then my target will be my personal slave that I may or may not end up selling later on in time."

"Uhh sirs? Aren't we trying to get rid of the Irkens, not preserve them?" The disrespectful Vortarian interrupted.

"We are getting rid of them, but some to be sold to slaughter houses isn't much of a problem to you now is it?" Moon spat back, he did not like being interrupted during such an important talk with his pleasant little brother.

"No sir," He grumbled, looking away and backing down.

"Find your place soldier or I'll find it for you," Moon growled pulling his gun out and shooting a hole in the wall right next to the now petrified Vortarian, "And that little place of yours will be under ground." The Vortarian nodded and gulped, quickly getting back to work.

"So how is this supposed to draw Tabitha out?" Jax asked a hint of jealously boiling in his stomach at the fact that Moon had more control of the crew than he did.

"You'll just have to wait and find out won't you?" Moon said, patting Jax's face in a bit of a harsh manner, "How's the slave?"

"Feisty," Jax answered, shrugging, "And you?"

"Submissive, she learned her place during the first night. Hasn't yours learned hers?" Moon taunted, his eyes wandering around all the Vortarians working.

"She likes to rebel here and there, but her fiery attitude is easily broken down," Jax shot back, trying to talk himself up so Moon didn't out do him in EVERYTHING.

Moon clicked his tongue and shook his head back and forth, "You're getting slow Jaxy boy, rebellion shouldn't be tolerated, thus why I control this crew better."

"You're telling me that I'm getting slow when you're the 390 year old here?"

"And look where all those years have left me, the commander of a strong Vortarian fleet and sadly the baby sitter of a dull dead weight," Moon sighed, sitting down in his command chair and typing some things into the computer, "The walkers have done well for only being around for about a month now. More than half of Irk in is complete utter chaos."

"How could the walkers have moved and spread so quickly?"

"I infected most of the Vortarian slaves whom were sent to different parts of Irk a while back. That and I've hit in more than one place." Moon droned watching his statistics carefully.

"More than one place?"

"Yes the same night as the ball, I sent five other Vortarian crews to unleash a set amount of viral Irkens into the world all in different places. All thousands of miles apart."

"That wasn't part of the plan," Jax growled, clenching his fists in anger. Moon had been going behind his back a lot recently and it was starting to make Jax mad.

"Wasn't it though?" Moon sighed, loving how angry his clone got and how quickly it could happen. He enjoyed seeing Jax squirm, "You were gone for a long time Jaxy, bits and pieces of the plan have changed since then."

"Please," Jax scoffed, "Enlighten me."

"Well I plan on taking the Massive down myself, and then let the resisty go in once I breach the perimeter of the Massive and take down the Tallest."

"Alone? You won't live to tell the tale," Jax challenged, leaning against the rail of the command center.

"Oh yeah I forgot to mention, that me I talked about is actually you. I am just there for moral support."

"What!" Jax snapped, eyes widening, "You just said you were going to do it single handedly!"

"Not single handedly," Moon said, smiling at his little clone, "Besides you're disposable. I could care less if you live or die."

"Then why ensure my safety within the crew?"

"For fun of course, plus if I'm caught up in my own plans, someone's got to make the fleet into sissy's so I can be entertained getting them back into shape." Moon shrugged tapping his claws together and leaning back into the seat.

Jax gnashed his teeth together while glaring at his brother, "You realize I am not going to do that right?"

"Yes you will," Moon said back, glaring Jax down, "Because I said you will. And I am technically YOUR master."

"Bullshit," Jax spat back, "I am not doing any more of your dirty work."

"Yes," Moon said, pulling something out of his pocket and twisting a dial on it. Jax wondered what he was doing for a second before a searing pain over took his head, neck and back. He gasped as his pupils narrowed, clutching the command center railing as he collapsed to the ground, twitching and wheezing. Moon just smiled and turned the nob down a little bit, letting Jax breathe, "You will."

Sol's POV.

It had been three weeks since Jeb lost his arm and Zim nearly lost his life. I was still trying to get a goodnights rest but one way or the other, someone would come wake me up with aches and pains or bandages needing to be changed or anything. To say it was starting to grind on my nerves was a major understatement.

At the moment, I was peacefully resting in the room I had chosen. Yes that was another thing. We had yet to even escape town since the Ball. There are walkers literally EVERYWHERE and we have no weapons and no ammo. We're honestly just sitting ducks. But we did seek refuge in an evacuated building where we have been staking it out with boarded up doors and windows. There is one way in and one way out, and that's a window on the second story that gets boarded up at night but is left to be opened during the day when our groups runners go out for any supplies they can salvage.

I've been slammed with more cases since we started launching paroles for supplies. Vex had come back with a gouged shoulder blade and a broken wrist, Areo with mere sprains, scrapes and bruises and Vex's captive, Riley or something. She came back with a gashed leg and a displaced shoulder. Honestly if I wasn't running out of medical supplies before I sure as hell am now.

Which is what I just got done checking. I'd have enough supplies to take care of everyone in the group with minor injuries at least twice more. Half the pain killer though which wasn't very good but if a major case came up again then I'd be out within hours.

This wasn't good news to any doctor of my specialty but now I was trying to get it off of my mind with a cup of old coffee and a good medical book. 'Medical Therapy of Stone Disease: From Prevention to Promotion of Passage Options. Medical therapy has been used for years in the prevention of Urinary stones. Medications directed at correcting urinary metabolic abnormalities responsible for promoting stone formation include thiazide, diuretics, citrate salts, and allopurinol.' I read slowly. This was not an Irken medical book, in fact it was a Meekrobian medical book but any new information I could use and know was amusing. It wasn't in Irken either, but I was fluent with the language of the Meekrobs, there was still just a few grammar issues that bothered me but other than that their language is as simple as reading a children's book.

Urinary tract infections were not a problem among the Irken empire for the reasonable fact that we do not expel any wastes, our PAK's simply recycle them so we merely do not have to eat for ages if we so please. Any other useless waste is easily gotten rid of just from the PAK using it to make it work properly as well.

Funny fact about that, PAK's can't survive without Irkens, Irkens can't survive without PAK's it's simple logic, but it confuses me when it comes to this virus. PAK's had been reported from the group to be dismantled, broken and manhandled. But how could that be? Without its Irken, a PAK can survive for more than a measly hour, whereas an Irken can survive ten minutes if their lucky, seven on average. However to dismantle a PAK of such strength…well it'd take days…months! How the Vortarians perfected a way to do it with mere minutes was beyond my knowledge. Unless Jax and his brother played a valuable part in that section of the plan, I just can't fathom how they could've done it.

I stopped thinking so hard about it when there was a soft knock on my door, "Come in!" I called, pulling the reading glasses off my face and setting them aside. I marked my page and set my book aside as my door opened to reveal Mia feel her way in.

I was on my feet in an instant, helping guide her so she didn't trip anywhere, "Mia," I scorned gently; "I thought Vex told you to contact him when you wanted to move around to other rooms."

"I am a big girl you know," Mia grumbled calmly, "Besides Vex hasn't left Axel and Angels side. They're fever is only getting worse and he's really worried about them."

I sighed, "Do I need to give them more pain killers then?"

"No, Axel is refusing any medical help still. And she wants to just be left alone. Even Vex is asked to leave at times and that's not normal." She answered, grabbing my hand as I led her over to the bed and sat her down.

"I know," I sighed again, letting my antenna lower in front of my face and grabbing my longer one, nibbling on it gently to help me think, "If I knew more about this virus, then I could maybe say that she might be infected but that can't be, she'd be dead by now don't you think?"

"I don't know," Mia said back honestly, "I can't even see them so I wouldn't know one way or the other."

I gave her a sympathetic look and very slowly moved closer to her, grabbing her hand and sighing, "You know…If I could make it so you could see again, I wouldn't hesitate to do so. I'd do everything in my power to make it so you have your sight back." Her antenna lowered.

"You don't sound very enthused about that idea."

Now it was my turn for my antenna to lower, "To be honest, I think you're beautiful with or without your vision. But I know you don't think the same thing."

"Sol…I don't even know what you look like. Half the time when I want to touch you I miss or whatever the case may be, I can't even image you in my head and it's killing me."

"…Well does it matter?" I mumbled, glancing away and swinging my legs back a forth a little, "What I look like, I mean."

"No," Mia sighed back, "But I would like to see you, just once and that'd be enough for me. I just want to see who I am talking to."

"You can see in your own way," I offered up, relieved that she didn't care what I looked like, "just use your antenna to see."

"But everything's blurry or black and white when I do that. If I tried, I wouldn't even be able to see what color your eyes are."

"They're green," I said calmly, "A more Hazel green than anything though."

"See!" She said making me flinch just a little bit, "I have to be told what you look like. I want to experience what you look like myself, but I can't and I hate it. I just want to be normal again. I feel helpless no matter what I do and I can't even defend myself if I have to. I'm just deadweight to the group."

"No you're not," I said back, grabbing her hand again.

"Yes I am," She growled back, "But you don't have to worry about that because you're the medic, we all rely on you for help when we need it. No one relies on me for anything."

"I rely on you," I said firmly, trying to calm her down.

"For what? Entertainment?"

"No," I defended, "I rely on you to be the voice of reason, to help me clear my thoughts, to help me make important decisions. To help me feel welcomed and wanted within the group and much, much more. You may not realize it, but you're important to the whole group for a plethora of things."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?" I asked back, confused at her question.

"Am I important to you, personally? Or the group as a whole?" She elaborated making my eyes snap wide open and my antenna shoot straight up in the air, the longer, heavier one hanging down just a little bit.

"Of course you're important to me. You have been since the day we met."

"I slammed into you and accidentally took your book. How is that important?"

"Uhh…" I said feeling my face heating up. I nearly forgot that I was really bad at talking to girls… "It was important because it was the day I uhh…umm well…it was the day I met the girl of…" I stopped when I heard her giggling at me, "What!?"

"It's ok, it was the day I met the man of my dreams too," She laughed again, smiling to herself. Me on the other hand had deadpanned and internally died and gone to heaven about fifteen times already. My eyes were nearly crossed and my jaw was dropped which I did NOT command it to do! 'Oh shit, what the hell am I supposed to say back?' I thought to myself feeling as though my face was on fire.

"How did you know I was going to say that?" I asked, ok it was the only thing I could think of to say! It's not my fault I suck at talking to girls!

"Call it women's intuition."

"Hey! Did you get that from Cari?" I accused making her giggle again.

"Goodnight Sol," She murmured, feeling around for my face. Once she finally found it she leaned in and kissed me right in between my eyes, making my pupils narrow and my whole mind just die and crawl into a little hole. She left after that, giving me the leisure of falling back into my bed, unconscious. :D


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I don't have much time to proof read or anything. So yes, SolXMia whoohoo. Moon has a hostage!? And Jax has now located Tab but needs to smoke her out!? HMMM how will these things come to play out. You'll just have to wait and find out won't you?

Alright well with that last responses quickly: Fritter: no worries I'm ecstatic that you like Reth and Val, they won't show again for another couple chapters but they're in there, I promise. Sorry about PE. I don't have it this year but I am going to start running and weight training outside of school. Uhg. Well anyways, yes...Jax must be punished in the severiest of ways but that'll all be later. Until next time! :D

IR: OHHHH yes, when Zimmy wakes up...horrible things happen. Well technically he's already waken up since we're now in current times but hey, you know XD. ANyways, thank you and I hope you have an awesome day or night and if you're in any type of school that's started. I wish you luck. :D. *huggles* XD

~Don't make me repeat myself XD