Amy had spent most of the time crying in Tashigi's room. Well, it was her room now since she couldn't exactly go home. Not with Carol there. After crying, she would just lay there in the silence. Then maybe cry again if she had any tears left. Now she was staring at the roof of the room. She raised her right hand, and stared.

Her powers were a curse. Amy was forever destined to burn herself out, trying to save one more ungrateful person. She needed to get back to the hospital.

But...Vicky might already be there...waiting...searching for her. Amy appreciated Smoker for allowing her to stay here. She had only known him for a few weeks, but to Amy's surprise, they bonded. He never judged her when she decided to rant to him, he never gave his opinion unless Amy asked for it, and when he did give it, Smoker was always blunt and honest.

He was basically like the Dad she never had. Mark had depression so he was usually never there. Sure he smiled at her, but most of the time, he doesn't even look at her. She didn't even know who her biological Father was...and deep inside...Amy did want to know, if only to get closure.

She sighed and allowed gravity to let her arm to fall back on the bed. Curling up on the bed, a loud rumble shook her silence. What was that-oh…

That was her stomach. Amy hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning. Slithering out of bed slowly, Amy approached the door that led out of her new room. Grabbing the door handle with a shaking hand, Amy took a deep breath and walked out.

Only to accidentally run into somebody. Quickly gathering herself Amy looked away.

"Oh I'm sorry." Said a very...very familiar voice.

"Nah, I should have been looking where I was going." Was Amy's automatic response. Suddenly, she got a good look at who she bumped into. Blonde hair, green eyes, that infuriating resting bitch face, Amy felt her anger blaze up.

Tattletale, the girl who ruined her already pitiful life.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Amy screamed as she attempted to lung at Tattletale who simply tried backing away. Amy simply allowed her anger to take over. Amy was inches away from touching Tattletale's skin, to give her something that she would probably regret later, when a familiar, comforting smoke appeared, and she stopped into her tracks.

Amy couldn't move as the smoke swirled around her and Tattletale. That didn't stop her from trying, and suddenly, she was floating in the air away from Tattletale.

A pillar of smoke formed in between them, and Smoker was in their midst. He truly deserved his mover rating and name. Reforming his body, he kept it smokey and mist-like, almost like a ghost.

"I see that you're awake now." Smoker said simply as he floated Tattletale next to Amy, but just out of arm's reach. His eyes met Amy's own and he slowly lowered her to the floor. It was...gentle almost. "Don't do anything you'll regret later."

With that, he released her from the smoke and Amy's feet were now on the floor. Taking a deep breath, Amy glared at Tattletale, who simply looked away from her, and turned back to Smoker.

"What is this Bitch doing here?" Amy seethed. She was going to give the blonde whore delayed obesity and acne. All of her food was going to taste like bile. Amy felt her knuckles turn white.

Smoker's impassive face simply stared back at the both of them, and sighed.

"Director Piggot requested that the Marines take in Miss Wilborn." Smoker...didn't sound happy. "She cut a deal with the PRT and they called in one of the many favors that we owe them. Basically, I'm to act as her probation officer." He grumbled. Smoker definitely wasn't happy with this.

Amy relaxed her fist slightly. Smoker continued.

"Rest assured that she will however, receive punishment." Smoker grinned, which kinda creeped Amy out. It wasn't a happy or confident grin, it was a 'You're going to go through hell' type of grin. That made...Amy feel a little better. Giving the older girl a glance, Amy smirked when she saw her horrified look. That definitely made her feel better.

Smoker lowered Tattletale as well, albeit not as gently. Motioning his head towards Amy, Tattletale nodded with a pained smile.

"I'm sorry for ruining your already bad life."

Scratch obesity and acne, Amy was going to turn her hair an ugly shade of green.

"Wilborn." Smoker growled, smoke swirling around all three of them casually, yet threatening. Tattletale flashed her a sheepish grin. She was lucky that Smoker probably had faster reflexes than herself.

"I'm sorry I was forced to be a villain and ruined your life even more." Smoker sighed. Tashigi and that Weaver girl then ran up to them.

"Whatever." Amy seethed. Everyone had problems.

"It seems that's all you're going to get out of her." Smoker said simply. He turned to Tashigi. "Escort our guest back to her room. She's going to need all of the sleep she can get." There was that grin again.

Tashigi nodded, flashed Amy with her signature smile and grabbed Tattletale's arm. This left the three of them now.

"You should follow Tashigi. She'll take you home." Weaver nodded and did her best imitation of a salute and went off to follow the short haired beauty.

Now Amy was alone with Smoker who completely reformed his physical body. She stared at him silently until a grumble from her stomach shook the silence.

Smoker simply chuckled.

"Hungry?"

With her cheeks red from embarrassment, Amy nodded. Smoker simply gave her a real smile and pointed down the hall.

"Let's go get you some food."

Amy smiled for the first time today.

Natsuko eyes opened, only for a bright light to force them shut again. He had already forgotten how long he had been imprisoned here. Days...weeks…months...all he knew is that leaving Captain Smoker's side was the second worst choice of his life. The first was volunteering to join him on their doomed voyage.

Natsuko was just...angry. He was angry at Captain Smoker for bringing them into this unknown world, for taking him away from his beautiful Rose. Most of all, he was angry at himself. When the PRT made their offer, Natsuko took it without hesitation.

It was a chance to start over. To start a new life...without constantly being reminded over what he lost. They transferred him to Los Angeles, and gave him the name of Fidelis along with a new costume. The first two weeks were amazing! Natsuko became a local celebrity as soon as he debuted.

He was treated with the respect that Natsuko deserved. Until one day, he woke up to find himself in a cell. A strange woman wearing some hat would drop off food...whenever they felt like it. He started missing his fellow Marines.

Trying to move his left arm, Natsuko found that he couldn't. He tried with his right, the same result. Forcing his eyes open despite the pain from the bright light, he got a good look of his surroundings.

He wasn't in his cell anymore, but some weird looking lab.

"It appears that the test subject is awake." An unfamiliar voice said. Natsuko opened his dry mouth to speak, only for nothing to come out. He couldn't even turn his head to see who was speaking.

"Mmmmm." Something was wrapped around his mouth! He started struggling with his restraints, when he felt a sharp needle pierce his skin.

"A stronger dosage is needed to keep him sedated. Bring Hero here."

Another voice spoke. "The path says not yet."

"Hmm very …'Marine' shall be the finishing touch for his experiment."

A/N
I wouldn't have made it this far if it wasnt for you lovely readers. As much as I like to write, theres no point if nobody isnt there to read them, so thank you for reading, liking and commenting! It helps encourage me to better my writing. They really do help a lot. Never thought I was going to write so much in a short period of time.
Till tomorow

Natsuko's eyes closed until sleep overtook him again.