Okay, once again for the record, I don't own Outlaw Star. If I did, it would still be on the air for us to enjoy.

If you read last chapter then you don't need me to tell you what's going on, so, on with part two!

Melfina stood there speechless for a minute or two with her hands covering her mouth. She stared wide-eyed at Harry's face wondering if the sand was confusing her vision. She could of sworn that Harry MacDougall was in front of her. But she saw him die. It couldn't be him. Her heartbeat increased as she moved her hand in front of her to see if Harry was a ghost or the real thing. She slowly touched Harry's right cheek and began moving her hand across his face. Harry knew what she was doing and slightly chuckled.

"You like doing that, don't you?" he gently remarked.

Melfina quickly pulled her hand bck to her chest and began to show signs of fear. She slowly backed to the rail until her back hit it.

"Harry, I ... I ... how are you ...I saw you..."

"Die. Yeah, long story," he said as he scratched the back of his head. "But don't worry, Melfina. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. I just wanna..."

"Talk," Melfina said timidly, finishing his sentence for him.

"Yeah. If you wanna go though ... I wouldn't blame you," Harry said almost knowing she would run away with him saying that.

Melfina still was staring at him, trying to soak all the shock in her. She thought about Harry before. How hw was completely out of his mind to have her for his own. Then she thought about Harry's last days and how he told her he loved her, how he fought for her, how he died for her, and how ifit wasn't for him she probably wouldn't be alive. After standing there for what seemed like forever, she made her decision. She slowly walked towards Harry and continued to watch the sunset. Harry looked to his right at her in total shock. There's no way this is real, he thought to himself. Oh Mel, if only it could be like this forever. Melfina, after standing with her head down for a minute or two, broke the silence.

"So, have you been okay, Harry"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just... things haven't been exactly perfect lately," ha said with a certain sense of sadness in his voice.

"What's been wrong, Harry?" Melfina inquired. "I assume with your brother with you, you wouldn't get lonely."

"That's the thing, Melfina. He's not there."

"Oh no! I'm sorry! I didn't know he had died."

"No! He's alive. It's just that ... about two months ago, someone called him with an assignment. He's been gone so long that it's driving me crazy. He wouldn't take me because my new body was still recovering."

"You're new body?" Melfina asked.

"Yeah. I guess I'll have to tell you that story some other time," he said with a laugh. Melfina smiled knowing he was having a great time. Harry just wondered how much longer this time would last.

"Anyway, Melfina, to make matters worse, Ron took everything with him when he left, except normal house stuff, my stuff, the food, you know, things like that that he didn't need."

"So, you've been lonely?"

"Yeah. A little lonely. I try to see the city sometimes, but most of the time I'd be afraid I would run into you."

Melfina seemed shocked at that last sentence. "What do mean 'afraid you would run into me'? I don't understand."

"It's just ... I don't know what to do around you. It's like you paralyze me. I go numb when I see you. I don't know what to say to you, ever. It's like stage fright, but you're the only person in the audience."

"Well, if you want to know, I've been feeling very lonely, too, Harry. I been worried about what happened to you at the Leyline."

"Really," Harry said quickly, shooting his look back up at Melfina. "Please tell me you're not joking."

"I'm not joking, Harry," Melfina said laughing. "I really wanted someone to talk to who at least knew what I was going through. And it's great to know you're alive and well."

"Thank you, Melfina," Harry replied with tears coming from his eyes. He briefly stopped talking to wipe them away. He then looked at Melfina's eyes and saw she was crying, too.

"Hey, don't be like me. A big softy," he laughed while wiping her's away with his thumbs.

"So, Harry, I never asked. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, me? I just came here to draw. By the way, Melfina, check this out."

Harry quickly ran back to his seat where he was drawing the weeping willow. He reached into his backpack and pulled out his notepad. He flipped through the pages carefully making sure he didn't ruin the one he wanted to show her. Once he found it he got up and ran back to Melfina.

"Here it is. I really hope you like it," he said with a look of nervousness. Harry had no clue how Melfina would take the picture of her that he had drawn minutes before meeting her again. Melfina took the pad at turned it over to look at the drawing. Harry noticed that she began staring open mouthed at it, going over it with her big brown eyes.

"Well Melfina, do you like it?"

"Oh, Harry! It's great! Thank you so much. Just one thing."

"Sure, I'm always open to critiquing so I can get better," he said with a smile.

"Harry, I don't thing I have angel wings," Mefina chuckled.

She was referencing to the butterfly-like wings Harry had added to the drawing. It made her look like she was his angel.

"Oh that! You know, that's just my way of putting new thoughts in the drawing."

"Oooohhhh, an artist!" she said before Harry began laughing at her artist comment.

"So, Melfina,"Harry said as soon as he stopped laughing, "I want to ask you, what brings you here?"

"Me? I just came to watch the sunset. But I guess I ran into an old friend, too"

"You consider me a friend?" Harry couldn't belive what he was hearing. The woman who he thought was terrified of his face was calling him a friend.

"Of course, Harry. I know you're not bad. You just lose your temper sometimes, but we all do that. Even me."

"Thanks for the warm words, Mel. Is it okay if I call you 'Mel'?"

"You would be the only person who does, but sure. I like it," she said with a smile.

"Okay, Mel!"

"So, Harry, I have an idea."

"What is it Melfina? I'd love to hear anything you've got."

"I was thinking if you gave me your phone number, maybe we could get together sometime. You know, talk, go shopping, whatever you wanted to do, Harry."

Harry's heart wasabout to jump out of his chest this time. Melfina wanted to be his friend. Maybe it would mean something closer between them. Maybe she loved him. Just then, though, he realized that wouldn't work.

"I would give you my number," Harry said softly. "But ... I ... remember when I said Ron went off on a job."

"Yes, Harry. I remember," Melfina said with a look of worry.

"Well, I don't have any money to pay for the apartmet we had. Everything I own is in that bag over there," he said motioning to the bag next to the chair he was drawing at.

"So, your homeless?"

"I...not exactly ... yeah, I'm homeless," Harry said, full of embarrassment.

"It's okay, Harry." Melfina walked towards him and gave him a comforting hug. Harry smiled at that guesture. He took one deep breath to get the scent of Melfina's hair before she let go.

"I know!" she said with excitement.

"What. What is it," Harry said, dying to know how to keep from sleeping on the sidewalk that night.

"Come live with us!"

"Melfina, I couldn't be a burden. Besides, I think Gene would kill me if he got the chance. You kow how much he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. And I'll scold him if he does," Melfina said sternly.

"I'm very sure he would kill me."

"Yeah, now that you think of it, you're probably right. Wait!"

"What now, Melfina," Harry inquired again.

"You are staying with us, and I know how."

Only way to know what happens is to don't touch that mouse. Wait til next episode. What is Melfina's plan?