If ya feel the urge to plagiarize or sue me…don't. Chand and Del have got dibs on certain characters, MIB The Animated Series have the claim to others, what's left are mine (got it?!). Okay then, here we go! ^_^

Written in the Stars: A Destined Romance

Chapter 7: Dream or Prophecy?

She slowly opened her eyes and glanced up at the blinding light. Where was she? Why did this place seem familiar? Then she heard a voice off to side, she knew that voice!

"Zeeltor?" she managed to ask.

The sound of cheerful whistling was the only reply she got. What was he up to? Talking to Lucy?

"Zeeltor? Where am I? What's going on?"

"Just doing a little tidying up!" came the enthusiastic response.

"What?!"

Instead of bothering to respond to her question he walked over to her, she found that she was lying on an examining table. Yazmine lifted her head up as far as she could, since she was securely strapped down, what was in his hand?

"Now let's get started shall we?" he said as he smiled down at her.

"Um…" she was REALLY starting to get nervous. Suddenly, she caught sight of the thing in Zeeltor's hand, A SCALPLE! He WOULDN'T! He COULDN'T!!!

"Zeeltor! What are you doing?!" Yazmine screamed.

"Oh dear," Zeeltor mumbled to himself, "this won't do at all." He reached over to get the sedative and Yazmine began to violently yank against her bonds.

"Zeeltor! I'm begging you! Don't do this!!!" she pleaded. "I thought we were friends?!"

He began to hum as he inserted the large needle into her arm, she HAD to get out of there!

"You wouldn't dare!" she shouted. "I'll never forgive you for this! I actually loved you!"

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing." Zeeltor calmly told her as she slipped off into a deep, dark sleep. One that she was sure that she'd never wake up from.

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Zeeltor leaned over his lab assistant with an unusual concerned expression on his face. She should have recovered from the steam's affects by now, he'd administered the antidote as soon as she'd been brought in.

Suddenly her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at Zeeltor. He smiled back down at her and started to say, "Excellent you're --"

Just then, she reached up and grabbed the startled doctor around the neck, "I'm going to KILL YOU!" she shrieked.

"Wh-why?!" he choked out.

"Because you experimented on me you conscienceless maniac!!!!"

"Hu--huh??"

The others outside waiting heard the commotion and rushed into the lab to see what was going on.

"Yazmine! Let him go!" X yelled as he shuffled Elle around in his arms so that he could get a grip on Yazmine's wrist. R did the same with Delia and got a grip on Yazmine's other wrist. It took all their remaining strength to pry her off Zeeltor.

"HE TRIED TO KILL ME!!!" she screamed as her eyes filled up with tears, "I can't believe you Zeeltor! I'm nobody's lab rat!"

Zeeltor looked stunned and a little hurt by her accusations. X noticed this and said, "All he did was give you the antidote, you must have been hallucinating or something."

Yazmine relaxed and stared at the doctor. Maybe X was right? The whole incident did seem a little bit surreal. A wave of guilt suddenly washed over her as she stared at poor Zeeltor. He looked so heartbroken and shocked.

"Oh Zeeltor!" she cried, "I'm SO SORRY!" Yazmine broke into sobs, "I thought that you had strapped me down to an examining table and--" she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I wouldn't do that to you," he replied softly as he gave her a hug. "You're my assistant, my friend, my--"

Before he could finish the sentence Jay's voice rang out from the waiting area, "Yo! Could we hurry this along? Some of us haven't got all day!"

"Annoying human," X muttered. R placed Delia down on the table as Yazmine slipped off.

"Feel up to helping me out?" Zeeltor asked Yazmine, his cheerful tone returning.

She smiled at him as his embrace loosened. "Yeah," how could she ever have suspected that Zeeltor would do a thing like that to her. He cared about her, and she cared about him too. She would tell him that, eventually.

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