A/N: It's not Meet the Parents, but it's different (I hope).

Dearka walked through the hangar, heading for the Buster. He had to admit, one thing he missed about the Versailles was the entertainment. They actually had access to TV and other things. This ship was boring as hell. He smirked. But this ship had females. That defiantly gained it a few brownie points. There were few war ships that had any women, but this one had two constantly, and every so often there would be a visit from the captains of the other two vessels. Both were also female. Although, he would probably get severely beaten if he tried to make a move on any of the captains, there was still his feisty copper-haired beauty. His? He liked the sound of possession, although she would probably try to kill him once again if he said anything like that around her. Ah yes, feisty was the perfect word to illustrate her attitude. He was walking on the floor of the hangar instead of using the raised walkways like he usually did. He was determined to make this last as long as possible. He walked past the 'feet' of the Buster, and patted them, as if they were an old buddy's. He kept going, heading to the stairwell on the other side of the hangar when he saw a machine he'd never seen before. It had an orange interior while the outside was mostly white. It looked like a simulator. It had been pushed to the very back, in a corner, as if someone didn't want to see it. He decided that maintenance could wait until later. He wanted to investigate. As Dearka meandered towards the machine, he noticed that where it had seemed to be completely against the wall, there was actually a small gap beside it. He inspected the back. There was a gap back there as well, one that was considerably larger than the other one. And there were photographs taped to the wall. It looked like someone's hideout. Turning his attention from the gap, he examined the inside. It was definitely a simulator, but he wasn't sure what kind of ship it was. He continued his inspection until he heard soft footsteps come up behind him. Turning, he saw his feisty friend standing beside him.

"You know, there's a dark corner back there, if you're… bored." He told her with a raise of his eyebrows. She shook her head at him and turned to walk away. "What did you want?" He asked her. She looked at him, confused. "You obviously came over here for a reason. What did you need?"

"It- Never mind." Miriallia told him as she turned once again to leave.

"Oh come on!" He groaned. "Am I really that scary?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes at him.

"It's not you. I just…" She trailed off, not sure what she was trying to say. Dearka was about to prompt her to go on when he remembered something.

"Those pictures. They're yours, aren't they?" She looked at him, mildly shocked.

"You know about those? She asked.

"I saw them. Why there?" She stood still, and looked at him and smiled softly.

"You wouldn't be interested." She insisted.

"But I am!" He persisted.

"It's just that… This is a simulator for a Sky Grasper." She explained. "It was… It was Tolle's favorite place." She avoided his gaze. "I guess it just feels… special."

It was Dearka's turn to be shocked. Of course. It was Tolle. It always was him, wasn't it? He looked at her.

"What are the pictures of?" He asked. She looked up at him, confused. Why did he want to know?

"Uh, Heliopolis mostly. A few from here." She explained. He looked at her expectantly. "What?" She asked after a few minutes of being stared at.

"Aren't you going to show me?" He inquired. She was astonished that he would want to see them. After a few unblinking moments passed in silence she headed to the back and crawled in. He followed, his larger frame having more difficulty squeezing in. She started at the far back, peeling the pictures off the wall carefully, and then removing the tape and sticking it back on the wall before placing the picture in her lap. She did this until all the pictures had been removed and were in a pile on her lap. Dearka remained quiet while she worked, watching the fluid movements of her hands. She then moved into a more relaxed position, silently cursing her skirt for preventing her from sitting cross-legged. She looked at the first one and smiled softly at it. It had been taken when she was eleven. Kira had moved to Heliopolis the month prior. It was her, Kuzzey, Tolle, Sai Kira and Fllay lying on their stomachs on a trampoline, with rings around their mouths where ice cream had been. It had been in Sai's backyard. Fllay had been staying with the Argyle's while her father was away on business. She explained what had been happening to Dearka before moving onto the next picture. She went on until all the twenty-some pictures had been explained, the last one being of Lt. La Flaga with his arms around the necks of the captain and another woman he vaguely remembered from when he had first been taken into the Archangel. The two women seemed incredibly surprised at his actions, but he was just grinning like nothing was wrong. She had giggled when she'd gotten to it. When they were done Miriallia leaned her back against the simulator and her head on Dearka's shoulder with a sigh. She felt more relaxed than she had felt in ages. Everything felt so right, like it were meant to be. She smiled and closed her eyes.

A/N: I was planning on adding more humor, but I kind of like how it turned out. It's a lot longer than most of my others too. -