Whoo! I apologize 4 the long, long wait but I was soooooo swamped with homework and the like! And I would like to note that if this fic of mine becomes a Mary-Sue, I will stab myself repeatively. I don't think it will though so no worries, mate! And, ummm...I mentioned that this chpt. will be exciting...ummmm.....I lied. I originally planned it to be but decided against it. SO THERE!! :P Grrrr......I'm in a bad mood right now.....I'm having an argument with three other people about LaRR fanfiction. Meaning Lenore and Ragamuffin romance. And no side is winning. *growls*

That night, Grendel had found a large, rotting tree trunk which caved in on itself, creating a hidden ditch to sleep in. I had used some first aid things from my backpod to help heal up my new friend's injury and numb the pain. I had my doubts about trusting him though. Never trust anyone and never go down was practically my motto and theme.

I could not join the dragon in his rest however, seeing as I had to be alert at all times. I hadn't slept in...well, I couldn't remember the last time I rested. As much as I wanted to fall to the ground and go into a deep, peaceful sleep I couldn't. I could not take the risk. It wouldn't even be too peaceful of a sleep. The deaths of my friends haunted be all day, and I'm sure they would in my sleep as well.

The horribly realistic memories returned and were impossible to shove away. But I needed them to leave me alone....I knew I couldn't dwell on them. I had to think of a way off-planet, not live in the unchangeable, painful past. I walked to what appeared to be a cliff. I sat down at it, my feet dangling limply.

Then I heard a sound. Water. I looked down below to see the dark void of a water ocean. The lapping of the waves sent my fear instincts screaming. I cringed and looked up as a suicidal thought came to mind. I was not going to kill myself....I wouldn't allow it...

But why'd I have to look up? Look up at where I belong? Where I was born to be? In the direction of Irk I was soon looking towards. Whether it was an instinctive impulse or not, my eyes started to moisten. But not for long. I had to be strong. I reviewed this mentally, over and over. Be strong...you will make it back...that's a fact...

A look of confidence and determination soon crossed my face.

((The following should be played out slowly and in time with the Enya song, No Holly for Miss Quinn))

Riz is sitting on the edge of the cliff, gazing up at the stars while Grendel sleeps a few feet back in the tree trunk. She leans back on her gloved hands and sighs sadly, looking down towards her chest. Her antennae droop in front of her face which has a blank but depressed expression on it. Her eyes peak up at the starry sky, much in the way that a young puppy looks at when you scold him for the first time. With a yawn and small back arching stretch, Grendel awakens. He sits up with his tail wrapped about him, the tip gently swaying, looking at his Irken friend. He just stares at her for a few moments before ever so slowly and uncertainly approaches her. Riz is unaware, too deep in her emotions and memories. Tears brim her ruby eyes. Grendel nuzzles her hand, but not catching Riz off-guard. She pats his head and strokes her fingers, the same ones used before to kill, down his spine soothingly. She sighs again tilting her head forward to gaze at the rising sun. Grendel sits down beside her, both soundless.

My good GOD how that sucked. Completely begging for the flames that I'm sure to get. I'm brain dead right now so I'm praying that you can forgive me for an awful job. I'm still arguing with the peeps about LaRR. Argh...no one is winning still....what do u ppl think of the idea? I think I'm just going to go neutral on it......