Harry waited until Aisha was asleep until he moved. She was still his feline angel. He had found her floating in space. Drifting mindlessly. He thought back to when he first saw her since their battle.

[Flashback]

" Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Ron said.

" We have a drifting ships. Think the parties inside are dead or dying. Should be easy pickings." Harry said.

" Don't usually pick on little ships, but we need the money." He said.

" I'll go in the small one. Keep an eye out on the big one. Might be some survivors." He said.

" No worries." Ron said going to the air lock.

After locking up with the two ships, Harry and Ron went on to check out their parts value. Harry could tell the ship he was on was trash. The place was dirty and their were bloody paw prints in some places. All the mirrors had the imprint of a bloody fist making them crack.

" What a dump." He said checking around.

It was made for one person. The bed was hardly slept in. The bathroom was a bloody mess. The dining room looked untouched minus the milk carton lying on it's side on the table. The milk poured down on the floor in a steady stream. It was when he was standing in that room when he heard crying and a tiny voice.

" Everyday I fight a war against the mirror...Can't take the person staring back at me....I'm a hazard to myself!!"

Then he heard things break.

" Don't let me get me!! I'm my own worst enemy!!"

Then it stopped. It was quiet for a minute.

" It's bad you wouldn't know yourself!! So irritating!!"

He pressed himself against the wall next to the entrance to the room. He peeked around the corner. A female. Not as big as him, but not too much smaller.

" Don't wanna be my friend no more. I wanna be somebody else."

He reconized her. The white locks, the scratchy voice threw him a little, but the roars in between her lines gave her away. It was the Ctarl-Ctarl female. She sat against the wall crying. He could tell she wasn't taking care of herself because she was dirty and blood was caked on her.

Careful to keep himself armed, he entered the room.

" Go ahead and kill me. I don't care anymore." She said.

He looked at her. She made no moves to stop him or defend herself. When she lifted her head to see what was taking so long, he noticed the streak of blood pouring slowly down the side of her face.

" You're hurt." He said.

" In more ways than you'll ever understand." She replied.

Assuming she was no longer a threat, he holstered his gun. He walked over to her and stood above her seemingly fragile form.

" What are you waiting for? Get it over with!" She said.

He looked at her blue eyes. Pain and saddness shown brightly in them. She had been crying for long time.

" Why do you cry?" He asked.

" I don't think that's any of your business." She said.

" I want to help you." He said.

She rose her head and rested it against the cool metal behind her.

" Then kill me. That would make you my best friend." She said cooly.

" I will not. I mean you no harm. I only wish to help." He said.

" A man." She said.

" Come again?" He said.

" You asked why I cry. I said ' A man'." She repeated.

" Who was the man that did this to you? I will execute him immediately for making such a beatiful young girl cry." He said.

" Don't lie to me." She said.

" I don't understand." He said.

" You called me beautiful. Don't lie to me. Just go. Go after your angel Melfina. Leave me alone to die in misery. Think it's the only comfort I have." She said closing her eyes.

Harry felt a sting of pain in his heart. She tried to hurt him. She was warning him to back off. He looked at her again. She was waiting for herself to die. He was dumbfounded how this warrior was now giving up on everything. Love, life, peace. Everything.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew she had been a past enemy. He knew he was in love with Melfina. But he really felt this woman needed him.

" I won't let you give up." He said offering his hand.

" I don't want anyone's pity." She said.

" I'm not giving you any." He said.

She opened her eyes. She took the offered hand and stood up. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes as the world liqiufied in front of them. Harry brushed away the white locks in her face. She winced when he touched her wound. She would need stitches, he noted.

" What was your name? My memory fails me." He said.

" Aisha Clan Clan." She said.

He put his hand on the wall behind her and lifted her face up with the other. He brushed his lips against hers. She gasped.

" If you come with me Aisha, you'll never cry again." He said.

She looked up at him. Her eyes showed a need for him. Something to comfort her. Someone that would care and wouldn't break her fragile heart.

She raised her mouth to his. Harry obligied and pressed his mouth to hers. He carefully placed his hand on her back and brought her up with his other arm. He held Aisha up in his arms; not breaking their kiss. In fact, he was content with holding it forever. Until his communications device buzzed. He reluctantly broke their kiss and shifted her so he could reach it.

" Yeah?" He said.

" It's me. Found somethings, but not much. What about you?" Ron asked.

" Survivor. I'm taking her with us." He said sternly.

" What?!" He said.

" No questions asked, no answers given." He said.

[Flashforward]

Harry decided then he was going to take care of her himself. He loved her now. But he knew who had loved her then. He'd lost one woman to this man already.

Gene Starwind. He hated that name. The more he thought about him, the more he wanted to punch that stupid, arrogant smile off his face. He knew he wasn't going to surrender Aisha to him. He had Melfina. He could leave him alone.

Dismissing the urge to stay next to Aisha, he got up and went to make a phone call.

" Yeah, Ron? We got a red-headed problem rearing it's brash head. I'd like to cut it off." He said grinning.