Okay, I'm sorry I was gone for a couple weeks. I got grounded because my sister talks on the phone too much and doesn't take beeps. (Mum and Dad thought it was me on the 'net). Anyway, I won't bore you with the details, but it is unfortunately into small update season, so this could be it for a while. Never fear though, I will make things as interesting as possible.

Kurt: You mean I will?

Karla: No I mean me.

Kurt: So you don't want my help?

Karla: Yes! You're going to help aren't you?

Kurt: Do I have a choice?

Karla: What do you think?

Kurt: ...

Talia had been floating in and out of consciousness. Currently she was asleep still in the infirmary. It had been a day since she'd done... whatever it was she'd done and chased of the Brotherhood. Mikha- Mik, had left me alone and except for the humming of the equipment and the gentle but peircing 'BEEP' of the monitor, it was silent.

My thoughts started to wander into strange territory. The fact that I relied on machines like this to survive. No one knew I couldn't take off my armor but me. -After all, I'd built it out of spare mechanical parts.- I thought grimly -I started with a broken toaster for God's sake!- I suppose I should back up.

My power is to absorb and reconfigure mechanical/electronic devices to suit my needs. Unfortunately, to go along with this, I am severely anemic in that I have literally no iron in my blood. That means, for all you medical whizes, that I can't make my own hemoglobin and there for, I shouldn't be able to survive lacking the ability to transport oxygen to my muscles. The hospital lost a broken toaster, a baby moniter and an oxygen pump the day I was born.

I liked my power anyway. Conceivably, I could create a nuclear warhead out of a television set. That was why the government looked me up. The chancellor at the time was on his last legs and I was his last project. Originally, I was to be some great weapon of war and mass destruction. Fortunately, a new chancellor took the old ones place and here I was, Blitzkreig.

I suppose anyone would wonder why I had been pretending to be a man. That was easy. I've grown up a very Catholic girl. I keep a bible with me all the time. I've had it since before I can remember. At home in the East, I would have been shot for being myself (even though it is genetic) so my alternative was to be someone else. Of course I was afraid, so I told the only person who ever cared about me at all. It was accidental how she found out.

I was praying for guidance, and she just happened to be in the same place at the same time, and recognized me. I took it as a sign and she... I don't know quite how she took it. I've never asked.

"Lisa?" Talia floated back into consciousness. "Are you still here?"

"Ja. I wouldn't leave you." I replied. She propped herself up on her elbows and then fell back.

"Guess I'm not quite up to par." She smiled weakly.

"Rest should cure that." I replied taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeaze.

"Are you going back soon?" She asked.

"I... I don't know. I want to stay, but my country-"

"Needs you. I know. You always tell me that..." Talia trailed off, losing consciousness again.

"She loves you. You know that much right?" Her father was standing at the door. I hung my head, eyes closed.

"I'm sorry..." I couldn't choke anymore out. Silently I asked God why everyone hated me.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. "What about? Blitz, you two obviously care deeply about each other. There's never anything wrong with that." He started to go.

"My name... it's Lisa." I said looking up.

"You've a very pretty name. My daughter has good taste." I blushed softly, going back to keeping my vigil.

Neep! Yes, Blitz is formal. She just takes time to warm up to people is all. I'm not telling you what happened to Talia and I'm not putting in anything to do with X-Factor, although there is a huge Christmas special in the works. My readers are getting a BIG present.