A/N: This fic is going into a place lots of people won't like, but that's fine.  I've gotten at least 20 emails asking why I've stopped, when I'll continue, and the like.  I like the mail, don't get me wrong.  But I also have promised you guys a fill in on all the blanks I've left out.  I'm revising this entire fic so it flows better.  But you wanted a new chapter, so I'll call this the interim.  The chapter in between book one, the Nie's time on earth, and book two, their adventure on the other planet.  I know this is a very tiny chap, but it's something for you to review and tell me how horrible book one was. 

Chapter 10: Restrictions

Kat's head appeared.  It looked as if she were looking in through a window, even though the room was she. 

"There's something you should know—you in particular, Trystan.  Other planets were not given the freedom you enjoy.  Even the united states has much more freedom than other sections of your earth."

Trystan squirmed.  "I think I know what this is about.  It's about language and respect."

Kat's head nodded solemnly.  "The Creator of your planet has been sorely ignored on your planet, because you were given the freedom of choice.  And your country, America; it no longer considers freedom a privilege, but a right.  You must remember, that as Nie, you represent your Creator, who gave you this talent.  One thing you should know.  Those who worship other gods, do it as knowledgeable rebellion."

Trystan snorted.  "Knowledgeable rebellion?  What's that cra—um junk supposed to mean?"

Kat smiled at him stopping himself.  "It means that they are born knowing and loving God as they mature, but there is none of this evolution which will be found funny."

Rory's eyes lit up.  "You mean—they know for certain that a God created their worlds?"

Kat nodded.  "There is none of this confusion between Christians, evolutionists, or Muslims."

Trystan and Rory fidgeted.  Growing up where they did, taking God's name wasn't at all religious.  It was used as a term for frustration.  And going dressed like this where people would stare at them, keeping swearing down would be very difficult.

Kat looked down on her two charges.  They were uncomfortable with it, she could see, but those who were supposed to hold Him in the highest regard could not laugh off the God of all creation, of all galaxies and star systems.  And mocking him when they spoke to those curious would cause a large uproar that Yeriyah had chosen incorrectly.

Back on earth, Jess was preparing in the only way he knew how to train for the tests Kat had spoken of.  Even Luke didn't hold him back.  But planning a wedding he'd imagined would make Jess a little absent minded, too.

Luke was happily yelling at Taylor Doose that no petunias would be at his wedding, no matter how nice they would look.  Lorelai sat, twisting the ring on her finger, smiling.  Her husband would be a lot of fun to annoy.  And with Jess saying he was going to train somewhere, and Rory—no, Lorelai couldn't imagine her daughter gone.  Lorelai blinked back tears.  Luke turned to smile at his fiancée, and seeing the tears, forced Taylor out of the diner.  He held her, both knowing exactly what was on her mind.

Paris sat quietly in Lorelai Gilmore's home.  She had politely refused to go to the diner.  The idea of eating anything caused her stomach to roil in protest. 

Paris had watched as Rory and Trystan were taken into the night sky, and crossed the moon as a slight shadow.  Her crush of 11 years was gone, and when he returned, Paris had no doubt that he would be married to Rory.

Strange that the fact didn't cause Paris to hate Rory even more, but in a strange way she accepted it.  Trystan's crush and curiosity he'd spent a lot of time trying to figure out was finally his, and knowing how fragile Rory was, she'd spend a lot of time, hiding with Trystan from whatever they were facing.

Paris knew that Madeline and Louise would have some very stinging words to say on Monday morning.  Paris shook her head.  Thinking about what was coming wouldn't help anybody—or anything.

Cameron Phlod watched as the two dragons with the white 'pearl' float across the moon.  He smiled.  "We'll be waiting, aliens."  Phlod then went back into his base and started the taping of the planet of Jupiter, where it was believed the two were headed. 

Esca's master stroked her head again.  "Well done, Kat.  You have pleased me.  As to your plea for a mere mortal to become a carrier—well, I'll consider it, and decide after the two Nie are trained."

"Yeriyah Milchamah!"  The man looked up.  "Yes?" 

The messenger panted for a moment.  "The…carrier…has arrived." 

Yeriyah smiled, a rare occasion for someone who was as hateful and depressed as he. 

"And the Nie?" 

The servant bowed.  "The carrier is bringing them now.  Where shall I direct them to await you, Sire?" 

Yeriyah sighed.  "The common room.  No other room will suffice for them." 

The servant cocked his head.  Yeriyah Milchamah's common room was the most exquisite on all Kiet, and yet he said it would suffice? 

Yeriyah flicked his hand.  "If that is all, you are excused."  The servant placed one hand against his lower back, and one against his abdomen, and bowed at the waist.  "Yes, sire.  We will await you in the common room."

A/N: yes, I know you will fly over the US and hunt me down if I don't continue, but I want to know what really sucked in this fic so I can fix it before I start on the next ten chapters.