Zoey felt groggy as her eyes opened

Hey to all reviewers. (coughHINTcough) I hope you all don't hate me. Yes these are english names. because I can't call people Pudding or Pie or Lettuce or Mint. Sorry but I gag that or I laugh. Yes Tarb backwards is brat yes Dren backwards is nerd... wait sorry was I meant to care? anyway I don't own anything here but the plot. Just cause I'm that special and all thanks to S3v3rusIsmin3 for putting up with stupid questions, worse spellling and even worse grammar

Zoey felt groggy as her eyes opened. She sat up slowly, feeling her head spin slightly. Dren was sitting cross-legged next to her and as soon as he realized she was awake, he sighed in relief.

"How do you feel?"

Zoey shook her head and moved away fearfully. "Why am I here? I just want to go home…please."

Dren's face dropped as he glanced around sadly. "I can't. If I were to take you away Sardon would just go collect you again. The force of transporting twice would send your stomach into revolt. You'd vomit yourself to death."

Zoey's eyes grew wide in fear. "Why am I here?"

Dren lent back. His eyes focused on her as he pulled out one of his weapons. Zoey watched the triple bladed dagger fearfully and she remembered the dangerous powers the device had.

"Sardon seems to think you'd be an excellent test subject."

Zoey's eyes opened wider as mental images of her being strung up by wires crossed her mind.

Dren smiled comfortingly at her. "Our methods are a bit more advanced than that kitty-cat."

Zoey frowned. "Did you just see what was in my mind?"

Dren nodded calmly and Zoey freaked, leaping back and nearly off the block of land only to have Dren behind her, wrapping his arms around her and hovering above the giant drop. Whimpering, she clung desperately to him. Carefully, he put her back on the block which she realized was not all that large having only a small amount of space, most of which was taken up by her single bed blanket.

She groaned as Sardon appeared and she felt an all too familiar cramp in her stomach.

"Dren? I need to do some more tests. I found out something strange."

Dren frowned and glared at the older cyniclon Zoey tensed and sat on the ground.

"What sort of tests?" She snapped. She was screwed. Every creature here was a damn male except for her and it just had to happen now. Sardon looked at her in surprise.

"Skin samples, everything." He frowned when Zoey nearly doubled over in pain. "Are you okay?"

Zoey's lips twisted into a sarcastic grin that looked like a painful experience. "With all due respect, my self esteem is just about to crash." Dren frowned and landed on the ground next to her.

"Why?" he was confused. Why would she crash being here?

Zoey sighed and decided there was only one thing to do. "I have my period."

'Magic words.' Mused Zoey sometime later. She was sitting in a rather comfortable bed with a hot water bottle and a bar of chocolate that she was damn sure Dren stole from a shop. Her hair was wet from the shower that she'd had in a strange room with Dren just outside the door asking her constantly if she was okay. She sighed, sinking into the fluffy pillows.

"So who's room am I in?"

Dren sat at the foot of the bed, reading a book she couldn't decipher. He looked up at her.

"Mine."

She blushed, feeling the silky sheets against her skin and knowing that with her luck she'd fall asleep and leave a red stain on them.

"Oh. What are you reading?" She was getting bored but there wasn't a hell of a lot she could do.

Dren looked up at her. "A story. Why?"

Zoey shifted slightly and curled up in a ball feeling her ears come out in response to the sharp stab of pain. "I'm bored and I hurt. Forgive me for being rude." She closed her eyes tightly and gasped in surprise when Dren's warm hand pressed against her stomach sending waves of comfort and heat through her body.

"Thank you." She whispered as she fell asleep. She didn't even wake up when Dren lay down next to her and drifted off as well.

Sardon stood at the door, watching silently as the half cat girl curled up against Dren. The two looked small when surrounded by the fluffy blankets and pillows that covered the bed. Tarb hovered next to him, eyes full of confusion.

"What are they doing?"

Sardon glanced at the younger boy and sighed. "Sleeping."

He left it at that and turning, they both walked away. Sardon was silent as he thought about what he had discovered. He glanced once more back at the girl. Her cat ears twitched every now and then as Dren's hand sent a warm pulse into her stomach to numb the pain.

Zoey's eyes opened slowly as she buried her body into the warmth that pressed against her back. She was incased in silk and was content with the warmth she drew from the heater behind her. Rolling over, her face buried into a warm, breathing chest. Zoey's widened as she leapt back in shock and looked around. Memories of falling asleep in Dren's arms came back to her as she looked at the sleeping alien. His hair fell around his eyes, still bound by golden hair ties. She moved slightly closer to him, stroking the side of his face as she studied his sleeping form.

His face was angled and his chin slightly pointed, framed by waves of green hair. Curious, she reached out and traced his face with her fingers. The skin was soft and silky, blemish free as she stroked his cheek. His nose was pointed and slightly up turned with larger nostrils that she suspected were very good at smelling. Last of all she looked at his lips. They where soft. She already knew that from past kisses but she'd never had the chance to really look at him and see what he looked like. A faint dot was next to his right eye as she lent closer, inhaling the soft scent of forest that seemed to always hover around him. Smiling softly, she lent forward and kissed his lips. As she stood to go to the bath room she didn't see Dren's smirk or the way he watched her through half hooded eyes.

Sardon entered the room just as Zoey left to see Dren sitting on the bed staring at the door, lost in thought.

"Hello Dren."

Dren nodded in greeting before turning to dress.

"Dren, I need to get more samples from this girl. I'm curious."

Dren nodded as he listened to the water run, an evil smirk forming on his lips. Sardon saw it

"Dren." The warning died on his lips as the alien vanished from the room. He sighed knowing full well where the headstrong, but kind hearted boy would be.