A/N: (Yawns) It's 8:20 AM, and I'm back here to write another chappie. I can't get dressed yet, because my sister's still asleep in our room (I have to share with two sisters...well, one's up...) so I thought: You said you'd do another chapter today...Why not? I've only been up an hour, and I'm back. At this rate I'm going to exhaust myself. Plus, I got a review for 'Ramblings' the last night, so I may need to write some on that...(It's actually quite funny, see it's HP and they all switch genders and Ron's the only one that knows...)

East Coast Rider: Another day, another chapter...Glad you're enjoying it, though. Do you have an account? I searched for you but it didn't find anything.

Korean Pearl: What are you suggesting...Maya/Marco? Maybe. I thought I might put a bit of romance in, but I had a different paring. Anyway, I've never written any romance before- I'd probably screw it up. I've only read 'The Shrink'. I think I must go and read The Healing. I'll upload this, and then I'll take a look. Watch out for reviews.

Anonymous-Cat: (Hits head off wall) Darrrr!! The memory like a sieve strikes again!! It's hard to put in technical details when you write in 1st person. See, the idea was that Ax re-morphs while Tobias was getting Rachel, but I didn't want another split POV account, and I just checked the last chapter and realised I'd kept him talking in thought-speech, so I can see how that could've been confusing. I should have put 'Ax was there, in his human morph', shouldn't I? Ah well. Another observant reviewer! You, to, win a WAFFLE!! (Gives Waffle to Anonymous-cat) You're also another one of my constant reviewers, thank you! This one, as you inspired the title, is dedicated to you!

Yes, that's right! Notice a mistake in my writing and win a Luke-warm waffle!! (Just like mom used to make!) Disclaimer: Name says it all, doesn't it?

Six: Wow, it's almost like the plot is moving now! (Maya)

The world stopped spinning, and we landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. Well, they all did. I was the only one still upright. I guess the twins are just extra careful with me. We'd had my wheel-chair overturn on me before.

I still had the bruises.

The others were slowly clambering to their feet. The six we picked up were looking especially dazed. The one they called Ax seemed to be finding it hard to stand up. Maybe he wasn't used to only having two legs. He managed to get part way up, but just fell over again, face down in the mud.

"Well, this is inconvenient." He said, voice muffled by the grass. Then he proceeded to take the word 'inconvenient' and rearrange all the syllables. Two of his friends- Jake and Rachel- pulled him up.

Jake, Rachel, Cassie, Marco, Tobias and Ax. 6 of them. A group.

Six of them? I thought Hmm, I wonder...

"Where the hec are we?!" Marco asked.

"You're in Hereford-and-Worcester, about an hours drive outside Birmingham." I informed him. They all blinked at me. Then the penny dropped.

"That means we're in England, right?" Cassie asked.

"Well, they know their geography." Chris said wryly.

"Uh-huh." I agreed.

"Well, nothing like a little jump over the Atlantic Ocean before lunch." Marco said, clapping his hands. "Well, is there any point in asking how you did that?"

"Nnnope."

"I didn't think so."

"Alright," Rachel said "We're here. Not quite sure how we're here, but we are. Now what?"

"Now we go inside." I replied, pointing at the dilapidated farm behind them.

We headed straight for the small, tumble down cottage. We didn't live there. We all slummed it together in the stables, now devoid of horses. Instead we used the four-roomed, one story building as a centre of operations. That is where we took the newcomers. Well, I say 'we'. Chris peeled off to go and check on the others. The little kids. Some of them were barely five. We walked along in silence.

"So." I said "Are you guys really human, or are you all Andalites to?" No-one answered. They all glanced at Jake. Apparently he was in charge. He stiffened momentarily, then relaxed.

"We're humans." He said. "But we're not exactly normal. We'll tell you our story if and when you tell us yours."
I shrugged. "Fair enough." My story? I thought You want my story? Fine. I'll tell you. I'll tell you my story. I'll depict, in graphic detail, 6 years of slavery. I'll tell you how they left me to die. I'll leave nothing out. Clean, un-edited, un-censored, un-cut. See if you're that keen to know then.

I shoved on the door. It didn't open. It must have been bolted from the inside. So I knocked.

"Hey!" I yelled "It's Maya! Open the door!" A few seconds later, the door opened. Sierra stood there, looking worn out but happy. She didn't waste time with hellos; she just smiled and turned around to walk back inside.

"HOLY-" Marco began. I smiled wickedly at him.

"What's the matter, Marco?" I asked sweetly.

"HELLO?! The girl has honest-freaking-wings! Wings!" It was true, Sierra did have wings. However, They were similar to a bats wing, but bigger. They were folded down as much as they could go, almost flat on her back, but we still had to make slits in all her clothes. It was actually kind of a nuisance.

I nodded.

"She was one of the first people to meet the Yeerks," I explained. "See, the Yeerks sent scouts down to check out Earth, one each in several different countries. In there case, Spain." I wheeled round to face them. "Well, they have a very reaction to twins then we do-"
"We know..." Rachel muttered darkly. I ignored her.

"And when they found that Simone- you'll meet her in a minute- and Sierra were twins, well, they started to... experiment. They wanted to make the ultimate hosts. It was going on all over the world."
"Yes, that is their usual pattern." Ax commented. "Pat. Turn. Ppppa-Tuh-nun."

"Do you ever get used to that?" I asked, a little-wierded out by Ax's bizarre noises.

"Eventually." Cassie sighed.

"Anyway, they didn't succeed. They decided just to keep us as we are."

"Joy." Marco said dryly.

"There's a few of us from the start. Chris is an Elf/Human hybrid."

"Elves don't exist..." Rachel said uncertainly.

"That's why it failed. Duh."

"You know," Marco said "That makes a twisted kind of sense..." We entered the cottage. Simone, to, only glanced up as we entered. They stared at her, and the wings on her back to. Snowy owl wings, this time.

"We've got news on Sub-Visser ten." She informed me.

"Ten? Isn't he the one still in the Gedd?" I asked.

"The very one." She confirmed. "Anyway, he's trying to get one over on V14."

"As in what? Is he usurping or sabotaging?"

"He's a smart one. He's sabotaging."

"Is that good for us, or bad for us?"

"Bad. If SV10 gets this project..." Sierra said. "Well, he just wants the power. He'll just infest everyone in town in one go!" I swore.

"Get a message to the Chee. They can tell their Visser." I said. Simone nodded.

"I'll get James to go." She said. "He knows the way." She left the room. I turned to Sierra.

"Tell me there's nothing else..." I begged.

"Just one thing." She replied. "You know Mr Jones from Meadowview Road? We think he may be a controller. We need to check it out."

I looked at my watch. "Now? We've got time."
"Let's go." She agreed. Behind me there came a small cough.

"You know, we are still standing here." Marco said. I had forgotten all about them.

"I suppose you want me to explain..." I sighed.

"That would be nice." Jake said, icily.

"Where should I start?" I asked.

"Start at the beginning." He said firmly.

So I told them. But I didn't quite start at the beginning. I started at the day the four of us decided to do something about the Yeerks. I told them how we had found this farm, desolate and unused, and how we had taken up residence there. How we had used the site the same way the Yeerks had, to track down those who knew about them. How, gradually, our numbers grew.

Then I told them when we decided to start fighting back. How we had begun to sneak in and sabotage instruments and experiments. How we had met a small number of Chee living over here.

But that was all the past. I told them how nearly a year ago, we were too many to stay in one place. How so many people came from America, we set up a group over there. The one Cissie ran. I told them how we had begun to make a list of the Vissers and Sub-Vissers, get their photos and details.

I even told them how we were hoping to find the Andalites, though I was beginning to suspect we already had...

But I never told them about how we all met.

(Just one question.) Ax asked. He had de-morphed part way through. That was distracting, I can tell you...(What did you do to us inside that hologram?)

"Did you see the divide down the middle?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, before that went up, we placed a pump on your side. The divide then went up, to protect us- because then we just pumped some mild sedative into the section. It was all calculated very carefully before hand." I assured them hesitantly. "But obviously I didn't put the full amount in..." I didn't like sedating people. Taking them from their right minds...

(Why did you do that?) He asked (What could you achieve by sedating us? And what were the headsets for?)

"That's more then one question..." I teased, but answered anyway. "Would you just have stood there if we hadn't used the sedative?" I asked. "I don't like doing it either, but it's the only way. The headsets...they were just X-ray. To check for Yeerks."

(And the whole Star Wars/Taxxon thing?) The bird, Tobias probed. He didn't sound like an Andalite to me...

"Just to check these guys knew about the Yeerks." I replied. "We didn't want to go setting up a hologram around someone who had never even seen the films, yet alone knew about the Yeerks." They seemed satisfied, but no-one said anything.

"How many of you are there?" Jake asked quietly.

"There's 45 of us here." I said, trying to remember "51, with you guys. There's a small group of 9 over in Spain. Another 20 dotted about over various places in Europe and Asia- but mainly in Japan and Hong Kong. There's another 5 in Germany. Then there's 35 in North America, and 10 in the South- mainly in Brazil. Especially in and around the Amazon Rainforest. It seems to be that a bug fighter crashed there a while back."

"I wonder why it crashed there..." Jake said nervously.

"Hmm..." I muttered.

"130 members in all. You've gone up in number since last time we heard of you. Even including us." Marco said, quickly adding up. I nodded. He gave a low whistle. "130...That's a lot of members."

"Not really." I replied absently. "Not when you think that's us, World Wide."

"But it's better then nothing." Cassie commented. I looked down, frowning, remembering a conversation I had a long time ago. Then I smiled, and much to my own surprise, I began to laugh.

"Yes." I chuckled "Defiantly better then nothing, Cassie, defiantly better then nothing."

A/N: Well, that's an Animorphs style ending if ever I've written one. It almost feels like the fic is finished...but it's not! I'll try and update again either today or tomorrow, make the most of the time I've got left. Tune in next time for the seventh instalment of We're Not Alone!