Chapter 2

Morning came all too soon for the traveling pair. Sunrise meant waking. Not that they really wanted to get up right at sunrise. It was just something they where used to. Having the morning sun greet them. And even in the darkness of the hotel room, they woke anyway, out of habit. Art however, for once, decide to roll over, and try to get just a little more sleep.

"Yer."

There was a gentle tug on his sleeve. He turned his head to see his sweet Angel pulling on it with the tip of her teeth. A pleading look in her Cool blue eyes.

"I just can't win can I?" Art said with out any anger or annoyance. He sat up and opened the desk drawer to find what he was looking for. Every Hotel is said to have a bible somewhere in the room. This one, was no different. He pulled out the black book and began flipping though it.

"Now, where did we leave off? Somewhere in Luke I do believe."

"Yer." Said Angel in agreement and laid down at his feet, eagerly awaiting him to begin reading.

It was not mid morning. Still not to hot, but, by no means cool.

"Thanks for everything." Art said as he bid Farwell to the desk clerk as He and Angel left the hotel and began there travels once again. Stopping only at two nearby shops for water, and previous, and a new bible.

The dessert view was no different from always. A few signs of old battles, a few cacti, rocks, sand, and, some times, old parts left behind from quite possible, the same battle that made the damage marks. Yet, it always seemed like something that would never get old to our travelers. The beauty of the dessert. But, little did they know, there would be something just a Bit, different about this journey. It was around noon when Angel strayed from Art's side to chase after a little lizard. He did not try to stop her. But kept his eye on her non the less. Why should he stop her from having fun every so often.

"Don't stray too far Angel." he warned her.

She did no answer, but he knew she heard him and would head his words. As she has countless times before. The young Organoid had fallowed the Lizard over to a pile of rocks, and there it sat for a moment. Angel brought her own face as close as she dared with out scaring it. Trying to hide behind the rock, while letting her eyes peer over the top. Then, there was a loud explosion. The lizard ran off, and Angel's head had perked up staring off in the direction of the sound. Waiting to see if it would sound again. Art walked up to her side.

"A near by battle?" He mused. Only guessing of course. He couldn't be sure. He too now stood, listening for another explosion. When there was none, he frowned.

"Either, some one is one really good shot, or, something's up. Or perhaps, some one could just be testing a new weapon." He stood there a moment longer, pondering weather or not to head in the direction of the source of the sound. But, in the end, he decide agents it, and turned to leave on there original path. Only to be stopped, when Angel grabbed his jacket with her teeth. A behavior, which puzzled him.

"What's wrong Angel?" he asked.

She let go and headed in the direction of the sound. Pausing and looking over her shoulder to see if he was fallowing. He of curse, was standing there, trying to desirer her meaning, and reasoning. In the end, he only shrugged and began to fallow her.

"Maybe she sees something I can not." he mused and began to fallow his companion.

Something, was right. When they got there, there was an over turned jeep, a crater where a missile had hit, and, by reasoning, a Zoid worrier. Lying out cold on the ground near by. He looked young, blond hair, red and white shirt, blue paints, and, well, not much more can be told with him lying face first in the dirt. Art rubbed the back of his head. This one, might windup being quite a handful later. Something about him, be could just tell, this could lead in to trouble. But, there was no way he could just leave him hear like this. He sighed and walked forward to begin the prep for tended to the warriors wounds. It was then, that Angel did something else out of the regular. She grabbed the boy's sleeve and begin to tug, rather hard.

"Uh, Hay now Angel, don't do that! He could be seriously hurt!" He said for the first time raising his voice to her. Though not much. This did get her to pause, but she only resumed seconds later.

"Oh Angel." Art moaned, as took a gentle hand to her mouth, and opened her jaw and removed the boy's sleeve from it.

"We'll take care of him okay? But you can't do that. You could hurt him more by accadent." he said, looking in to her clear blue eyes. She looked in to his green one's, then nodded.

After assessing that the boy had no life threatening injuries, he rolled him over and pulled him from the wreck. Then, banged his injuries. It was early nightfall, when the boy finally came to. There was a soft groan, and he opened his aqua green ((sea green?)) eyes. As his vison cleared, he was greeted, with a clear blue eyed, teeth filled mouth, Dino snouted face, right up close in his.

"Yur."

"GAH!"

"YUURA!"

"Oh, your awake."

The boy turned to the sound of the other voice. There he saw Art, sitting opposite of the camp fire. The Thing that was in his face, now hiding, or trying to hide, failing miserably, and shaking like it was 0 degrees out behind him, covering it's head it it's small arms.

"Wait a second, that's an-"

"Organoid, yes. Her name is Angel." Art finished. "And you son, are quite banged up."

The boy, now over his surprised of seeing his first Organoid now looked down at him self. His arm was bandaged, his shirt had been removed, and his torso was bandaged as well. He reached up and felt his head. Yep. Bandages there too.

"Dang, I swear, after that, I'll never steal Leena's Cream filled dounuts any more." He mussed. He looked at the pair, who, looked totally confused.

"It's a long story, believe me."

"Right. So, what's your name?"

"The names Bit. Bit Cloud."

"NIce to meet ya. My Name is Art. And this, Is Angel. Though, I already told you that didn't I?" he said, pointing behind him with his thumb.

"Yer." Angle replied. No longer cowering.

"Yea you did. Sorry if I scared you." Bit replied, smiling at Angel. She came from her place beside Art, and got close to him again. Looking him over, out of pure curiosity. Like he was something she had never seen before. After a moment, of Staring at her, staring at him, Bit chose to Ignore it, and turned his attention back to Art.

"Still, She really is something. And I thought My liger was something. I mean, don't get me wrong. He really IS something. One of a kind as far as I know anyway, But still.."

"Yep. She's quite a find. And, I have to say, I've never seen her quite so taken with strangers before. There must be something about you bit that she finds… Likable. Normally she hides from everyone."

"Really?" Bit asked questioningly as he returned his gaze to her, as she now walked behind him, bobbing her head around, trying to view every angle. This, was starting to feel, award. Art, took notice in Bit's change in expression.

"Angel, I Don't think he likes the WAY your looking at him." she said, but, for now, she seemed to ignore him. And Art really didn't want to raise his voice to her again. What is up with her strange behavior?

Bit turned away from Angel.

"Ah, don't worry about it. So, anyway, what brings you out hear?" bit asked.

"Us? Well, Angel and I are merely wanders I A priest, and She, an Angel. Neat huh?" Art replied with a Grin.

"Yea, I guess."

Angel got a close look at Bit's face again, his eyes went in her direction due to her closeness, but returned to art shortly after. She wanted around to his back again.

"You, wouldn't happen to have anything to eat would yea?" Bit asked.

"OF course." Art replied digging though the blue bag that was normally on Angel's back, and then taking out and throwing a small loaf of bread to Bit, which he caught.

"Great, I'm starving." Bit said as he took a large bite of the bread. Angel poked her head around and watched him closely as he ate.

Bit swallowed and looked at her in return, then back to Art.

"Ok, NOW, I'm starting to get creped out."

"Your not the only one. Angel, come hear and sit down." said art, tapping on the ground next to him. Angel spared bit another glance then walked over and sat down. But continued to look at Bit.

Art cleared his throat.

"Well, anyway, your jeep is pretty banged up, and I'm no mechanic, so, I figure it's best if we try to escort you back home. Since, There's no telling how far it is, and, who you might meet along the way."

"Ok." said Bit as he polished of the bread. And got shakily to his feet. He had to agree. What the Pastor wasn't saying was, 'frankly we're afraid you'll pass out or something from your injuries and we want to make sure you actually make it home.'

He watched as Art packed the blue bag up and then Angel got up and let him strap on the bag before getting up himself and dusting himself off.

"Lets be off shall we? Lead the way."

Bit smiled, looked around to get his barring, and then, began to make his way back to the Taros Farm.

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