A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed-MimiChica, Chessrook44, Luthien eowyn, Asmodeus1389, Sharina S., AngelMorph, I-love-stories, and Myst4. To answer your questions-

Luthien Eowyn- The story takes place about 14-15 years before Animorphs.

AngelMorph- See above for time. I just read Animorphs over the summer and found fanfiction.net after that. So I guess I haven't moved on yet…

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Jess ran through the woods, her heart pounding. She was sure it had been a plane, or something else that crashed…but what? She didn't let herself think about that. If there were survivors, she had to try and help.

After about fifteen minutes, she slowed her run. She was getting tired, should've taken her bike. She walked into the clearing ahead of her, and gasped.

It was definitely a vehicle for flight, but she had never seen a plane, or for that matter a space ship, that looked like this before. The whole front end, what she assumed to be the cockpit, was twisted and burned. If anyone had been flying the ship, they were certainly dead by now. But maybe there had been passengers.

Jess heard a wheezing sound, unlike any sound she had ever heard before. She walked around to the back of the plane, and it got louder. Someone…or something… was back there. She tried to find a door, but couldn't see one anywhere. She then tried to pry off some of the hull, but that did no good either. But she wouldn't give up.

Walking around to the other side of the ship, she saw a gaping hole torn in the hull by a bolder. She made her way through, into the cockpit. Inside, she turned away hurriedly. Whoever had been flying the ship was now reduced to ashes. Finding a door at the back of the cockpit, she placed her hand on it looking for a doorknob, and it opened. Inside was a mess, things she didn't recognize were strewn all over the floor. But that wasn't what caught her attention.

There was a creature, standing in the middle of the room, and it was definitely doing the wheezing. It looked like a centaur, except it was covered in blue fur. The almost-human half of it had two stalks on top of its head, with eyes attatched. It had two human looking eyes in the normal place, but its nose seemed to consist of slits. And it had no mouth. The horse-half of it looked almost normal, except of the fact that it was blue. And the tail wasn't like a horse's tail, it was all in one piece and looked very flexible. It was also obvious that it was a baby, and probably crying for its mother.

Jess reached out her hand to the alien, and murmered soft words, hoping to comfort it. At first the baby looked confused, but then seemed not to care and wobbled toward her on four legs. It placed its tiny hand with too many fingers into hers, and she drew it to her in a hug. "Its okay," she said, 'I've got you."

Jess led the baby through the cockpit and out into the air. It seemed happier then, but still confused. Just then, Mark hiked up, and the baby shied away. "Jess, I've been looking all over for you! The van's just up there…" Then he stopped and noticed the alien, which he had missed in concern for his wife. "What's that?" he asked, backing away slowly.

"It's okay, Mark. He's a baby, and he's all alone. His parents must have died in the crash." Jess said, looking down at the alien.

"Jess…" Mark said, but then he noticed the look in his wife's eyes. Already she had become attached to this baby alien. He sighed. "Alright, I'll be right back." He hiked up to the van and came back with a towel. Picking the baby up, he supported it as if it was a colt. "Come on, let's go home."

So husband and wife went back to their cottage in the mountains, with a baby alien in tow.