Disclaimer: Lad's, y'all know by now.

Hi everybody!(Cue weird yellow people: "Hi Docter Nic!"). Well, now Jo's on the AA. What ever will happen? Guys, this chapter is going to be all character and relationship development, in a kinda fluffy manner.

Chapter 15

Kira stared at the four teens. They'd all just been reunited, why were they calling each other idiots? When he'd come back to his friends, the welcome had been warm, homely, what was with these people? The noise from the ZAFT pilots escalated, causing him to wince.

'What the hell did you think you were DOING!' Nicol shrieked, pointing a finger at Athrun. 'Did you really think that killing yourself would solve anything!' 'I could ask you the same question.' Athrun shot back. 'That wasn't the same, I was saving you!' That caused Athrun to laugh. 'Oh come on, Nicci! Be serious. All you did was cause the lot of us a ton of pain and guilt! You should have seen Yzak! It wasn't just me you hurt! It was the whole damn team! All I did was fulfil the mission we had from the start!' Nicol stared at him, white with shock. 'And, you got the Blitz destroyed! That was powerful mobile weaponry! Much better than the Aegis.' The coldness in the way he said that caused them all to flinch. Nicol narrowed his eyes. 'Don't try to justify the taking of your own life! What you did was foolish and wrong!'

Kira watched this display in shock, and it continued, getting louder and more hystircal by the minute. Hysterics was spreading throughout the entire group. The other two youths were having an argument along the same lines, shrieking hysterically at each other, their voices piercingly loud.

'Careless! Absolutely, mindnumbingly stupid! What the heck were you thinking? Were you thinking! Couldn't you have forwarded a message? Or something! MIA, we thought you were dead, damnit! What about...' 'Shut it, Little Lady! You have no idea what happened, so don't you even try it!' The girl stopped, the slender frame shaking with rage, her eye filling with tears. Dearka's face softened. 'Hey, I'm sorry, Little Lady.' 'I thought you were dead,' she sobbed, buring her head in his chest.

Dearka smiled. 'Come on now, Little Lady, no ship full of naturals could kill me, and no amount of exploding MS's can kill our two resident immortals.' He jerked his head pointedly at Nicol and Athrun, who had quitened down. They turned and smiled at her. She managed a smile, and turned to Kira.

The boy in question was staring at her, the size of that uniform explained. Small wasn't the word to describe her, she was tiny. Everything about her was tiny, from her narrow shoulders, to her small waist and tiny hands. She held herself proudly, standing as tall as her frame would allow. She gave him a smile, which ended up looking like a lioness pouncing on prey.

'Are you the former pilot of Strike?' She inquired sweetly. He nodded, eying her warily. Her smile grew. 'Oh, then I guess I own you this!' Next second, her small fist made contact with his face, driving him back a step. Shock coursed through him. She remained grinning. 'Now, next question, why were you eying me up?'

His jaw dropped, and the ZAFT team started snickering. Swallowing hard, he looked her squarely in the eye. 'I wasn't eying you up.' She raised her eyebrows. 'Oh? So you have a habit of staring at girls for no reason?' He shook his head, 'I have a reason.' Her smirk grew, if possible, grew even wider. 'Do tell.'

Oh, way to go, Kira! Now what ya gonna do? "Oh, I tried on your uniform and I was just checking to see how small you really are."? Somehow, I don't think that's gonna work.

'W...well, do you know Lacus Clyne?' She nodded, confusion crossing her face. 'Um... well, do you leave your spare uniforms there? Cause if you do, I swear it wasn't my fault.' Her eye widened, 'You...you...' Unable to find something to say, she merely blushed and punched him in the nose. She then turned on her heel and strode away from him towards Cpt. Raimus. The woman seemed to be struggling not to laugh. Her team were laughing their heads off. He remained standing where he was, a rather spectacular beetroot red.

Mirilla couldn't believe that the ZAFT girl had been assigned a bed in her dorm. Since Flay had left, she'd had the room to herself. The girl hovered behind her, looking around the room. Mirilla shrugged and pointed to the bottom bunk across from her own. 'That's yours.' The girl smiled at her and walked across to the bed, flopping down on it with a sigh. Her small purple mouse curled up on her stomach. Mirella sighed as well, and went to the wardrobe.

'Here,' she said, tossing a pair of white trousers and an orange jacket at the girl. She glanced up at her. 'Trust you don't wanna spend the day in that flight suit.' She then proceeded to ignore the girl as she changed her clothes.

Tolle's name was still swimming in her head, as well as the comforting words from the blond ZAFT pilot. Why should he comfort her? After all, she'd tried to kill him. And yet, he'd been the only one to notice her running away. And she'd poured her heart into his chest. Why him, why not Sai or someone?

'I'm Joffie.' The girl's, Joffie, voice interupted her thoughts. She glanced up, and the girl seemed to take this as an invetation to continue. 'But my friend's call me Jo. Except the guy's, they call me Little Lady. I'd say you don't wanna call me that, so call me Jo. What's your name, or am I to stick with Seaman Second Class?' The last line was a little harsh in Mirilla's mind, but never the less she answered. 'No, you don't have to stick to my rank. My name's Mirilla, but you can call me Milly, my friend's call me that.'

Jo smiled at her. The jacket, Milly noticed, was tied around her waist and the blue tee-shirt was a little bit to short for her. The end of a pale scar was visible on her side. She didn't inquire about it, maybe Jo wasn't comfortable talking about it. She also was missing an eye, the patch standing out against the pale skin. Jo's hand moved up to touch the leather, going slightly pink. Milly instantly blushed as well. 'S...sorry,' she squeaked. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to stare.' Jo shrugged. 'Don't worry about it. Do you think you could show me to the bridge?' Milly nodded, standing.

I've offended her. Why the heck was I staring at that patch? God, stupid, stupid, STUPID!

Raimus stared at the four young pilots standind in front of her. The young female had just finished telling them about their ZAFT spy, and the bluennet had explained about their support from Ms Clyne. Her own crew looked disbelieving, and the ZAFT soldiers had noticed this. She, however, found it hard not to believe them. The two POW's had come back after being set free after all. Of course the other two had not one shred of proof about whose side they were on. But they had an honest look about them. And ZAFT were not stupid enough to put powerful weaponry, as well as two well known Ensigns, in the hands of the enemy.

She had to take precautions though. Not one of the pilots was to walk around the ship alone, and they were not allowed in the hanger unless involved in a battle or when accompanied by a crew member. They agreed to these with no complaint, all military rigid. She nodded and dismissed them. They followed the rest of the teens to the mess-hall for food.

Once they were gone, she turned to Mu. 'Well, what do you think of them?' She asked. The man looked at her. 'They seem honest, and are quite willing to comply to rules. I just have to wonder about that blue haired boy. He's been fighting against Kira for several months. He chose his team above his friend. That's going to lead to a few problems if you ask me.' Murre nodded, sighing.

Kira had not been prepared for the questions from the ZAFT team, who seemed to be half trying to slag their friend off and half trying to protect her. They were mostly trying to humiliate him.

'Soooooo, you tried on our Little Lady's uniform?' The blond pilot drawled, 'Why Strike, I didn't know you leaned that way.' He blushed, not sure whether the boy was joking or not. The "Little Lady" was going slightly red as well. And it was her, not him that managed a retort.

'I didn't know you leaned that way either, Dearka,' she said sweetly. A bout of snickers broke out. 'So, who is it then?' The girl continued, in that same sweet, innocent voice. 'I know it's not Strike, so is it Nicci?' The green haired boy started and blushed. 'No...,' Dearka started, but she cut him off. 'Well if it's Yzak, you're a bit late, cause we're an item. And I don't think it's Zala, so who is it?'

'I don't like any of the guy's! I like...someone else.' At this, he blushed to the roots of his blond hair and his lilac eyes travelled to the girl behind Kira briefly. His teammates all grinned and he blushed even more.

Athrun, Kira noticed, seemed more at home with these people. He actually smiled around them, instead of the withdrawn, guarded look he wore most of the time. As he watched his once best friend laugh with these people, he couldn't help but wonder if the distance between them was too great to bridge.

So, that's it. God, I don't know why I'm so angsty. Everyone describes me as bouncy or happy-go-lucky, never angsty. I'm a happy person, I just can't seem to write anything without a small bit of angst. Is there a chapter in this that doesn't have angst? Anyways, sorry bout ranting. What y'all think?