11. You will never look at me

There wasn't much to do on a long shuttle ride. It was well past midnight and if her mind would let her she would be asleep by now. They were traveling back to the Diplo after a trip to Vanguard III. Fayt and Cliff took the helm. She was seated on the right side of the ship. Albel was seated to her left and currently the cause of her insomnia.

Sophia leaned her head against the window. In the dim light of the cabin she could easily see outside into the endless sea of stars. She could remember looking up at the stars from earth and never quite thinking much of them or the people who lived beyond her own star system.

How quickly things change. Now she was caught up in this fight against the creator. She was one of three children genetically altered and chosen to save the world. All that at only seventeen, it was quite a lot to bear. Not even her feelings were the same now.

She had once thought that she and Fayt would make a good couple. They had grown up together and it would have been a safe and easy relationship to get into. Now she wasn't quite sure what she wanted. Lately her thoughts would wander and she'd find herself thinking more and more about Albel.

Whatever it was she was feeling for Albel was so different than anything she had felt before in her young life. The whole situation was impossible she knew that. How she even had these feeling she didn't know, she hardly knew Albel. Besides he really didn't want anything to do with her.

He was so elusive and standoffish. Maybe that was why she wanted to get to know him so badly, he was a mystery to her. Her way of looking at things was always on the bright side. She was genuinely good natured and interested in everyone around her. Albel seemed to be the opposite of this and she had never before met anyone who seemed so…lonely. It was self-imposed loneliness of course but still sad none-the less.

She had spent quite some time wondering what she could possibly do to get his attention. She had no idea what a man like him would find interesting. She had come to a conclusion a few nights ago that if he had a type she was probably far from it.

She could never be what he wanted or maybe what he needed her to be. He needed someone strong, someone who would not crumble under the weight of his character. Someone who would take the emotion and verbal beating he was sure to give and come back for more. Someone who could continue to give even when nothing was given back in return.

She truly didn't think she could be that person. She wanted to be loved and cared for, she wanted a prince to come and rescue her. She had never seen Albel show compassion for anyone. His attitude towards her was the same as towards the rest of the group. She was weak in his eyes, someone who was a burden to him and held him back.

Still there was something about him, something that made her want to get closer to him. She wanted to let him know that he didn't need to be alone and could trust and rely on another person. However he really showed no interest in her. She had tried to talk to him on occasion but she never got far. He wasn't one to talk and she hated awkward silences.

She did know one thing, that if anything was to happen between them she would have to get his attention first. She could try being coy or seductive or whatever it was a woman tried to be when she was attracting a man but that just wasn't her. She could be friendly, sweet, and polite but when it came to love and relationships she was really quite shy.

She sighed and looked over at him. He had been looking in her direction but quickly turned his head. She sighed again, deeper this time, got up from her seat and walked away. How was she ever going to get him to notice her if he wouldn't even look at her?

A/N

I wanted to end the story with the line. 'She never did she him turn around and watch as she walked out of the room.' But I thought it was best to leave things off with Sophia's thoughts.