Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of BubbleGum Crisis. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully yours. Do not sue me.
When I started this story I only thought that I would write from the girls' POV's but people demanded Leon. He's got like 3 chapters? He will get more. This is the chapter that I swore I would never write. I didn't want to write for him and although a few people asked, I was not going to do it. But I guess losing my notes and having to completely rewriting everything has resulted in this chapter. Enjoy.
Rebirth
by
Ninjanao
Nigel:
When Priss arrived at the farm I was surprised. I was not surprised that she found the farm. I would have expected her or Nene to find it. They are resourceful in that way. What surprised me was that Priss came. She looked much like that day I first met her.
She had come to me asking for a job. She needed a place to stay and my garage looked like it had space to crash. She knew a lot about motorcycles and could help me, she said. I didn't want an assistant. But I allowed her to stay because she looked like she really needed somebody. I recognized the signs. She was going through major withdrawal, and was extremely upset about something. I'm sure my own drinking didn't help her but she remained strong. I only wish I had her strength some of the time. Eventually she opened up to me and told me about Hiro and what she had done. She told me that she was a terrible person and that she didn't deserve to live anymore. No one could ever love her. By this time I had convinced her that she should look for band members and sing. She should sing for Hiro. She could pursue their dream. The love she had for him could live on in her music and where ever he was he would hear her and forgive her. I had begun to care for the young singer and convinced her that she could love.
Priss said that she needed some time to herself. There were things that she needed to take care of, things that she had to face up to and except. I had a feeling that I knew what she was going to do. She asked if I would fix up her trailer, not that she intended to do anything with it that it needed to be fixed but it would give me something to do and get me off the farm. I guess she noticed how bored I was becoming. That is what I like about Priss. You think that she is not paying the least bit of attention but in that time she has already analyzed and calculated your strengths and weaknesses. What I learned from my days with Priss is that she is not one to take lightly. She is the way she is because she chooses to be, not because she has to be.
Linna came by while I was tinkering with the trailer. She asked about Priss. I told her what I could but I know it was not enough to satisfy her. I wish I could do more. I wish I could do so much more for the girls... especially Sylia.
Sylia. She has been through so much. I know she cares about me. I wonder if she knows who much I care about her? I don't know how to tell her... I've upset her, and I don't know what to do.