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Reunited

Jet stared at her through the glass, watching the countless needles press into her skin, aome of them frighteningly deep.

"According to your blood tests, our phsyiologies are nearly identical, so the procedure shouldn't kill her," Solomon said, ignoring the black dagger and energy revolver in Jet's hands. "She's still in critical condition, despite whatever you did during that fight, so it'll be a bit touch and go."

"What procedure is this?" Jet asked.

"The person who gave us all of our technology, the founder of G3, also dabbled in medical science," Solomon explained. "He said that thia procedure was the second-best thing he ever made. It uses a microscopic robot, which breaks down damaged organs and cell into fuel while simultaneously creating new, bio-synthetic flesh to replace it. It essentially creates healthy tissue from dead flesh or scar tissue. In a word, it regenerates any damage the body has suffered. However, nearly half of all who have received this procedure have died, because the host body could not accept the artificial tissue. Even assuming your friend survrives, she'll need rehabilitation before bwing back to one hundred percent. But, if she suevives, she will reach one hundred percent again."

Jet nodded, then grit his teeth. "Did I do the right thing? Betraying and lying to the others, betraying my whole race, for her?"

Solomon stared at him. "You did. The other two were fools to refuse to cooperate."

"Were they?" Jet scoffed. "To us, you acted like an enemy. You stalked us, kidnapped us in the middle of the night, held us prisoner, beat us for not telling you our sensitive information that countless have already died for, threatened what, as far as you knew, was our family, used a spy to try and deceive us, and then tried to torture information out of us again. Would you tell all your secrets to a group that did that to you?"

Solomon was silent for a moment. "No."

Jet nodded. "You're lucky that you found her alive. If not, you'd have lost all four of us while only confirming what you already knew, that those two are Titan."

"And now?" Solomon asked.

"Firstly, we came in peace to escape from the monsters that followed us," Jet said. "Someone that controls them wants us dead, so he keeps sending more, but Titan does what it can to defend the planet, particularly this city, from them. We mean your world no harm. It's just a result of us being alive. And we can't leave the planet because we lack the technology, or means to recreate it, that sent us here. We're not your enemy, so long as you don't make an enemy out of us."

"I see," Solomon nodded. "I need more details."

"Until she's recovered, that's all you get," Jet said. "Ensure they save her, or not only will you learn nothing else, but you'll also die, along with everyone else in this giant ship, which can be shot down, with enough rockets."

Solomon nodded mutely and stalked awaaway, leaving Jet to watch the procedure, which seemed to ivolve countless injections at the same time as extracting what must be excess tissue and fluid, though he wasn't sure if it was old or new. The minutes ticked by into hours, before the neddles finally all folded away into the machine. Several G3 scientists walked in, covering Isabella with a blanket before moving her to a stretcher, then wheeled her out pf the room. Jet followed, keeping his weapons ready, but the scientists merely moved her onto a bed and left him alone with her, closing the door behind them.

Jet sighed, resting his forearms on his knees, and watched her face for any sign of discomfort or pain. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, so hopefully her body had accepted the synthetic tissue. He waited by her side for three days before there was a change. Finally, she winced, then opened her eyes, her face scrunching up adorably as she yawned and blinked repeatedly. Finally, her eyes focused on him and she smiled.

"I take it I survived," Isabella said, voice thick with sleep.

"Barely," Jet said. "Your internal organs were ruined. If this group that's currently holding us hostage hadn't done some experimental procedure to replace your organs with synthetic tissue, you'd have died."

"My organs?" She frowned. "Which?"

"Heart, lungs, diaphragm, kidneys, liver, stomach, a lot of your body's muscles," Jet said. "Pretty sure the only thing inside you not currently made of plastic is your uterus."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Never you mind about my uterus."

Jet shrugged, then sighed, smiling. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"I could say the same to you," Isabella said. "Half of your ship didn't get through the Rift Gate."

Jet shrugged. "I didn't need the extra baggage."

Isabella laughed. "Of course not." Her smile turned into a knowing grimace. "So, how much physical therapy am I going to need?"

"A lot," Solomon said, walking into the room. "Most likely months, maybe years."

Jet snorted. "Doesn't know who he's talking to, does he?"

"Clearly," Isabella smirked, raising a trembling hand to brush some hair behind her ear. "So, we doing this?"

"I was just waiting for you to give me the go ahead," Jet smiled, then fired at Solomon twice, forcing him to leap backward out of the room.

Then, he activated his Manus, gently scooping Isabella off the bed, along with the sheet covering her. He turned to the door, and Solomon sighed.

"So, this was why you added the bit about your weapons," Solomon said. "Fine. In the interest of not suffering any more fatalities, I'll let you go. Follow me."

He turned and began to walk away, Jet following in the Manus. After a few minutes, they reached the same hangar as where Titan had escaped from, and Solomon opened the doors. Jet walked to the door, then paused.

"For the record," Jet said, Solomon watching him in silence, "I hope you're willing to believe what I told you and will see us as allies. You have honor, so it would be a shame to be your enemy."

"We'll see," Solomon said.

Jet dropped out of the ship, activating the Manus' thrusters and flew down outaide the city. Once there, he set Isabella down gently before deactivating the armor.

"How much did you tell him?" Isabella asked.

"Very basics," Jet said. "Our planet was overrun by monsters, we fled here, someone sends them after us, we fight and destroy them to protect ourselves and the planet."

"How, exactly, do you three destroy Mutraddi Mega Beasts?" Isabella asked.

"Not us three," Jet said. "The other three. Lance, Ilana, and the robot with them, Octus. They can combine their armors with Octus to create a giant robot that can beat Mega Beasts."

"Amazing!" Isabella breathed.

"Wait until you see it in person," Jet smirked, slipping her bangles onto her wrists, both shrinking down to fit snugly instantly. "I really am glad you're safe."

"I know," Isabella smiled. "Knowing you, you probably felt like you abandoned us all."

"I did," Jet said bitterly.

"You didn't," Isabella said. "You followed an order. And at the first chance, I came after you."

"What about the resistance?" Jet asked.

"They're under standing orders not to fight," Isabella said. "They're moving from hiding place to hiding place, keeping the civilians safe."

Jet nodded. "Good. Hopefully they'll still be alive when we go back, then."

Isabella nodded. "Not that I'm complaining about spending time with you, but I'm a little naked, and we're in the middle of nowhere. Is there a plan for getting back to whatever base you all have?"

Jet chuckled. "Octus should be here in a minute. He'll have noticed me activating my armor and tracked our location."

Isabella nodded. "Good. Then all that's left is to start my rehab."

Jet raised an eyebrow as she closed her eyes, but after a few minutes, the aheet above her feet twitched, then again. He smiled, shaking his head. Leave it to Isabella to decide to completely relearn how to use her body while lying naked in a field, covered only by a sheet. She'd probably be back to normal in a week, too. After an hour, as Isabella was getting to be able to drag her legs around on the ground and manipulate her hands and feet decently, Octus finally rolled to a stop beside them in his SUV. He stared at Isabella for a moment before nodding.

"I thought that might be the case," Octus said. "It was the only thing that would explain both you having her weapon and also refusing to leave with us."

Jet nodded and lifted Isabella gently, carrying her to the back seat and getting in with her. He closed the door and Octus turned the car around, heading home.

"Isabella, meet Octus," Jet said. "Currently using a holographic disguise to seem like me, Lance, and Ilana's father."

"It's actually a hardlight projection," Octus said. "We'll have to think of a name and cover story for her, as well as finishing her rehabilitation."

"Don't worry about that," Isabella smiled. "I'll be back to normal in a week, maybe two if I get lasy. As for a name and cover, we'll figure that out after the rehab."

Octus nodded and they all remained asleep until they got back home. When they did, Jet made sure the coast was clear before carrying Isabella inside. Lance and Ilana both met him at the door, beginning to demand what was so important that he had to stay behind for days, only to stop as they saw Isabella. Jet carried her upstairs to his bedroom, and Ilana followed them in, not two steps behind, with a set of clean pajamas and underwear for Isabella.

"I have so many questions," Ilana said. "But it can wait until after I get her dressed."

"I'll do it," Jet said. "I'll be down in a few minutes."

"You can't do it!" Ilana said, outraged.

"It's alright, Princess," Isabella smiled. "I'd prefer it to be Jet. It's a little hard to explain why."

Ilana frowned, them smiled. "I don't think it is, but alright. If that's your decision."

She passed Jet the clothes and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jet sighed, moving the sheet out of the way and beginning to dress Isabella. None of the injection sites had left a mark, and there was no sign she had been injured at all. G3 had done well. He tugged the pajama pants onto her, then pulled her into a sitting position, slipping the front of the bra between them and into place, only to find it was too small.

"Leave it off," Isabella said. "I'd rather avoid it digging into my skin."

Jet nodded and instead pulled the pajama shirt's sleeves up her arms to her shoulders before laying her back down to button it. The abdomen buttoned perfectly. The chest he had to leave undone three buttons to avoid the buttons ripping off. He shook his head, smiling. He honestly hadn't paid enough attention to have realized that Isabella's breasts were so much bigger than Ilana's, but it didn't really surprise him. He buttoned the top button to keep the sides from slipping outward off of her breasts.

"Alright," Isabella sighed. "I guess that's the best we can do. Mind carrying me downstairs?"

Jet nodded, lifting her, then walked out of the room and down to the living room, setting her beside himself on the couch, leaning her on his shoulder.

"Everyone, this is Isabella, my commander in the Galalunian military," Jet said.

"Wait, Isabella, like, head of the experimental unit?" Lance asked.

"That's right," Isabella nodded.

"I had no idea this was who you meant whenever you said your Unit wasn't allowed to have Manus," Lance said.

"Is she someone special?" Ilana asked. "No offense."

"Isabella is a prodogy among prodigies," Jet said. "She's only eighteen, but she's a commander. Besides her, the youngest commander on record was thirty eight."

Ilana's eyes widened and she nodded. "Amazing."

Isabella smirked. "He's just kissing my ass."

Ilana blinked in surprise just as Lance snorted, covering his mouth, and Jet grinned.

"It's not funny!" Isabella snapped, though sounding like a grumpy child, her cheeks tinted pink. "Why do people always do that when I swear?"

"It's because you look and act so innocent that you swearing is comical," Jet said.

Isabella pouted instantly, which made the other three laugh. Isabella's pout deepened, and finally, they managed to stop themselves, instead taking turns filling her in on how they'd been hiding on the planet, as well as G3's kidnapping.

"Well, it sounds like it'll be a little less hectic here," Isabella said. "Maybe I can even take regular ahowers and brush my teeth."

"Don't jinx it," Jet snorted. "Watch, that'll be the only time a Mutraddi shows up from now on."

Isabella sighed. "Good point." She yawned, face once again scrunching up adorably. "Fuck I'm tired."

All three burst out laughing, and Isabella pouted. Jet managed to recover first, lifting her and heading back up to his room, setting her on the bed.

"I hope you don't mind, but this is my room," Jet said. "We don't have any spares yet."

Isabella smiled, shaking her head. "It's fine. Until I can move around on my own, it's better this way anyway."

Jet nodded and pulled the covers up over her before laying down beside her. He resisted the urge to hold her, or hold her hand, and instead folded his hands on his abdomen before drifting off to sleep. Isabella frowned, face scrunching up in effort, before her arm slowly dragged over and up his left forearm. He didn't stir, having always been a heavy sleeper when he wasn't stressed out, mostly meaning when he was around her. Despite not waking, however, his hand turned of its own accord, moving sluggishly, and took hers, lacing their fingers together loosely as it dropped to the bed between them. Isabella smiled, slowly working her fingers tighter between his until she could squeeze his hand, then also passed out.

Jet tugged Isabella's new Octus-generated shirt up her arms and over her head before smiling. Two days of work and she'd already progressed to being able to sit up, sort of stand, with support, and was slowly regaining proper use of her arms and feet. And she hadn't said anything about him accidentally holding her hand in his sleep at night, so that was a plus.

"There," Jet amiled as he got the shirt situated for her. "Finally a shirt that doesn't have to be open over your tits to fit right."

Isabella scowled. "Who said you could pay atention to my tits?"

Jet shrugged. "You kind of did when you agreed that I should be the one to get you dressed."

"Yeah, well don't expect to bathe me anytime soon," Isabella said. "My naughty bits are off the table."

Jet laughed, then shook his head. "And here I was expecting you'd be asking Ilana to help you take a bath."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, asshole?" Isabella asked, then began to laugh alongside Jet. "No. I'll wait until I can move my arms, then have you help me to the tub and wash myself."

"Lucky me," Jet smirked. "Wouldn't the boys in our unit be jealous. I get to tote around our naked commander."

Isabella laughed. "They probably would. Three of them actually proposed."

"Whore," Jet grinned.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "I turned them all down. They're not the one I'm in love with."

Jet forced himself to keep his eyes on her foot where she was working on manipulating her foot and toes. However, when her hand dragged across the bed to rest on his, he glanced up at her.

"For all that time, I was your commander, all I wanted was to get you promoted so that you'd be transferred to a new unit," Isabella said.

"Why?" Jet asked, throat feeling clogged and voice slightly raspy with emotion.

"Because then I could do this," Isabella said, leaning forward and kissing him.

He sighed, kissing her back instantly, wrapping his arms around her both for the sake of holding her and also to keep her from falling over. Both pressed closer, desperate for each other's presence. Years of pent up emotion and repressed desires flooded forth, fueling their hungry kiss, fueling their tongues' dance. Finally, Jet pulled away, smiling and reating his head against Isabella's.

"I love you, Isabella," Jet smiled.

"I love you, too," Isabella smiled. "I wish I could move my arms. I feel like a cripple."

"Give it another day," Jet chuckled. "You'll be doing cartwheels."

"Sure I will," Isabella smiled, leaning forward to kiss him again. "I think I can probably stand to make up for lost time, as long as you don't mind having me lay on top of you like a blanket. And since the others are at that party, we don't need to worry about being interrupted."

He laughed, lying down on his side with her, then tugged her arms around him. Isabella smiled appreciatively before continuing to kiss him.

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