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I could hear voices.

"Sir, her vitals just picked up! But that's… impossible! She was completely well... De-"

I could only hear bits and pieces, but the world around be was becoming clearer by each passing moment. I could smell sweat, somewhat fresh air, and a lit cigar. I wanted to crinkle my nose in disgust but found that I didn't have the strength. So I settled with just breathing and trying to listen.

"She's breathing! Good Lord, she's actually coming back to life!" "Corporal, at ease! Don't want your voice to scare her back to heaven or hell do we?"

That voice. It sounds familiar. Wait. Are they talking about me?

"Sir, the gel layer could have taken most of the impact…" What? Hey… This sounds freakishly familiar- Oh hey! I can feel my toes! I didn't even notice they were missing. Hah!

"… Heavy lift gear. We aren't leaving him here." "You're right. You're not." I feel my mind explode at the sound of that voice.

No fucking way!

I hear one of the men laugh. "Crazy fool. Why do you always jump? Someday you're going to land on something as stubborn as you are. And I don't do bits and pieces."

No fucking way!

There is a silence that follows some movement or other.

"Where is she chief? Where is Cortana?"

"She stayed behind."

My eyes fly open and I gasp for air, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. As it clears I see a sight I thought was only fictional.

It was the friggen Master Chief!

I just stare at the enormous figure clad in green armor. Everyone else stares at me while I stare at him. He stares back. After what feels like an eternity I laugh, startling half the people in the clearing.

"You blinked!" I shout merrily and continue giggling.

I can see three people sweat drop and two others face palm. The rest seem either shocked or curious as to how I knew he blinked. Avery Johnson tilts his head. "And how do you know that little angel?"

I grin wolfishly. "Just cause I'm that baddass. Hey, can I have a piggy back ride?" The only Spartan in the area seems taken aback. Johnson just laughs and shakes his head.

"You're probably the first person to ask him that, sure! Why the hell not!" John looked at him like he went insane. "But why, your wings broken?"

I tilt my head this time. "Wings…?" I look behind me and squeal. I had mother fucking wings! They were white with golden tipped feathers at the ends, and did look a little scuffed up. I tried lifting them up and found that they were actually really light. What sucked was that when I tried moving the what-would-be elbow of the wings I would hear a click and a jolt of pain would shoot down.

I grimaced. "Yeah… I don't think I'll be flying any time soon."

Johnson gave a shit-eating and patted the Chief's chest plate. "Well good luck with that!" With that he began shouting orders at the men while the Spartan and I just stared. "So…" I began, only to be cut off with a sharp "No." I huffed and crossed my arms. "Fine then, buttface." He halted in his steps and turned his visor towards me. Being the strange person I was, I stuck my tongue out, smiling a little to soften the jab. I heard a twig snap and I swerved my head towards the direction of the sound. I could see a strange distortion moving along and it clicked.

'The Arbiter's here too." I realized.

Apparently the Chief saw it too because he was about to swipe one of the pistols a privet had when I shouted "No Chief! Bad!" He faltered in his steps but was about to continue anyways. "He is with the humans! Chill and wait a moment bro!" He halted entirely but still held the pistol in his hand. (He had swiped it. :c)

The Arbiter magically materialized and I found myself gawking at the size of the Sangheili. He was even bigger than the Chief! The alien seemed to frown with his epic mandibles. "Worry so easily." With that he turned (with utmost grace! Shut up!) and walked away.

I lifted my wings up (how the hell did they even get there?) a bit so they didn't drag against the jungle floor and rushed over and stepped in front of the Sangheili.

"He has good reason. For a very long time your kind have killed his friends and closest thing he has to family. He is a warrior. Born and bred for war. Not his fault." I stated, much to the two baddasses surprise. I smiled softly and continued. "It will take him a while to relax to any amount around you, but don't take it personally. Mmkay? Things will turn out fine in the end. I promise."

With that I tilted my head. "Could one of you guys give me a piggy back ride? I'm afraid I would most definitely slow you guys down more if I were to walk. Wings aren't so good." I gestured to my back.

The Arbiter blinked. "How do you know all this?"

I smiled innocently. "Let's just say I'm a guardian angel. Or a creepy stalker person. I like the latter best." I swear that the Chief sweat dropped. The Elite in front of me seemed to be contemplating something and kneeled down, although he still towered over my 4"9 (and a fourth of an inch!) frame. "You needed to be carried, correct?" I nodded. He wordlessly reached over and picked me up with surprising gentleness and ease and placed me carefully on his shoulders.

I smiled. "Red and I were right, you really are a nice guy!" He glanced over his shoulder at me curiously. "Red? Isn't that a color?" I laughed but got quieter as we proceeded through the jungle. "Yeah, but her name means red and her hair color is red too." A marine listening to our conversation piped in.

"But that's not possible! There are no more redheads. The gene was recessive and faded away over time. They lasted longer than what people thought they would but…" I shrugged. "Not where I come from. There are loads of gingers but none quite like her." I leaned back as far as I could to speak with the Chief. "You and her would be like peas in a pod!" The tall male lifted his head when he noticed I was talking to him. I could practically feel his frown from inside the helmet. "Really?" I shook my head and smiled some more. "Nah, she's too crazy. But hey, You are lucky to end up with me first. I'm the calmest of the group. HOLY SHIET IS THAT A RED SQUIRREL!?" I whisper yelled as an orange furry blur whizzed through the trees.

Chief face palmed while the Arbiter just seemed confused.

I sighed contentedly. This was the life. 'What?'

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