Ok, this is weird. This story has been up for only a few days, and it's my most popular! Isn't that strange? Guess I should stick to dreaming instead of thinking! Anyways, we'll be out of the dream and into my devious mind in this chapter, sometime. Sort of like how C.S. Lewis wrote Narnia. Yes, ok.

John was worried now. He had seen the battle take place on the ledge, but figured she could handle herself. That was before her and the Elite had gone over. The Marine had seen it, too, and his face showed it. No way had he ever thought it possible for a Spartan to be eliminated by ONE Elite. All hope that he had managed to keep alive had flickered out of existence.

"Come on, Soldier, get on the turret. We don't have any time to spare." John may have sounded cold and uncaring, but that wasn't the case. He had no Idea that another one of his friends had survived everything, and he rejoiced when he saw her step off the Pelican and greet him with the most famous Spartan gesture of all time. She dragged her fingers across the helmet where her mouth was. She was smiling.

Now all the memories were coming back of how he had lost the rest of his team on Reach, and how he lost so many before that.

Once the Marine was secure in the back, John cautiously made his way toward the light bridge. He didn't know if it was solid, but figured that it was worth a try. The Warthog lurched forward with a sudden burst of speed, and they flew across the bridge smoothly. It was all he could do to not hold his breath.

When they reached the other side, the battle for Halo began…

Kylie awoke ever so slowly from her wonderful state of unconsciousness. Her vision cleared gradually, revealing a red-clad Elite sitting in front of her.

"What the hell?!?" She jumped and almost lost her grip. She knew she couldn't even fight off a grunt in her position, but she also wondered why he wasn't attacking her. "Why aren't you trying to kill me? Is it because you enjoy seeing your mortal enemy swinging from a ledge while holding on for dear life?"

"No, Human. I did not want to pull you up here when you were… asleep."

She was stunned. This Elite knew English? Well, he seemed not to know the larger words, but they could work around that.

"Help me up?"

"Yes. Is that so hard for you to grasp?"He stood up and walked to her, grabbing her arm once he was close enough.

She tensed, thinking that this could just be a trap. Why would he trick me? He could leave me here to die or easily push me over the edge. Still, she was wary of anything he tried to do.

One of her legs didn't seem to be as injured as any other part of her body, so she tried to push off the flat, polished surface to help. Then she hooked her leg over the edge and pulled upwards with the rest of her energy. Once on solid ground, Kylie rested a bit.

"Thank… you", she said breathlessly.

Taken by surprise, the Elite just stood there. He had never been shown gratitude by a human. Or anyone, for that matter. Even before he was forced down in the ranks for several crimes he had not committed, none of his men had thanked him for saving their sorry asses.

"You… are welcome, Human." Why was he doing this? Showing mercy to the enemy. Then he glanced down at the armor she was wearing. "Dear Prophets… it's the Demon."

"Excuse me?"

"You… you slaughtered several of my brethren without so much as a flesh wound!"

"Nope, sorry. Wrong Spartan. You must be talking about the Chief."

"WHAT? You are telling me that there is more than one?" He was stunned. Never in his whole life had he thought of the possibility that the Humans may have more than one. "Explain to me, now, Human."

"Well… I would really appreciate if you would stop calling me 'Human'. I do have a name, you know."

"Will it get you to tell me what I want to know?"

She nodded. "My rank is Spartan 024. You may call me Kylie. And what may I call you?"

He blanked out. Or as some humans would say, he had a brainfart. When he was higher in rank, they called him what he was. Now it was 'You' or 'Traitorous Scumbag', but he had never had a real name.

"I have no name."

She sat there against the wall, befuddled. No name? Cruel much.

"Well, how about a name I have always admired? Leo. It's my birth sign, and means lion. In most cultures, lions are a sign of strength and pride. What do ya' say?"

"Leo? Hmm… I- It would be a honor to bear a name with so much respect." Fool! Remember the questions! He shook his head. "Now will you tell me what I wish to learn?" Leo looked down at the Kylie. She was sitting against the wall, eyes closed, and breathing slowly. Now he remembered why he sat there in the first place.

Her face, even through the matted blood, radiated beauty. He could only imagine what she looked like clean. Her brown hair wasn't long, but wasn't as short as you would expect. It was bobbed and held back in a low ponytail that had come undone. The pale, ivory skin was flawless, unless you counted the cuts she had gotten from her previous run-in with an Elite. Not what you would expect a terrorizing warrior to look like.

Leo sighed. There was something about her, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. I should stand watch. With that, he grabbed his Plasma Rifle, and stationed himself near the doorway.

Yay! Chappie done! Probably stinks so bad that you'll never want to read it again, but I can't say I blame you. I accept suggestions and constructive criticism! Just don't cuss me out. Please? Mwhahaha! Next one should be up when I get 15 reviews for this chapter!