Yay! I got it done finally!

Drok'ti sat in his home on Lau'thalus contemplating many things and reliving past hunts. He had so many to think of. The hunt where he went from being unblooded to blooded, his rite of passage, his many hunts on earth. He remembered how his last hunt on earth had almost ended badly.

His thoughts switched over to the girl that had saved his life, his honor and the clans honor. He had nearly been killed and during the fight his wrist computer was destroyed so he wouldn't have had the option of activating the self destruct.

Strife had taken him out of her 'garage' as she had called it and into her house where he would be safer. She mended his wounds and watched over him all night to make sure he was ok. Drok'ti was thankful that he ended up in her hands instead of in the hands of the 'government' on that planet. She didn't tell anyone about him and also saved his life twice.

Drok'ti sat in his chair and was torn between his thoughts. Should he see her again? Should he forget about her completely?

He had a feeling that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to forget that strange little ooman girl that had saved him and called him handsome. He shook his head and snorted at that. Oomans don't find his race handsome. Of course, oomans don't usually try and save a Yautja either. She was special.

He stood up and snorted again. He was going to get those thoughts out of his head and concentrate on the real reason he needs to go back to Earth. He has to find his knife. If anyone found out that a piece of Yautja equipment was on earth right now he would be in trouble. It wasn't allowed. He made up his mind to go back to earth to that city and find his lost knife. To see if Strife knew anything about it.

A few weeks later he was back on earth. He was trying to remember where Strife lived. He hadn't thought that it would matter when he left those 5 months ago. He made his way across the city to find that creepy girl and his knife. He was walking along the roof of a dwelling when he heard a familiar giggle. He looked across the street and saw Strife. She was hanging upside down from a branch looking right at him. She unwrapped her legs from the branch and let herself down. She waved at him and went into her house.

Drok'ti found this a little unnerving. She wasn't supposed to see him, she wasn't supposed to know he was there, but she did. He jumped down and went into her house. She was nowhere to be found. The door swung shut behind him and suddenly there was weight on his back.

"I knew you would be here soon."

He grabbed the girl's arm and gently pulled her off his back. He held her under her arms out in front of him and snorted at her.

"Don't do that."

"Why not? Did I scare you?"

He shook his head and put her down. She smiled up at him and started bouncing up and down.

"So what are we going to do now that you're back?"

Drok'ti snorted. Strife put her hand to her chin and got a thoughtful look on her face.

"Oh! A snorting contest! I don't know how good I am at snorting."

Drok'ti shook his head and walked past the girl and started to look around her dwelling. He felt her presence right behind him and got uneasy. He turned around to look at her and she just smiled. He went into the living room and lifted up one end of the couch so he could look under it. Strife was right there looking over his shoulder.

"What'cha lookin' for?"

"My knife."

"Oh yeah! I was so happy to see you that I totally forgot."

She whirled around and went into another part of the dwelling. She came back carrying Drok'ti's knife almost triumphantly. She cocked her head to the side and lifted it up to him all while smiling at him.

"I kept it safe for you. I only looked at it a couple times."

"Thank you."

"No problem bid old buddy of mine! So what do you want to do now? We could play a board game! Or we could go drop bricks on people's heads, wait no, that's a bad idea. He might come back."

Drok'ti looked at Strife for a moment. When he realized she wasn't going to offer the information he decided to pry.

"Who?"

"Oh some FBI guy. He wanted to know about you."

Drok'ti grabbed Strife by her throat and held her up in the air roraring in her face. She started coughing.

"What did you tell him?"

Strife started batting at his hand and kicking her feet around. Her foot connected with his chest and he dropped her. She fell on the ground in a heap and he lumbered toward her again. If she said anything he would have to kill her. That would be a big betrayal.

"I told him I was talking to myself! That really hurt! Why did you do that?"

He felt bad suddenly. He sat on the couch and looked at Strife. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Sorry."

Her pouting didn't last very long. She jumped up and flopped down on the couch next to him.

"So how about playing a board game? We have Clue!"

"I wont be here long."

"Aww, why not? I thought you came back to hang out with me."

"I came back for my knife."

He couldn't look at her anymore. She was having a strange effect on him. He didn't like it. He stood up and started walking towards the door. He opened it and walked out. Strife was right behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"I figure we can just as easily play Clue at your house."

He growled at her and shook his head.

"Ok, if you don't want to play clue we can do something else."

"You aren't going with me."

"Of course I am."

"No."

He started walking again. She was still behind him. He swung around and roared at her. She backed up into the door and started pawing for the handle. She found it and ripped the door open. She ran inside and shut the door. Drok'ti heard the locks being engaged and continued his way back to the ship. He got there and left in a big hurry.

As he was on his way home again he kept picturing Strife with tears running down her cheeks wildly pawing for the door handle. He had scared her and he really regretted that now. It wasn't something he should dwell on now. He has his knife and now he can go home and prepare for his next hunt. He would never go back to that city and risk seeing Strife again or her seeing him. He couldn't face her now.