A/N: Ehehe, I apologize in advance...this is kinda gonna be a cliffhanger. I just can't help it…I like to divide chapters a certain way so you'll be surprised what happens in the next one. So yeah…you'll just have to eagerly await the next one.

Disclaimer: Let's see…if I actually owned stuff…like…I made up Albel and Fayt…this wouldn't just be on fanfiction….I would publish this and make oodles of moolah…It would be so fabulous! But alas, I cannot make any money off this. :(

Fayt was assigned to be Albel's personal tour guide of the ships, showing him where everything was located, and where he could and could not go. Despite Albel's ignorance to what a gun was, he seemed to know a lot about ships. And he learned fast. By the end of the day, he knew the ship almost as well as Fayt, who had been aboard for nearly a year.

However, there was much Albel still had to learn. He kept insisting that Fat's gun was actually a gumball machine until Fayt fired at an empty box, ripping a large hole through it. Then Albel began to realize that it wasn't a toy and he reverently avoided touching it.

For awhile, Albel would follow Fayt all around the ship, as Fayt showed him things. He would be possessive, and a little clingy, wrapping his arms around Fayt's neck, and draping himself over the young mechanic, muttering, "Myyyy maaate" and hissing at anyone who came too close. Then, when Albel had learned enough to satisfy himself for awhile, he would disappear and Fayt wouldn't see him for three or four hours at a time, before he came back to ask about what a table was for.

Albel could be annoying sometimes, but Fayt was glad to have him along when he went for the medical check-up everyday for a week that Cliff had ordered. It involved x-rays, blood samples, urine samples, and a lot of other tests. Fayt felt it was far too much to do when he honestly felt fine, but Cliff had insisted. Albel distracted him from the pain by his childlike excitement over all the medical instruments. Albel did his best to entertain him by guessing various purposes for the tools. Fayt merely rolled his eyes and smiled as Albel exclaimed, "Aha, it's a poking thing! Hmnn….I bet they use it to scrape off freckles!"

Albel was very curious about everything. He had explained that much of the technology on his planet differed from common earth technology. Sophia had asked him what planet Albel was from, and Albel had lowered his head sadly and responded. "A place very far away."

"Yes, but what is the planet called?" Sophia persisted.

:"It's no more," Albel said sadly, holding his hands up in a defeated gesture. "Terrible implosion made whole planet disappear in big kaboom. Not many of our species left, only those that were off the planet at time still alive. United Space Authorities says we are not allowed to survive since there is no home planet for us to go to. We are hunted down all across the galaxy. It is not our fault our planet imploded while we were gone!"

"Albel, that's terrible," Fayt murmured. "You don't deserve to die. We promise never to let the authorities know you are here."

Albel grinned. "It's okay. I won't get killed if I stay with you." He scowled suddenly. "I shall shoot holes in them with this marvelous shooting thing!" He waved one of the spare blasters in the air.

"No, no, no," Fayt said quickly, relieving Albel of the weapon. "You don't know how o use it. You might hurt yourself."

Albel shrugged and cheerfully draped himself over Fayt shoulders. "I have no need for a weapon when Fayt will protect me," he purred.

Fayt blushed fiercely as Sophia started giggling. "Come on, do you have to do that all the time?" he complained.

Albel shrugged innocently. "Do what?"

"Never mind," Fayt grumbled, jerking away form Albel and stalking off.

Albel was confused about why Fayt was angry. He assumed it had to do something with Sophia, so he spent the rest of the day threatening to seal her soul and bit her head off if she so much as breathed near Fayt. Albel also turned his fierce glare at Cliff, who found it quite amusing to laugh at Fayt and mock him. Hurting Cliff seemed to make Fayt happy, so Albel threatened Cliff with physical harm every chance got. Fayt rolled his eyes and tolerated it, knowing Albel was just trying to help.

Albel even growled at Peppita, when she came by to tell Fayt the results of the tests. Fayt shot Albel an irritated glare. "Alright, Rosetti, what did you find out?"

Peppita adjusted her immaculate white nurse's uniform nervously before answering Fayt. "Well, I ran the test and…uhh….there seems to be an interesting condition."

"Just spit it out," Fayt snapped.

Peppita sighed heavily. "Well, Fayt, you seem to be pregnant."

"Whaaaaaat!" Fayt roared. "That's not possible! I don't have the right body parts! I can't be pregnant! I'm not a female for god sakes!"

Peppita looked thoughtful. "Well, you're not exactly pregnant, since you don't have a uterus, but it's almost the same thing. Something is growing in your stomach."

"Something? What kind of something?" Fayt demanded.

Peppita shrugged. "Too early to tell. Some parasitic organism has decided to make its home in your stomach, or the alien impregnated you with its young, which are growing in your stomach."

Fayt groaned. "But I don't feel any different. When did this start to happen?"

"In the generator room," Albel said brightly.

"Yes." Peppita frowned. "We should go sterilize the entire room and make sure no more parasites are in there waiting to infect someone else."

"I doubt it," Albel scoffed. "Should just be inside you, not everywhere else."

"Oh yeah?" Fayt shot back. "How do you know so much about this?"

Albel shrugged indifferently. "That's because I did it."