Wow, I'm on a roll here. Youkai is mad at me. He can be such a jerk sometimes. Anywho, enjoy the chappie!

Dark eyelashes fluttered open to reveal sleepy blue eyes.

Andy closed them again, to tired to awake fully. Then he felt something stir in his arms. Puzzled, he opened his eyes again to find the top of his sister's head. She was tucked securely in his arms, her breathing steady.

Why is Jess in my room? Andy had to think for a minute. Then it all came crashing down on him. The alien. The neon blood. The wound. He remembered every detail from last night full force. It was like being bitchslapped in the face. Ouch.

Andy carefully, as not to wake his sister, unwound his arms from around her and crawled out of bed. He threw on his glasses before heading to the bathroom.

He washed his face with cold water, fully waking him up. He ventured back to his room again to change. He had yet to do so since last night. Quietly, he threw on a clean pair of jeans and a normal white shirt. In light of the new events, he decided to call himself off work.

He dialed Diana's number and listened to her ringback play. After about ten seconds her voice came through the speaker, "Hey, hot stuff, what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Diana," Andy greeted. "I was wondering if I could take the day off. Jessica caught a cold last night and she isn't feeling any better today."

"Of course Boy Wonder." Andy smiled at his pet name. Diana liked to brag about how ingenious her best friend and coworker was. Not that he minded.

"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then." With that said he flipped his phone closed and stared at it for a while. Should he just take the entire week off? What if this thing ended up staying longer? He didn't like the idea of a humanoid twice the size of his blind sister staying in HER bedroom. Maybe the alien could stay on the couch? Andy scoffed at the idea. Right, because he totally wanted that thing watching him every time he went to another room in the apartment. Sounds good. Yeah, how about NOT.

Andy snapped his head up as he heard a door creak open. There was only one door in their place that creaked like that. Any guesses on which one? Yep, that's right. His sister's room.

Andy slowly walked toward the small hallway. When he reached it he saw his sister's door open. Andy's door was open also. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck as he crept forward.

Finally, he reached Jessica's room and peered inside. Jessica was standing at the side of the bed and she was talking to the alien. The creature would answer her with curious clicks and head tilts.

"So," he heard Jessica say, "what's your name?"

The creature rumbled in curiosity. Like he knew what she was saying, Andy rolled his eyes. Imagine his surprise when a deep, rich (not to mention sexy) voice answered, "Sain'ja."

Jessica smiled and asked, "What does that mean?"

Again, the voice answered, "In my language it means warrior."

"Cool!" Jessica seemed ecstatic. Andy couldn't figure out why. Sure, it was pretty cool that a creature of another species was communicating with them in PERFECT ENGLISH. But still, that would lead to curiosity not happiness.

Jessica continued, "what do you eat?"

Sain'ja seemed to hesitate, as though he didn't know what to say. Then he replied, "Meat."

Tsk, tsk. He should learn to be more specific when talking to Jessica for she rolled her gray eyes and said, "Okay, what KIND of meat?"

Andy to the rescue. "I don't think it really matters, Jess."

Both heads turned to, well in Sain'ja's case, look at him as he entered the room. Jessica huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "It DOES matter. What if he prefers human meat?"

Andy blinked at her. Then at Sain'ja as though asking if that was true. The alien just shook his head and growled in, what seemed to be, laughter. Jessica caught on to the fact that he was indeed laughing at her and smacked his arm. "Ok," she growled, "so you obviously don't eat humans. Now quit laughing at me!"

Andy couldn't help a small chuckle of his own as he watched how fondly Jessica acted around the creature. Then, realizing that Sain'ja and Jessica were facing him, blushed and looked down.

Jessica smiled softly at her older brother. "Hey, Andy," he looked up from the floor to meet her gaze, well, sort of. "why don't you go get Sain'ja something to eat."

Andy nodded, happy to get away from the alien's watchful eyes, and headed into the kitchen. Once he left, Jessica kept facing the spot her brother was just standing in seconds ago and said, "It's been a while since he's laughed."

Sain'ja looked at her as she faced him again. She continued softly, "I can't see his smile. Hell, I don't even know what he looks like. I mean, I have a pretty good idea considering we're twins and all, but it's still not the same." She smiled sadly, "It's nice to hear his laugh after all these years. After all that we've been through. I wouldn't mind hearing it more often."

Sain'ja didn't know what to say to that. He figured all Oomans were the same, besides their physical features and voices. His planet didn't teach such things such as emotion. He knew that he wouldn't even be here had his ship not crashed. He suddenly remembered why he was even on Earth in the first place.

Suddenly, Sain'ja stood from the bed, totally ignoring his wound. Jessica jumped a bit, startled. "What are you doing?"

Sain'ja didn't answer her and left her room, heading in the direction he had seen Andy leave.

Andy was heading back to the room with a raw, thawed out steak in his hand when he ran into Sain'ja. Before he could ask where he was going, the alien pushed him aside and began walking to the front door.

"What are you doing?" Andy yelled after him. He dropped the steak back off in the kitchen and rushed after the behemoth. "You shouldn't be walking around yet, your would could reopen!" Andy stood in front of the entrance, successfully blocking the predator from exiting.

Sain'ja growled in warning, "Move, Ooman." He commanded.

"You're going to open your wound again if you keep walking around." Andy was scared shitless, but that didn't keep him from worrying. His eyes ventured to the wound he was speaking of and saw that it was already bleeding again.

Sain'ja growled. He didn't have time for this. He had a mission to fulfill. He went to push the small body aside but paused when he heard the boy give a command of his own.

"Sit down." The order came out of Andy's mouth bravely, something he was not expecting.

Sain'ja paused and narrowed his eyes. This Ooman dare to order HIM? He hissed in anger. He was a Warrior, he did not take orders from a lowly Ooman.

Andy heard the hiss and breathed in shakily. But then his eyes lingered back to the gash. The bandages were dripping with Sain'ja's blood. Suddenly, the fear he had possessed just a second ago turned to anger and worry. His blue eyes met the visor of Sain'ja's mask.

Sain'ja was slightly taken aback when he watched the fear melt away from the boy's blue orbs and turn into anger and determination.

"I said to sit down." Andy ground out. Usually, he wasn't this hostile, but he had warned the behemoth that his wound would reopen dammit! Now look at it! When Sain'ja was about to hiss again he barked, "NOW!"

Sain'ja took a deep breath. Fine. He would sit. And he did. He walked into the kitchen and sat down in one of the two chairs at the dining table. He glared at the Ooman and snarled.

Andy took a deep breath then turned to find Jessica standing at the kitchen archway. She was grinning like mad as she chided, "You guys argue like an old married couple, you know that?"

Sain'ja just growled while Andy turned red. He then cleared his throat and asked Jessica, "Would you please go get the peroxide, a washcloth, and a few rolls of bandages?"

Jessica put her hand on her chest and scoffed dramatically, "You're making your blind little sister go get them? How cruel!"

Andy rolled his eyes and sighed, "You're not THAT handicapped."

Jessica laughed, "Oh, hardy har har!" then turned to retrieve the materials.

Andy turned back to Sain'ja. It didn't take a profiler to tell that he was pretty pissed. He obviously didn't like taking orders from an -what was the word?- Ooman? Andy sighed, "Look," he began. The humanoid didn't move to look at him, not that Andy expected him to. Biting his lower lip, Andy continued, "I'm sorry, but I just don't want you to, you know, get hurt or something." Andy could feel the blush from earlier creep up his neck again. God, that sounded incredibly cheesy. It was still the truth though.

Sain'ja spared a glance over toward the Ooman male. Or, it was meant to be a glance but quickly turned into a full-out stare. For some reason, the boy just looked…Sain'ja couldn't think of the right word at the moment. Everything about the boy, from his untamed red-brown locks to his lopsided glasses, from his sea blue eyes to the blush spreading across his cheeks and nose, made the Hunter feel…excited.

Before Sain'ja's thoughts could go any further, Jessica appeared in the archway again holding out the requested material to Andy. Andy thanked his sister and took the things from her outstretched hands.

Still blushing like mad, Andy made his way to Sain'ja. When he was standing in front of the humanoid, he silently asked for permission with his eyes. Sain'ja didn't make a sound but simply nodded his head.

Cautiously and slowly, Andy began unwrapping the bloodied bandages. He threw them in the wastebasket. He poured what was left of the peroxide onto the washcloth and proceeded to clean the wound, blushing the entire time.

Again, the sensation of touching Sain'ja's skin was pleasant and sent hot tingles traveling from Andy's fingertips to run down his spine and back up again. He felt his heartbeat escalate and was almost positive that Sain'ja could undoubtedly hear it.

Each small brush the Ooman made across Sain'ja's skin was hot and wonderfully unsatisfying. He found himself yearning for the sweet friction from the boy's hands. But he didn't let any of that show. He was, after all, a being of control and he refused to let himself submit to the accommodating male now rewrapping his injury. Besides, two could play at that game.

Andy sighed in relief as he finished with Sain'ja's gash. "There," he began as he watched Sain'ja put his chest plate back on into place, "that ought to do it for now. If it reopens or starts to hurt let me know okay?"

Sain'ja nodded. He then swallowed his pride and ground out through his mask's translator, "Thanks."

It was such a simple word but for some reason it made Andy feel giddy inside. His stomach did flip-flops as his blush, that he JUST managed to get rid of, came back full blast. At this rate, his skin would permanently stay red. "N-no problem." he stuttered. He went to throw out the empty bottle of peroxide and the bloodied washcloth when a knock rang out through the apartment.

Andy frowned. Who could that be?

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