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A/N: Now this one is NOT one of my characters or headvoices. Rather, it's two characters who I do not play, but since I told AF I'd write a romance with her and Purple... it... it didn't work very well... I can't write romances... not at all... I can't make myself do it! The closest I really came was this, a kind of reflection, on what has been happening in the RPG lately. Again, Purple won't be the same Purple from the show. He is JC's headvoice, not mine, and AF of course is herself, not mine. I don't often attempt to get into the thoughts of people who I have no access to the thoughts of, but here, anyway, is an attempt. Apologies for the lack of romance, AF. 9.9;; I'll see if I can't try to write something better later..

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To think she would more likely than not be spending her birthday on this stark and cramped transport ship. 404 File not found, she thought with a wry smirk. Indeed who knew when she would ever be found when any of them would be found.

She stood to the side of a forbidding mass of twisting cables, coiling up the rounded sides of the aft end of the ship. They hummed slightly, but she pushed the sound to the back of her mind, failing to notice it, and she heard only silence. Only the stars held her attention, the stars through the large viewport. She laid trembling hands against the glass—though it was not glass, but some kind of clear and collapsible substance—and rested her forehead against it as well. Where was Earth? How long had it been since they'd been transported up here? How far away were they and where were they going? An ache coalesced itself in her heart. Her friends, her love, her child all of them, weren't they? She was sure they were all on this ship, being taken away to who knows where, away from Earth, away from their once-home.

Earth how could it be home, any longer. Her eyes gazed vacantly out at the stars, and a tremor shuddered through her short figure. So long had she been held captive, locked away, in mental torment, by the government, the so-called protector of the people. She had not held back, she had struggled, and fought, and found the iron vise of the law's grip ever tighter around her throat. And then she had been here. But this was not a government ship. This was an Irken ship, that much she could tell. The humans, she was sure, had nothing to do with this, nothing at all. Somebody maybe Purple? Maybe even—no, not Red, Red would never help them like this. But someone had brought them to this ship and was taking them away. Hopefully to a better situation than they had left

She heard footsteps behind her but didn't react to them. Did it matter? Did it really matter? Several of her friends had tried to find her, tried to bring her out of her stupor, but she couldn't, she couldn't allow it. She wasn't ready yet, to accept all this. The air hummed and vibrated, stale and warm from the engines or whatever it was that propelled Irken vessels. She felt a hand brush her shoulder, long slender fingers wrapping around her arm.

came the voice, soft and worried. It was a voice that some part of her, inside, was glad to hear, but at the same time her outward demeanor rejected it. She lowered her head, only to have that same hand lift her chin.

Up she looked, up up to the impossibly tall figure of Purple, his eyes large and worried, antennae slicked back. How long had he been searching for her? Who knew? Did it matter? They were stuck here she pulled her head away from his hand, looking out the window again. A thought intruded on her mind, a brooding thought, a thought of Ahriman where was Ahriman? Getting into so much trouble, as he was doing every moment of every day, why wasn't Purple watching him? He wasn't hurt, was he?

Where's Ahriman? she said, her voice managing but a whisper. The coldness, the bleakness, with that one statement, began to melt away and she felt tears pricking at her eyes. Her boyfriend, as one could call him, standing there with concern, her child where was he? Was he alright was everyone else all right

Purple said, looking back towards the hallway that led to the rest of the ship. Oh, he's fine, I left him with Bast and Eve. He seemed to be happy enough.

AF shut her eyes in relief, little else registering in her mind, only that her family was safe. Her arms sought Purple's waist and closed around him, and she leaned against him with all her weight, eyes shut but nevertheless beginning to leak tears.

He hugged her back, seeming more jumpy than he had been previously. Are you alright?? You're not sick, are you?? Did the humans do something to you? You're safe now, come on, let me take you to sickbay, we'll make sure everything's okay

She shook her head, holding onto him tighter. Could he not see that she was fine, fine, they hadn't done anything to her, alls she needed was him, him and Ahriman, nothing else, she would be fine, no matter where they were, as long as she had him him and Nene Pele and Ahriman she could face anything with them at her side. Anything.

Although still fraught with nervousness, Purple seemed to relent. Well, okay, just rest here then, alright? Settling her down against the floor, Purple sat down next to her and stroked her hair thoughtfully. She didn't loosen her grip on him, resting her cheek against his shoulder and opening her eyes to look at the stars again. They were blurry. She blinked and hot tears ran down her face. The stars were clear again.

What happened? she managed to whisper. Where are we

You mean they didn't tell you either? Well I suppose no one would've I couldn't find you, or I would've told you... I had to call Red. He didn't seem very happy with me, but this is his ship and he's lent it, I guess, to take us somewhere, a new home. A new planet I have no idea what it will be like. Ivy's safe with him, at least.

AF mumbled, but kept her opinions to herself about how safe anyone around Red was. Who else

Purple blinked, tightening his arms around her thoughtfully. Well Dai said everyone was safe and accounted for except Zim and Roger. I hope Zim isn't on this ship he'd be sure to make something go wrong. And I'm sure Lynne is taking care of Roger.

AF mumbled.

Yes, Ahriman's safe, I've been worried about him though. He's acting strangely, and seems like he might be sick or something

AF said nothing, staring out at the stars again. A new planet what kind of planet? Where? She sensed Purple didn't know or he would've told her. Who would know? If Red knew but AF didn't think it was worth it to try and get information out of him, high and mighty on the Massive II sending them on a lowly transport ship to Pele knew where. Another ache lanced itself through her heart. She would be so far from home even if she weren't allowed to go back to Hawai'i; at least it was still there but not anymore. What would she do if she didn't have her family? Or her familiar? But she didn't have to do anything without them. They were here.