Author's Notes: Hello! Survived the hardest week of my life! Thanks for the support, and as always, please leave a review! :) Thanks!

Bo brushed her hands across the cold metal walls of the ship. Her head hurt a bit, but she embraced the familiarity of being in the stars. They'd be at Star Command in a few hours. The small shuttle they were travelling in had a very small crew.

With the others still eating lunch, Bo had taken this moment of solitude to wander the corridors. Her friends thought she was still sleeping. She would have joined them but she didn't really feel like eating.

It's just one trip. You'll be home soon.

The words ran through her head over and over again, so why couldn't she make herself believe it? Her stomach lurched…

She looked at her hands. It was her mother's blood running through her veins, the only remaining blood that could unlock something so great and terrible that her own brother was willing to kill hundreds for. Was the responsibility something she could handle? She hadn't really thought about it at all until now.

Alan was the only who knew about it right? No, he must have told a few people.

To say that she was uneasy would have been an understatement. Still, her friends were with her, which gave her a bit of comfort. She didn't really want them to be worrying that much about her though.

She lingered in the hallways for a bit and then made her way back to the shuttle's main room made for passengers. The futuristic panels by the doors made a small humming noise. Other than that it was completely quiet, and utterly boring.

Bo hated being sick. He thoughts went rampant if she didn't control them, and without something to distract her, she'd have to force herself to think about nothing at all.

She was startled by a pair of hands slipping around her waist from behind her, but she recognized them immediately.

"You're supposed to be resting," her sheriff told her.

"I wanted a chance to get up before being cooped up in a hospital room for heaven knows how long," feeling good being enveloped in his arms and leaned back closer to the warmth.

"Sure they're a little strict, but Star Command is always thorough," Woody replied simply.

"If by strict you mean they have to have all control of the situation, then yes. They are very strict," Bo said, right before she started to go into a violent coughing fit.

Woody looked concerned. He led to her to a nearby seat out of the many and sat her down. And for once, Bo finally let off the serious fear she was feeling.

"Are you alright?" the cowboy said timidly sitting down next to her gently.

"...N-no… I'm not," she replied starting to shake. "I'm terrified. I have never been this sick before, and everytime I fall asleep, I have nightmares. And I'm just worried that maybe… maybe this is more serious than I thought it was, something that will only take more time away from being with you. And I'm frightened that I'll lose my memory again, and they'll take me away…"

Woody put his arm around her and held her tightly. "I'll be by your side, every minute."

Bo gazed up into his eyes. She placed a cold hand on his face, and then rested her head on his chest. But no matter how protected she felt hearing his heart through his chest, nothing could prevent the dreams that followed when she fell asleep.

When they were close to Star Command, Buzz and Jessie joined their friends. Bo was asleep, and Woody stroked her hand.

"How's she doing?" Buzz asked.

"Her breathing is getting more shallow by the minute. How soon until we get there?" Woody replied.

"We should arrive in a few minutes. It's already been arranged for her to be picked up right at the station. Have you talked to her about the posters yet?"

"No, I didn't have the guts to do it. She seemed so scared about being sick…"

Buzz looked at Jessie. They shared a similar expression. "Listen," the Space Ranger started putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "We can deal with all of that later. She's going to be in good hands with Star Command." He smiled. "And we'll be there for her, together. We're here for you too, Woody." He held Jessie's hand.

The cowboy finally tore his gaze away from the sleeping woman and smiled back up at his friend. "Thanks guys. I couldn't do it without you."

When Bo was taken away at the station, a bit of commotion came up when the trio found out they couldn't come with her for the first few hours or so during the check-in process. No matter how much they protested, they couldn't sway the medical team. They were left to roam Star Command and check up how it was going.

Jessie and Woody stayed relatively close the medical wing, but Buzz wanted to see Commander Nebula again. The old Commander had nearly lost his life just a few years back while in Zurg's imprisonment, and many other important figures had been murdered as well.

A few recognized him while Buzz wandered the corridors. He recognized a few faces and names himself, but hardly said a word to most. If he was going to be there for Bo, he wanted to hurry. He passed by the science bay, spotting a few LGMs fiddling with something. He hadn't seen a LGM for a long time. Part of him worried that during the war they had been killed off, but obviously they managed to survive. What they were repairing piqued his curiosity, and although he was in a hurry he poked his head in for a moment.

Buzz grinned immediately when he recognized what they were fixing. It was his old crew mate XR.

The Space Ranger slipped himself into the Science Bay silently, watching the LGMs do their work until finally the lifeless pile of rubbish became his friend again. The saucy little robot blinked its seemingly lifeless yellow eyes. He yawned.

"Well, finally! I've been out of commision for how long now?" he asked sitting up. One of the LGMs placed a chip in his circuitbored that, as far as Buzz could tell, informed him of the events over the period of time he had been broken.

He looked distressed over the news of the war.

"No, that couldn't have happened… The last thing I remember was the battle against Zurg here. They couldn't have won…" he said thinking aloud.

"I'm afraid it's true…" Buzz said finally stepping out of the shadows.

"Buzz?!" XR wiped imaginary fog off the plastic encasing his head. The LGMs were also delighted.

"Buzz!" the little green aliens exclaimed, surrounding the Space Ranger. A few even hugged his legs, which made him a bit uncomfortable, but even more so because XR was doing the same.

"You're back! It's all coming to me now! You ended the war you son of gun!" the robot exclaimed, not letting go of Buzz's leg.

"Glad to see you haven't changed a bit," Buzz told him smiling. "And I had a bit of help with that. Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry. You guys haven't seen Commander Nebula anywhere around recently have you?"

"You mean councilman Nebula?" A LGM stated. Buzz and XR looked at each other funny.

"Councilman? Nebula is a Senator now?" Buzz inquired.

"The day Commander Nebula became a politician must have been a dark day indeed," XR added