Haha, hehee, hohoo, haha! They're coming to take me away, haha!
I am officially insane. Yes, I
know you guys knew that already sheesh.

Starting up about two hours after the last chapter. Sorry, but I can't really write the greeting (looks apologetic) You know, bunches of emotional stuff and shit like that that i hate writing above all else in the world, along with crushing hugs and hysterial stuff.

Ranma Hibiki: That is indeed the million dollar question (looks evil) and part of the point of making this sequal... watch out, I'm insane and have the power of time on my hands!
It really tastes like maple when milk is added? Huh, whaddaya know...

TGBBF: Well, Jess is me, ya see? This is an SI fanfic, meaning self-insertion, meaning that I have attempted to write fantiction that includes a extremely realistic version of me that gets transported everywhere. Heh, Crazy, I know. That's why you can't know my last naaaaammmme! (sticks out tounge)
Buger King, huh? (Looks thoughtful) What an idea... "Hello, I'd like seven double woppers, plain, and make it quick or my friend here will teach you the meaning of PAIN!"

Bsdisaster: Hehe, my mom is a sheltering type mom, so she gets horrible about stuff like that (hears mom yelling at her that 'I do not!').

OtakusVengeance: Oh, but home can be fun, too. Oh, yes...

Butterflydragon: wow, you've been bogged down with work! Well, I hope my story can continue to provide entertainment for you XD I'm also glad that you like where it's going... (considering I don- shut up, Jess!)(bashes self on head)

Raptorchick: Ah, you return! I was waiting for jooo.
Ahem, anyway, yup, faceplating aliens is great fun at any time of year! Plus, you have a store near you that sells alien stuff! Man, you're lucky as hell, even if it is expensive. I'd have to drive for a few hours to get to the nearest mall with stores like that...
Nope, I'm not pagen or anything. I just don't like saying the singular version... don't know why. (shrug)



"Man, I am so glad that that's over!" I groaned, taking a flying leap on my old bed and stretching out luxuriously as I closed my eyes. Mom had kept my room exactly how it had been before, just in case I came back. Heh, I guess this time denial worked out for me…

Mom had had a fit, really, a big, emotional, hysterical and yet loving fit. I don't think I had ever been hugged so much in my life! It had taken all the persuasion and assurance that I was fine that I had in my vocabulary to peel her off, but it had turned out okay. Plus, my leg was now bandaged in heavy gauze, and I felt hundreds of times better now that she knew where I was. Hell, she did understand and believe, just like I had thought she would.

Well, it wasn't like she couldn't, considering I was wearing Yautja armor, had the severed head of an alien creature currently bleeding out on the back porch, and had been gone with no explanation for a month. Not to mention that Chopper was with me.

Thank gods she had taken that well. Like me, she had seen AvP, and the Preds were nothing new to her, even though she had never expected them to be real. But she explained everything with one phrase, really. She had told it to me over and over again in the hour or so that I had spent explaining things, and it still echoed in my head… 'Jess, I'm just glad to see you're alive.'

Gods, I didn't ever want to worry her, I thought sadly, feeling so… guilty… about the whole thing.

Why did parents always manage to do that?

I heard an inpatient grunt, and reluctantly I cracked my eyes open, glaring upwards at the distinctly uncomfortable-looking Yautja that was taking in the look of my jungle-themed room. It was pretty funny how he had to duck to be able to stand in this place, but I knew that he didn't think so and that the shoe would be on the other foot if I had to be put in the same situation he was in. Finally, I sighed, opening my eyes fully and sitting up, crossing my legs Indian-style and gesturing for Chopper to sit down on the floor.

Hey, it was clean, and it's not like there was anywhere else he could sit!

"So, Chopper, how ya holding up? Not too confused, I hope?"

"That was possibly the strangest thing I have ever seen, Jess," he commented, sitting down against the wall. He was referring to my welcome back to this world, I knew… I had no fear of my mom overhearing the conversation from wherever she was at the moment, since we were speaking in Yautja. There were more than the obvious advantages to speaking in a different language, it seemed, "Your world… this is where you lived before the chiva?"

"Home sweet home," I said with a smirk, gesturing to the room with a wide arc of my hand, "Although I spent most of my free time on the computer... In my own words the computer was my life. I bet you didn't know I was a writer, did'ja?"

"I didn't think you would," he said after a long pause, "I had always thought that you knew more about fighting than other humans, from how you fought during the chiva…"

"Not a chance," I laughed, "I never fought a damn thing in my life before that! I was always drawing, or writing, or thinking up new ideas for my drawing and writing. Heh, you would've killed me without a second thought if you knew me back then."

"You were that different?"

Was I? Well…

"Uh, not precisely," Damn, this was going to be kinda difficult to explain, here, "I was always like this, but I also wasn't. You see; society doesn't exactly welcome people like me with open arms. Um… think of how your people reacted to humans becoming warriors, and then switch that around a bit and have humans reacting to another human for being a warrior. It's about the same for both; people like me just aren't accepted. So I kept it all hidden, and wrote stories that reflected what I wanted to do… to be."

He took a moment to absorb all of this, and then nodded slowly.

"It reminds me of a warrior I met once, who hated the hunt and preferred to nurture life rather than destroy things," Chopper said leisurely. I raised an eyebrow in interest; I had never heard of such things before, but then again, I didn't know all that much about Yautja life, yet, "He left when he had gained enough skulls and honor to suit him, and I never saw him again. I had thought him foolish, but perhaps his situation was like your problem with the humans?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up," I said with a shrug, "It doesn't matter, though. I found where I belong, in the end."

"With the Yautja?"

"Yup," I replied with a grin. I sighed happily, and looked around my room once more, smile widening as I got an idea. Abruptly, I jumped off my bed, slipping over to my old, now fairly dusty stereo system and giving a speculative look to the Yautja that was regarding me curiously, head tilted to the side as he watched what I was doing, "Hey Chopper, have you ever listened to music before?"

"No."

I stopped, staring blankly at him, and shook my head sadly, "Gods, you're deprived. Never fear, though! You, my friend, are about to get one hell of a taste of human teenage culture!"

With that, I stuck one of my favorite CD's into the six-disk-changer and punched the button, skipping until I found the one song that I liked the best out of all of them. Chopper was looking at me like I was going crazy or something, but that was nothing new. With a quick snicker I made my way back to the bed, grabbing the stereo's remote from the shelf inside my closet and punching the volume up to a fairly high level. Too bad I didn't have bass, but hey, I was just happy to be able to listen to my songs, again! Man, I had been going a bit stir-crazy on the Yautja ship; crazy to the point of singing the songs I could remember when no one was there and humming them when Lex was in the room.

Gods, how I missed that ship, already.

Lost in these times
It's hard to make up our minds
This is the reason we're convicted for our crimes
So we wait
Scars on our face
They show the importance of finding a way to leave this place

I felt my jaw drop open slightly as the beloved lyrics suddenly became far too close to my own situation, my hand rising to my face to touch the old scar on my right cheek, the one that I was still surprised my mom hadn't asked me about... Well, she had seen the movie, so she probably knew, anyway. I looked quickly over to Chopper, who had the pose of listening carefully to the music that was writhing through the air, filling the space around us with its haunting tune.

This is way too strange…

But then we're left with nothing substantial to hold
And I'm afraid that our story will never be told

Some people carry on
Some just stay right where they are
Our worlds divide the sight
I'd rather move along
Knowledge is not very far
Our worlds divide the sight

When innocence dies
It tends to shake up your life
Let it consume you and then leave it all behind
I need escape
From the choices we made
And the feelings of longing that are standing in our way

But then we're left with nothing substantial to hold
And I'm afraid that our story will never be told

Some people carry on
Some just stay right where they are
Our worlds divide the sight
I'd rather move along
Knowledge is not very far
Our worlds divide the sight

Don't give up on hope
Don't give up on hope
Don't give up because it's hope that binds us
Pain that guides us
Who do we trust when those things remind us
It's hope that guides us
Pain that binds us
Who do we trust when they're not behind us

Some people carry on
Some just stay right where they are
Our worlds divide the sight
I'd rather move along
Knowledge is not very far
Our worlds divide the sight


Now you are right where you belong
Our worlds divide the sight
Take all this hope; it makes you strong

Now you are right where you belong

I opened my eyes as the last note faded, having closed them halfway through the song and settled into a pose of just listening to the tune I had almost forgotten, and clicked the button to pause the music, still overwhelmed by how much that simple song had seemed like (and yet also somewhat unlike) my situation. After a bit of hesitation, I looked over to Chopper, seeing him sitting quietly, much like he had been since we had come into the room. Nothing looked different, but after a month of living on a Yautja ship I knew that the creatures didn't show many outward signs for anything.

Amazingly, he spoke before I could.

"That was music?" he asked, seeming both curious and awestruck. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my throat.

"Oh, hell, yeah!" I answered, feeling my spirits soar to think that my best friend had actually liked the same kind of music I did, "Some of the best, in fact! But that one was just my favorite on that disk, there are so many more you can listen to, if you want!"

"I would enjoy that," he said, his head angled so that he was looking right at me, "I like your music, Jess. It is… indescribable. I wish I could understand it more."

I chuckled at that. Yeah, and he had been the one who understood the most of human language to begin with, besides Scar, who would probably be able to understand even the lyrics of music. No wonder they had had such a hard time trying to teach us their language, at first!

"Now I know what you were doing in the pyramid," he continued, talking more to himself than anything, but I knew I was meant to catch the comment, "Do humans create music often?"

"Geez, it's one of the biggest industries on the Earth," I replied, feeling some pride for the human race begin to swell up in me, "right up there with movies and gaming. We humans like to focus on the finer arts of imagination."

"Yautja don't have music…"

"Well, then," I said slyly, "The first thing to do when we get back will be to teach them about it, huh? I'm sure I could manage to grab my CD player before being chased by that trans-dimensional portal of an orb."

That comment managed to force a quiet trill out of him, and I winked cheekily, jumping off the bed once more and going over too look through my pitifully small collection of CDs. I was looking for a very specific title, and I knew that I had left it in that spot, so unless mom had moved it…

"Jessie! Jess, dinner's almost ready! Bring your friend here, I don't know what he eats!"

Speaking of mom…

"What was that?" Chopper asked curiously, looking down the hall. He must not have caught what she said.

"That's my mom announcing that food is ready," I laughed, turning from my search and gesturing for Chopper to stand. He did so, and I cracked a smile as he barely managed to remember that the ceiling was too close to stand up quite straight, "C'mon, I'm sure we can find something you'll like. Mom loves making steak and stuff, so you'll probably be okay with the food."

"Sound's appetizing."

"You know it!" I said happily, "And the best is yet to come! I heard her muttering to herself about making cupcakes later on, and I'm looking forward to teaching you how to bake…"

If only for the comedic value, my mind added silently, an evil smile twitching at the corners of my mouth as I bounded down the hall and towards the tantalizing scents of the kitchen, This is bound to be a very entertaining afternoon…


Veeeerrrry entertaining.
(sorry about the short chapter an' all)

Song Lyrics by: Flaw
Yes,I do have that CD; yes it is my favorite song on that CD; no, you probably don't know it because Flaw is not as big a band as the others I've put into fics.