For readers of "Together As One", the time I spend writing between this one and "The Incredible Chase" will vary. Some times you'll see them both updated at the same time or 1-2 chapters of one and no chapters of the other. Hm, I promise I will have a chapter to TAO before I make another chapter for this story (AKA: TIC). Any-hoo, enjoy and thanks for the reviews.
"Whoa..." I could only whisper.
"Are they dead?" B.O.B. asked worriedly. Everyone was too overwhelmed to respond. "Guys?" Susan knelt down to get a closer look. "Susan?" B.O.B. asked again. "Are they dead?"
"I don't know, B.O.B." She replied shakily. She pulled out the bodies one-by-one gently and laid them on the ground carefully like they were made out of glass. By the shape, everyone could recognize they were human beings.
The first one was a tall, fair-skinned boy with messy jet black hair that draped over his ears. He looked about eleven; the age I was when I became invisible. The second human was an also fair-skinned young woman of average height; she had sandy blonde hair with four thick strands of electric blue hair. The third body belonged to a tan-skinned dwarf with long brunette hair; she kind of had that ageless look like she was not old and not young, and were those wings folded behind her back? And her ears were pointed. All three bodies had matching uniforms on. The suits were ripped and torn but very tight-fitting with Dr. Pepper red spirals and shapes coiling around the arms, legs, and chest. On the chest and back were what really looked like an alien's version of a skull and crossbones, and beneath each skull was a phrase in a galactic language.
"Susan," I spoke up finally. "This looks like the alien suit you wore when you all beat Gallaxhar."
"Yeah, it does." Link agreed.
"How bizarre." Doc said like he was off in another world. "These wings resemble those of a birdwing butterfly, but the colors are orange, yellow, and blue instead of green and black. And they have a swirl at each end."
"Guys, we can't leave them here or they'll die." Susan told us. I looked at that bit of snow not too far away from us; it was a definite truth that we monsters had to get these people out of here. She pulled out a giant-sized white aviator's scarf from her backpack, ripped about a third off at the end, and wrapped the boy and young woman with the larger piece. "I'm wrapping these two together 'cause I don't want to damage the dwarf's wings." She explained while wrapping the winged dwarf with the smaller piece. "I'll carry these two, and Link, you'll carry the dwarf and handle her with care." Susan stuck her fingers in her mouth to let out a shrill whistle to signal Insecto.
The giant butterfly landed in the many pebbles and roared at us in confusion.
"We'll tell you on the way." Link replied picking up the dwarf.
When we landed back at the base in Ushuaia, Monger was there to greet us. "Any luck, monsters?" He asked us.
"Don't ask." I replied looking back at the wrapped beings in Susan's hands as if saying "Behold! Our discovery!".
"Ginormica, what's that you're holdin'?" The gruff grandpa man inquired.
"Oh! We found these at the coastline in a ditch." The giantess explained. "Link's holding the other one." Link walked towards Monger and carefully removed the scarf from the dwarf's face. Monger crudely shook his head and pulled off the rest of the fleece material.
"General, what are you doing?" I gawked shaking a fist. "It's cold out there as it is!"
"'Could be some alien trap." He mumbled before looking up at us. "Take 'em inside. The crew'll know what to do."
Inside our room, we were all pretty snug and comfortable. Poor darling B.O.B. was very overwhelmed about finding three motionless bodies which exhausted him so he fell asleep on Susan's left hip. Link, not exactly the young bachelor he was once, crashed too and had his hands folded behind his head on Susan's other hip. The crew had taken care of the major stuff for our guests. The suits were taken to labs to research on or disposed of, and the three were each in a hospital gown and a pair of scrub pants laying down in a hospital bed of his/her own. Doc, who volunteered to help keep an eye on them, was over in the corner hooking them up to IV's and various monitors.
I was sitting next to B.O.B. and Susan and I were watching the good doctor study a packaged IV needle in his grasp with his large eyes. From my perspective from a far distance and sitting between my friends, it looked like Doc getting his gadgets together to stab someone. I walked over, careful to not wake up B.O.B., and planted myself on a doctor's stool, which was next to the blond's bedside. Doc, unnoticeably to me, walked back over graciously and sat down where he thought would be just a stool. Unfortunately, he sat on me.
"What in the-" He began, jumping up from the chair. "Jennifer! I'm handling a needle."
"Sorry, Bennett." I apologized smirking. "I just sat down, and when you came, I didn't know."
"Fine then. Since I can't really trust you on whether you'll move or not, I'm asking you to remain seated if you like but please move with the stool so I get kneel on the floor and get a good shot...And don't call me Bennett."
"'Kay. (Call me a liar, will ya?)" I replied monotone. "Can I watch?"
"Yes, you may, my dear."
"Doc, what's going on?" Susan asked getting up, carefully laying down B.O.B. and Link's heads.
"I'm hooking this one up to a water tank." Doc replied unwrapping his needle. "Alright, ladies, her goes number one."
"Over my dead body, quack." A cold feminine voice spoke.
Doc, Susan, and I looked at each other in confusion.
"Jennifer, did you say that?" He asked me.
"Got to blame everything on me, don't you?" I snapped sarcastically. "By the way, no I didn't."
"Hm, let's try that again." Doc and his pet needle got closer to the blond's left wrist.
Suddenly, the blond's hand snapped to life and grabbed Doc's wrist. I looked over at the blond's face; her gray eyes glared at her hand's captive wrist. Yes, it was a weak glare, but the miss meant business alright. She breathed hard while looking for the body the odd hand and wrist belonged to.
"Madam, stay where you are." Doc spoke calmly but confidently. He got up off the floor, so she could see him; the blond's face went from glare to one of slight fear. "Don't be afraid. I'm Dr. Cockroach, and this is Ginormica and Invisoline."
"We're trying to help you." Susan added. The blond shot glances at Doc and Susan. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell back into unconsciousness.
"Wow. Conscious enough to call names." I commented as Monger came in.
"Have they awaken yet?" He asked, his hands folded behind his back.
"No, just the blond." Susan replied.
"Yeah, she called Doc a quack." I cracked. "And then she went back to her sleep."
Monger didn't respond to my quirky fact. "Good." He said. "The boy and the young woman are fine, but the winged dwarf I hate to say is in a coma."
"Oh, no." Doc gasped.
"However, all three are dehydrated and very weak." Monger continued. "And they're going to need sometime to heal up; then they can go back to where they came from. I'll see y'all tomorrow. I may have some suggestions from our scientists. One, it could be a hoax. Two,..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "...they may not be human."