Author's Note: Hey, guys! Don't worry this time in this chapter it will be Scara then... I will switch to someone else. Oh, and I forgot to put in a part in the last chapter. So plz don't be too confused, I think I just might put it where only the character I switch to remembers and not the other. I'll blame it on medication or something. Please review!

Chapter#2: Pain of Being Forgotten: Part 2

...Previously...

"Alright Kieth you win, go ahead and take her to the nurse."

Kieth nodded and picked me up bridal style I got MANY jealous looks from the girls and Keith got just as many or more than me from the guys. That's when a thought occurred to me... I DIDN'T HAVE MY SHIRT ON! My eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment, my cheeks flushing red.

The General returned the nod and turned shouting "next!"

As I watched I felt my anger go past the normal level of calm into a fit of rage. Something that I usually tried to keep under wraps but not this time. My temper flared as I looked at him.

'Disgusting BASTARD!'

Letting my anger get the best of me I growled low and dangerous while staring the General straight in the eyes. While I did so I felt Keith flinch even though he tried to hid it. Immediately I stopped I couldn't bear the pain if he feard me. Mainly because he had no need to I wasn't there to frighten anyone I am here to get back home nothing else. Speaking of doing things I still have no basic idea of what was going on. I only remembered the simulator crash Rachel attacking me and then passing out everything from up til' this point I knew about.

BUT I couldn't believe it I was being CARRIED away. From the battlefield and without MY SHIRT ON! Not only that but I had been HUMILIATED in front of the other space Cadets screw F**KING EVERYONE! I was going to go crazy if I wasn't put down soon AND given the chance to fix my shirt!

...Presently...

Keith was carrying me to the infirmary the hallway was pretty much silent. Neither of us saying a word to the other. I just stared at him really, to say I was shocked was an understatement. I could tell that my stare was REALLY starting to unnerve him. His right eye would flinch every so often.

I turned away before things became awkward even though it had already happened. My skin and body was in intense pain and normally if I wasn't in this much pain. I would be complaining to be let down followed by some squirming and a threat. The sad part was he knew it, at least it looked like it with the way he is holding me, that is. I looked down at my body and spotted many forming bruises along with the already existing ones. My many scares were coming to the light of day and out in the open like this, I couldn't say I was surprised. I sighed mentally I had tried to hide my many, MANY scares from everyone but like this, it was clear that I had been in another form of battle before. And when I thought about it that was probably what everyone was looking at.

That's when I realized how much damage had been done to my body. I looked back up at Keith, he had been kind enough to stand up for me... I returned my gaze away from him and looked at the ground in shame. '(sigh) I should probably say thank you...it would be the least I could do...' I reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes before they could fall. 'DAMN TEARS!'

"Thanks." I croaked but still managing a low whisper. I couldn't remember why my throat was so sour then it hit me, the choking and inhaling the smoke. I coughed a little before squirming a little a bit this was just too soft for my taste. My... voice wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be. Oh, well at least someone saw the softer more appreciated side of me. It couldn't hurt to show some human emotions even though it covered me with a weakness that made me look weak.

He stopped and looked down at me.

"W-what did you say?"

His voice sounded shocked and another human emotion I couldn't name. I could tell that he not prepared for such a statement. I blinked, I didn't answer him, I didn't want to.

He stumbled on when I didn't answer, honestly it was pretty cute. Although I wouldn't say that to his face nor will those words slip from my tongue " I-I know you said something just tell me no one will judge you, I won't judge you..."

I thought about it and tried to think of a way to repeat myself without sounding like a stuck-up bastard who couldn't even say a simple thank you. At least that's what people said anyway. My normal response would be, " Hmfp (cross arms over chest) maybe you should f**k off!"

But this wasn't a normal day for me and I then wanted to make at least one friend and not be making a "crush" or fangirl type person, I've had enough of those. Jake had a crush on me and everyone knew it, I knew it. But I stayed in character as a great best friend and pretended to not notice. Also, that would make an for an awkward encounter and I try to avoid those. Rachel had a crush on Lance and then the next day it would be Keith then Lance again.

I asked her about it one time and she said, "Hey I don't care which one I get both are HOT, good-looking, and smart. (ME: Gaging noises in the background.) It just depends on which one askes me to marry them first. (ME: My face slake and pale, jaw hanging WIDE open, eyes wide. Deer in the headlights).

(JAKE:) [Poke, poke] I think you broke her...

(Rachel:) NO! I didn't do a thing

(JAKE:) [Raise an eye brow]...bull.

(Rachel:) she just doesn't know how to handle love and romance!"

(ME:) ...? (Walk away)

(Rachel:) NO! Scara I didn't mean it that way! Your family loved you trust me they did! Oh, please don't walk away! I'm SORRY!

He voice echoed in my head. I sighed a finger to my chin where did those days go? The days we were just friends, not someone with a romantic interest in me and not someone who wanted nothing to do with me other than trying to how to do I put it... KILL ME! Then there was me too afraid to open up, and still in pain. At least that didn't change.

I turned my eyes to look up at Keith's, tears threatening to fall. The only thing that could make this perfect emotional picture better would be a teary honest to goodness thank you from the heart. I didn't do a lot of those anyway. Maybe I should start that up again... I turned and locked eyes with him and crooked out, "I had said...( 'deep breath for dramatics and...') thank you..." I turned my head to the side and coughed the tears escaping my eyes. I shamefully tried to wipe them away furiously. Of course, with no success DAMN IT!

POV Change: Keith

The day had started weird last night I had heard about this girl who got attacked by her own team member. They had crashed in the simulation and the pilot, the one who was attacked. And also the girl who crashed the damn thing in the first place! Oh, and Jasmine, my own commutation officer, had told me that they had the third best pilot flying the thing. Turns out that she got stuck in her head of a past trauma. I sighed, frustrated.

So here I am carrying boxes of chocolate, a GIANT thing of flowers, with a white teddy bear with a black nose and a red heart on its belly, Oh, and a great better soon card. If my officers didn't think that I didn't care about the other pilots I wouldn't be doing this. I have other things to do and most importantly I have to train on the simulator still. But many people here think I don't care but I hope to change that soon.

"HEY! Watch it!"

I turned the corner nearly crashing into...? Whats his name again? I forgot but he considers himself to be my rival.

"Oh, just great! You got flower juice all over my jacket!"

'...flower juice?'

"..."

"Are you not even going to say sorry?" The boy asked impatiently. I rolled my eyes and tried to move around him, he stepped in my way. I tried the other way but he blocked that too. I sighed impatiently.

He smiled and leaned against the wall, "You know I can do this all day." His smile widened and I just knew he was going to brag about himself as if he was some big hotshot. Oh, boy, that didn't sound fun thank GOODNESS he couldn't see my face through these flowers. Now THAT would be worse.

"I AM the best pilot around you know." He turned his head up to the ceiling and closed his eyes as if he was excepting to be praised. I sighed and rolled my eyes again.

"What? Don't believe me?"

I coughed and cleared my throat impatiently I nudged my head to the side. Trying to get him to understand that I either couldn't speak or preferably for him to get out of my way. Then his name popped into my head. Lance, he's the second best pilot around here he's one level below me but he isn't a fighter pilot through which means nothing to me. His a cargo polite and if he ever saw me holding well, ALL of THIS then I'll never hear the end of it.

Lance looked me up then down and asked, "Who are you anyway?"

Well, shit this is not good.

He took a step closer; I took a step back, "Wait a minute are you-" He was interrupted by a group of cadets who loudly shouted out things like, "OH, LANCE YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" or "LANCE WE LOVE YOU!"

I sighed gratefully as they carried him away, it was his fan group. Turns out in this case anyway fans can be VERY useful.

I smiled as I watched Lance get carried off before returning to the main point at hand. Walking to the infirmary I was nearly there I rushed just one more step and-

"KEEEEEEIIITTTTHHHH!" Yelled out a young and immature voice. I sighed 'Oh, just great, peachy.'

Slowly I turned around and watched Rachel, a communications officer. I believe she was the one who attacked her Pilote, of course, it could be a different Rachel but I doubt it. She was just coming out of the General's office and she was banged up pretty good. She had bandages running up her arms and she didn't bother trying to hide them. And her nose had a white strip running across it and to finish the look she had an ankle brace on her right foot AND a neck brace. Man, it must have been some fight either that when she got tasered she just fell the wrong way. Yeah, probably that, I hope that is it otherwise I might be going into the lion's den.

I had to admit she is pretty good looking when it comes to looks. She had long light brown hair that was placed in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep dark blue it looked like she had a some gray speckled in there somewhere. And she was filled out in the proper places. I had to admit I wouldn't mind if she was around but that would only happen if she ALWAYS and I mean always kept her mouth shut. She had the looks but not the brain it always confuses me on how she got here but here she was. She would be right next to me flirting and brushing her shoulder against mine and I'm not used to such straightforward treatment from girls. I'm used to the shy smiles and the soft giggles, the bright eyes winking at me; their soft dreamy look they would give me when they would think I'm not looking. So to say I was always a little shocked or afraid when Rachel would come around. Was something that should not be surprising. She honestly scares me off.

But she says some of the strangest things that even I don't understand. But I know she has some sort of brain in there somewhere. And I know its main priority ME or BOYS that look good. Who knows what goes through this lady's head anymore.

Rachel comes hoping to me and blinks her eyes at me in a seductive way. Before saying, "You know if you wanted to visit me then you should have come to my room."

She pushes out her exposed chest a little more and my eyes can't help but follow. She smiles and asks me, "Is all of that for me?" her voice sounds sweet, like honey, but I can't stand it it's like the normally sweet-scented honey had gone bad or something.

I cough and bring my eyes to her face; she bites her bottom lip again bringing my attention somewhere else. She takes a step I shake my head and try to look her in her eyes but its nearly impossible. The reason why I wish I wasn't cornered she usually has this effect on everyone. But when she focuses all of her attention on me its hard to keep my head straight. I try looking around for help but the flowers block most of my vision and no one is in the hall either.

I'm trapped.

She takes another step closer to me, her breasts get close enough to touch my chest. I take a deep breath. She leans up with her good foot and whispers in my ear. "You know you can just visit me in my room although it was sweet of you to come check up on me. If you want you can meet me in an hour or two I am, after all, off duty..."

I blink and I hold a breath, "You know I did bring you something."

She takes a step back looking taking aback her eyes widened in shock. "You did?"

I nod, my head quickly my mind racing. What do I give a girl like her?

Rachel smiles brightly at me, "What did you get me?"

"W-well..."

I move my hands around the giant vase of flowers and hand her the teddy bear with five boxes of chocolate. Leaving me with the flowers, and the get better soon card.

Her smile somehow gets bigger when I hand her everything she holds onto the bear more than anything. I sigh, grateful to have avoided what I'm sure to be was to be an awkward encounter. She squeals loudly and pounces on me her arms wrapping around my neck nearly choking me. As she screamed, "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I knew you cared about me!"

I hold tightly onto the vase in hope of not dropping it. That's when I heard a door open it was right behind me. We both turned to look and when I saw who it was I sucked in a breathe.

It was Scara.

Someone everyone knew to avoid and apparently she was the one I came to visit. Her Hair was all in her face nearly covering it and her body was barely covered she was wrapped in bandages from head to toe and she had a white bed sheet that was barely hanging on her torso. Her sharp light blue eyes caught our little encounter within seconds and all I could do was blush, embarrassed. Embarrassed to have been caught in such an intimate look. Even though it was pretty clear on her face that she could care less.

Disgust was just radiating off of her and I knew that Rachel and Scara had a history, before the fight I mean. And that I was in A LOT of trouble. Beside me, I felt Rachel react she grow cold trying to match her enemy's gaze. But it was in vain Scara's eyes was cold, sharp, and precise. And the longer Scara stared at her the more I could feel Rachel back down. No wonder people told me to stay away if looks could kill I'm sure I would be swinging up on the ceiling right now. Of course, her gaze didn't even land on me just Rachel. I looked down at her and back to Scara, I knew this was going to be bad.

They just stared at each other not moving I just stared at the girl in front of me. She, at that moment, had no idea that she is in a sense, my hero. Of course, from being warned from many different people to stay away from her I had never really seen her before. So naturally, I took the time to look at her she had long light brown hair with blond highlights in her hair. Starting from the split down her hair and it ran down her hair in chunks. It looked extremely natural; her eyes were sharp and cold matching her light blue colored eyes. Her lips were thin but even they looked smooth but I could tell from here that she enjoyed biting them often. Her nicely tan skin was covered in sweat and with closer examination, she was panting quietly like she couldn't breathe and her eyes had the look that she was drugged. With pain pills or what I don't know but she looked doozy. And when I allowed my eyes to look down, her body was only covered with bandages and a sheet that barely hung to her waist. And just like Rachel she was fulled out in the proper places but from the looks of things. Scara was more active when it came to bodybuilding and more attractive. Then Rachel and it looked like that she had more of a brain. Yeah, I guess her attitude is bad but she can't be that bad right? I looked closer I gasped the part of her body that was exposed was overlayed with scares.

Ugly scares.

Short, long, extensive, ugly, nasty, any term you could think to use to describe them it was that.

However, Rachel didn't seem to notice them like she had seen them before. She just looked at her straight in the eyes for a while before she looked away. And honestly, I didn't know if I could have handled Scara's look either it was pretty scary after a while. But being that they were teammates I guessed that Rachel was used to it. I guess not.

"Look Scara-" Rachel started her voice sounded strained and weak the cold attitude she had put on just moments ago was wearing off. Proving that Rachel really didn't have it in her to be a cold person. Scara on the other hand...

"Rachel if you intend on challenging me I'd advice against it. I may look like a mummy but that does not mean anything. To me that is...Oh, and maybe you should let go of your 'prize' he looks ready to run." I was shocked Scara's voice sounded different then I had imagined. It was colder then I thought it would be and that small cold smirk that played across her lips was just screaming at me. And she didn't even look at me at least that's what I thought. But she was smiling like she knew Rachel wasn't going to do anything.

However, it didn't go that way.

Rachel huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "And what are you jealous? jealous that Keith likes me more than you? And what are you? A whore? Because you sure look like one."

I flinched even I would take offense to that if I was a girl but I'm not...So I'm good.

I looked back up to Scara and saw that she didn't even react she just put more of her weight against the wall or door depending at which angle you looked at her with. And her smile looked clean and cut like... she was playing her. And Rachel was just falling into her trap.

"Ok, Rachel lets say I am jealous of you. You and your reputation, your looks, and your friends and family. But consider one thing I'm VERY happy being me and if you hadn't noticed already but you let go of your dolly."

Rachels's eyes widen at Scara's response and all I can feel is embarrassment and anger for being called a "dolly."

I go to open my mouth to retort but Rachel pushes a flower into it. I gag on it in spite of myself. My gagging somehow gets Scara's attention and when her eyes land on me I'm frozen. When she looked at me her look was suddenly gentle and caring. Calm almost but that could have been my eyes playing a trick on me. I am only human and humans aren't perfect. But no the look remained on her face and when she looked at me I could see shock, gentle caring, and a stone cold calmness. And it all lay hidden behind her eyes. I couldn't help but reconsider my opinion of her.

Rachel was buzzy on a ranting spree when Scara opened her mouth. She blinked and looked down her eyes closed, "Be silent Rachel, you nearly killed your beloved with a simple flower that is currently choking on the least you can do remove it."

Rachel turned and looked at me somehow trusting Scara's word with her life and within seconds Rachel had to remove the flower. Apologizing a thousand times over while doing so. ANd just then the nurses and security came rushing out of the infirmary. And when Scara looked up at them you could tell that she wished that she had left sooner. SHe was no condition to run anywhere and within just a few moments the security was dragging her back inside. Ans when she made a struggle they without hesitation shoved a needle up her skin. Before successfully bringing her back inside with the nurses.

Rachel gasped at the force they used against her commander and we both watching helplessly. As she was laying in the bed nurses pumping all sorts of drugs into her system. Rachel and I followed them all in and just watched. I rushed over and placed the flowers next to her bedside with the card. Before proceeding back to Rachel.

"W-what are they doing to her!?"

I turned and looked at her shocked that she would care. She, after all, did try to KILL her last night.

But she just looked at me straight in the eyes before she hugged my waist tears falling from her eyes.

I could feel my eyes widen in response to her actions. Normally I would have no idea how to function at this point in time but I guess Lance does her his uses.

I look down at her and skillfully wrap my arms around her before pushing her behind me as I took several steps back. And when I stopped moving Rachel's back was up to the back wall. That's when it all happened, twenty to maybe thirty minutes later the General came in. And he talked to the doctors asking if she could be moved. The Doctor looked up from his check board his mouth hanging open.

"Are you kidding me!? That's out of the question! Completely absurd! I will not let you have my patient, in fact, I STRONGLY suggest that she shouldn't be moved an INCH, anywhere!"

The General nodded to his men behind him and watched them take Scara from the bed; before looking back at the appalled, and very disgusted Doctor.

"Your suggestion is noted."

"SUGGESTION?! General does not joke around my statement is more than just a suggestion! Its critical to her survival, if you remove her from the infirmary then she has a significantly high chance of getting a stroke and possibly even death! What we do here today has an influential impact on her heath from this moment forward!"

I looked from the Doctor to the General and then back again. He wasn't going to listen to him. What did they find in her blood? Is she carrying some disease or something?

As I took in the situation at hand I felt a weak tung on my sleeve. I looked over my shoulder and looked at Rachel she had tears in her eyes and she looked terrified almost more so than the Doctor.

"K-Kieth...P-please..." Her voice was barely above a whisper and it sounded like she might break out into sobs. But the sadness and pain her voice held were nearly heartbreaking. "Can you just do me a favor and please help me, friend...?"

I nodded and took a step forward up until this point the General and Doctor hadn't even realized we were here. "Sir! I believe you should listen to the Doc. Scara doesn't look well enough to be moved in fact I think if you-"

"STOW IT CADET! You're STICKING YOUR NOSE WHERE IT SHOULD BE NOW IF YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND DON'T LEAVE ME TO MY BUSINESS THEN I HAVE NO CHOOSE BUT TO COURT MARCHEL YOU! NOW LEAVE!"

We had no choice but to obey his orders and rise court marshal. But I couldn't understand why he would go against all recommendations. But Rachel and I followed the General and his men to the simulation room and Rachel gasped. And I just stared wide-eyed all of the other Cadets were there waiting and Jake ran over to use when he saw us.

"Rachel! They're going to-"

"Yeah, yeah we got the drift but what about Scara? She could barely stand without support a minute ago." I was shocked Rachel's tone and facial expression changed from whatever it was before to Serious, commanding, and concern for their friend.

Oh, and let me tell ya it didn't stop there.

Authors Note: Hey guys! I have cut the chapter 2 part 2 in half because it's so big so I don't know how to label it. But I decided that it would be best to stop here because I don't know it just felt right. But please review and I hope you enjoyed the story!