entitled; How I Met You
summary; "Go home." Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes."You can't save all the haints, Christie." She laughs at that. She wasn't trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance's "power couple" or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.

#5 Castithan

She runs through the crowd- her breath is coming out hard and her heart is banging around like a monkey dad used to talk about from the Old World. There is a circle building up in the middle of the square and she knows all too well what is going on. It is why she is pushing her body so hard to beat the fight that is about to take place- to stop it. Dad doesn't care if Luke gets in fights with the Voltans- they should expect it is what he says. She doesn't understand why they make bad with the invaders! There is no other place for them to go. Their planet is blasted into smithereens and they are here now; there is no getting rid of them anymore.

She pushes with her shoulders, still keeping a fast walk, through the growing crowd. She knows who is in the middle though- her 21 year old brother who is acting her age and a 17-19 year old Castithan. Always a Castithan. Luke says they are the most insulting because they look so much like humans. Christie usually rolls her eyes and asks him to order or leave. She didn't have a high tolerance for her eldest brother even though she did love him. She breaks the crowd and sees exactly what she thought she would. "Luke!" Her hair blows into her face and she brushes it away. "Luke!" He turns to her and waves her off. "Stop this now!" She yells; a guy in the crowd grabs at her, pulling her back. She feels his fingers brush her shirt. She advances into the cleared out circle.

Her brother- her other brother, Quinton, rushes in from the other side, calling her name. "Luke, leave him alone!" She hollers and Luke glares at her. "He belongs in this town as much as any of us do, Luke!" He growls at the Castithan. "Damn it Luke!" She all but scream out, pushing her bangs out of her eyes, "back off!" She exclaims with equal power. Both her brothers' freeze at her raised voice and turn toward her. Even Luke's target, the Castithan, had enough sense to back off. Christie circles around the pair, not getting too close to her brother's metal blade or the alien's blue blade.

"What do you want, Christie?" Luke rolls off of his tongue lazily. She finally advances fully in, placing herself between the two, her hands on her hips.

"Go home, Luke." Christie orders, disbanding the fight- he gives her an incredulous look and then laughs. He places his hands on her shoulders to which she pushes away by ring her arms up and shoving his aside. He didn't expect that and it knocks him off kilter to the surprise of them both. "Go home, Luke." She repeats with more force.

"Back down, little sister!" He towers her. Quinton grasps for his shoulder and he rolls his shoulder to wrestle from the grip.

Quinton looks scared at the fight getting ready to break out between the two siblings. "Not family, Luke. We don't attack family." He repeats Dad's mantra. Luke looks at Christie and the alien standing behind her and to the right.

"That haint disrespected our family. So let me finish what was started." He gets out behind a lock jaw. Christie hold her ground and doesn't give a smidge. "Christie, he was talking about you. You really don't want me to defend your honor?" He sounds incredulous.

Christie just looks at him. "Not like this." Look behind her at the white skinned dude, she continues. "I can defend myself." She turns back to her brothers and crosses her hands in front of her chest. "Go home." Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.

"You can't save all the haints, Christie." She laughs at that. She wasn't trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace. He turns away from her and the remaining crowd parts like the red sea in that old book next to Daddy's nightstand. His shoulders are locked like they get when he is pissed and all of his cronies, which is what the old Mayor would call them, line up to follow the leader, Quinton is at the head of them. His head so far up Luke's ass, he can't even tell what is right or not.

She watches them go. "Castithan." She breathes out. He raises an eyebrow and turns back to her, as the rest of the crowd disperses.

"What?" Luke's voice rings out around the open square and she stands tall. If she doesn't keep it together, he would know how much he scares her. She saw him two nights ago, when he kicked a poor Irathian woman to the ground, calling her a hateful word. He was out of control.

"Castithan." She made sure she said it loud and clear. "That's their name. Not haint, you daft brute." She goes on. He glares and her and Quinton says something to him that makes him back off, though he doesn't like it. He burns her eyes with his and stalks off in finality to the whole fight scene and the tension leaves her body. She feels her back bend and brings a hand up to her forehead. She has to keep the peace because she knows the peacekeeper won't.

A tap is felt on her shoulder and she turns around. "Thanks." Alak Tarr says. He points to the guy her brother was about to turn into meat scraps and give her a smile.

She just looks at him, "I didn't do it for you."

"I know but you didn't have to do it either."

She looks at him, really looks at him. His violet eyes so clear of hate. "You're welcome."