Ok, I'm back, but a little late. I said I would update by Thursday, but I think this will be up Friday. Oh well, two in a week is good right? Ok…hope so. Hope you like too. Byez.

I'm okay after that little misunderstanding, but now I have to say it again. In a nicer way. I do not own anything in correspondence to Marvel. Or anything with that matter. Okay?

Well, now what? I thought to myself. What do I have to do to get us out of here, and safely? Fix the jet for one. Okay smarty, go out and do it. Yeah, I'm going to learn about a jet in five minutes. Well, maybe there's something in the cockpit about these matters. You see, I would port, but I don't know how far we are from the base. So, I don't know if I can go that far. Well then, go and look in the cockpit! Ok, I will!

Up front, I sat reading a manual about emergency situations. Basically, it says to call for help, but we hadn't yet installed the radio and communication system. "Fuck," I said, suppressing my rage, "I'll have to fix the damn thing then," I muttered after thinking awhile. I was in a suit, though I was still debating whether to go out as I put it on. I have to though. For Remy, and for me. So we could get this thing back without me getting into any trouble. That would suck to get in trouble for getting stranded. I was uncomfortable and scared, and worried too. I was going into space, to fix a jet, without a clue. But I have to do it! I told myself for the millionth time. I have to. I looked once more at Remy and smiled, very small. "I'll be right back, babe."

Outside the jet, I floated tethered to it, looking at the outer damage. The dent was pretty big, and then the hole that came from it, well that was small. But it did a lot of damage to the internal structure. So, I had to figure out what that damage was, what it meant to the jet, and how to fix it. I sighed, breathing in oxygen from a machine, and then got to work on welding some of the beams back together. Then, as I read, I managed to piece some wires back together, to hopefully make the thing go again. After welding some more things together, and looking at a book to see if it was right, I was ready to head in. As I put some tools back in my belt, I turned to pull myself in. Then, I screamed a scream that nobody would hear. A large asteroid was headed for me, and I couldn't move. I managed to push away from it, but it hit the cord, and pulled me toward it. I hit it hard, and the asteroid hit the small dune we were on. Not the jet thankfully. But I had been hit hard, and the cord was busted. So, I was floating into space. I struggled with the cord, to try to maybe grab the other end, but it was too far away. I had to port. There was an asteroid field that we were passing through, giving me the idea that the jet was stuck on one. But I hit another asteroid, and grunted in pain.

After coming to, I looked around. Where was I? And how long had I been out? Had I even been out? I can't remember falling asleep or being knocked out. Obviously I had been. I shook my head and looked around some more. There was the jet. Thank god. I wasn't that far away, and it looked pretty undamaged. I was so glad! I scrambled to the jet, and ported inside. There was Remy, sitting in the corner, rubbing his head. "Remy! Thank god you woke up!" I exclaimed. "Ah chere, could you lower de voice a little? Please? I'm in a whole world o' hurt right now."

"Oh god. Sorry. I'm in pain too. I was rammed into asteroids out there. Glad I didn't get pushed away from the jet though. Hope my heads okay," I said smiling. Remy didn't smile, but stood up and looked at me. "You went out der? What did ya do!? Why!?" he cried. "Cause. We hit an asteroid, and you got knocked out, and I had to go out and fix the thing."

"You shoulda waited for me ta wake up!? I don' want ya out der! Do you know how dangerous dat is?! I can' believe you went out der!" he raged at me. "Hey! I went out there and fixed the damn jet! I fixed it so that we could get back to the base! And I fixed it cause you were out!"

"I don' care! Ya shoulda waited for me ta wake up!!!" I put my bottom lip out in stubbornness, and sat down. "I don't care. And you shouldn't be mad at me. I didn't want to wake you up to have you fix the thing when I could do it just fine. And you were hurt, probably confused, and I was fine enough to go out there! And I probably have a few broken ribs cause of goin' out there! I was rammed in to asteroids, and almost sent out to space! Damn it! I'm independent and I did just fine! Now, if you wanna do somethin', start the jet, and get us home!!!" I spat back at Remy, all in one breath. He looked at me with sincere eyes, and then sighed. "I'm sorry chere. Madison. I am. I was jus' wo-"

"I don't care. I'm good and pissed off. Now get us home!" I said, looking away from him. He didn't respond, but walked away and started the jet. It started. I smiled to myself and lay down to rest. "I am so good."

Later, after a stall out, and me kicking the outside of the jet, to Remy's protest, we arrived at home. The moon again. I had missed it, even if we had only been gone a day. Well, two days I guess. We must have been out long. It's hard to tell in space. But, it was Thursday when we left, and now it's Friday night. Late. Oh well though. So much for our romantic night in that beautiful rooftop room. Well, the room that can see space or whatever. I sighed to myself, and grabbed all of the stuff we had bought the day before. Remy attempted to help me, but I swiped them from his reach, and continued to the ramp. I decided not to fool around, so I ported to my room. I dropped all of my stuff, and then ported to the med lab. The one we were allowed in anyway.

There, I stood in front of the self X-ray machine, and took a few pictures. Then I waited for them to come up. When they did, I took them and looked at them under a bright light. Nothing was wrong. Never mind my pain. It was all bruises and bumps. Nothing to worry about I guess. Oh well. No sympathy pleas anymore.

In my room, I sat on my bed, not the least bit tired. I sighed every now and then, but sat there, unmoving. I sighed one last time, and finally stretched out across the bed. I stared at the ceiling, and smiled. What a weird place I am in. I've been here for years, and I'm still not over the strange feelings of it. But it's so damn cool up here. It's so peaceful. There's no traffic. No sirens. No neighbors or disputes. There's just-

"Chere? May I come in?" Remy called, interrupting my thoughts. "By the sound of it, you're already in here. So, I guess you can continue in. If you want," I smarted back. "Look, I know you're pissed at me Madison. An' I'm sorry. So, I'm here to make up for it. But ya have ta come wit me."

I looked at Remy from the ceiling. Straining to see over myself, I pulled myself up to see him there smiling. "What are you smiling at?" I asked him. "You'll see if ya come wit me," he said, smiling wider. I sighed and sat up all the way. "Where?" I asked. "Jus' come wit me."

I shook my head, stood up, and took his hand. At this point, I was in a tank top and baggy pajama pants, completed with some black velvet slippers. I was ready for bed, but it wouldn't come soon by the way Remy was dragging me to our destination. The whole way, he smiled, and I kept a straight face. Somehow. I would have smiled. I wish I could have. I've never seen Remy this excited. It was kind of odd.

At a door, Remy stopped. Finally, it felt like we had walked a few miles. "Alrigh' are ya ready for what I got planned?" he asked. "Well, I don't know what you have planned, but I'm sure I will be," I said, finally smiling. "Well, I have one question befo' we go in der."

"Okay. Shoot."

"Do ya really love me?" he asked, sincerely, and in such an adorable way. "Of course I do Remy. We've been together for close to two years. Really close. And I'm sure I do. Do you love me? Cause today I was just in a pissy mood. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad."

"Nah, I know dat. It be cool. But o' course I love ya. We we're made fo' each other. Like your dream says. But I want ya ta be ready for tonight." What did he mean ready for tonight? What does that mean!? Oh my god! Are we gong to make love? Have sex? Do it? God…I don't know what to do! Stay calm!!! Stop freaking out! Cool it! Ok, I will. Stay calm. I took a deep breath, and looked at Remy. "Alright. Lets go into that room you have behind the door. Let's have some fun. Or whatever you wanted it to be…" I said mumbling off. Remy chuckled, leaned down and kissed me, and then opened the door.

It was that room. The one with the open up ceiling. It was so gorgeous! And he had black and red roses all over the place. Candles, a bed in the center of the room, and sexy music playing somewhere. Champagne was cooling in an ice bucket, and a small table sat laden with two gorgeous glasses. "Wow. This is so gorgeous Remy. Really. And this is for me?" I asked. "O' course my chere. Dis is all fo your eighteenth birthday. All to signify dat you are an adult now. What do ya tink?"

"Really…this is so beautiful. I can't believe that this is for me. Wow. Thank you. Really."

No matter how goth I am, I appreciate this. No matter how morbid I can be, or how dark and depressed, and even if I cut myself, and dress the way I do, I still love this. Any girl would. And I do. And I love Remy to death. He is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

God, this is so corny. But sweet huh? Iono. Well, I love writing this. I guess. Why though? Hm…damn it all to hell. Why do I like to write this kinda stuff? Who cares. I do? And there are some people out there that do actually read this. I think. Well, if you do, tell me how I'm doing. Please!?!? Come on pplz…fine. I won't beg anymore. I see how it is…byez!!!