A/N: This chapter is from Deryn's point of view. I want to have a least two chapters with the same character's pov. I'm not really sure if this chapter is one of my best works, so bare with me and let me know if you prefer something else.

Deryn Sharp was devastated. She had finally told Alek her secret and he'd made a huge scandal of it. She had thought, if anything, that this revelation would bring the two of them closer. But all it did was place a barrier between them. A difference.

I should have never told that bum-rag, she thought. Now the boy didn't even want to be friends with her anymore, all because he was afraid, that she would see it as something more. What, was he scared, that he was going to fall in love with her?

"Not likely." Deryn chuckled under her breath.

There came a knock at the door, and middy Newkirk(The last person she wanted to see) popped his head in. He looked at Dylan and his eyes widened. Dylan sat there on his cot, his sun-kissed hair in was all disheveled. When he looked into Dylan's piercing blue eyes, he saw that the boy appeared none too happy of his presence.

"What do you want, Newkirk?" He barked.

"Whoa, somebody's in a foul mood. I just came to get my jacket," he shivered. "It's getting barking cold up-top," he said cheerfully.

Barking Newkirk, always sunny as hell, Deryn thought. Not once, had she seen him pissed off.

Dylan just stared at him as if waiting for him to go, which indeed he was.

When Dylan didn't reply, Newkirk asked the most obvious question.

"Did you just wake up?"

"No, I just ruffled my hair and gave myself two black eyes," Dylan replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Black eyes, Newkirk thought. He frowned as he looked more closely at Dylan. The boy looked down-right horrible. Two twin purple bags hung under each eye as if the boy hadn't seen sleep in days.

Dylan had never looked like this before. He was always bursting with confidence, the very boy, Newkirk wanted to be. The guy was strong and nothing ever seemed to faze him. Newkirk wonder what had put the Great Dylan Sharp in such a shape.

"What happened to you," Newkirk questioned, "you look like bloody hell."

"Newkirk," Dylan said, "do yourself a favor and get the hell away from me or else," he threatened.

Newkirk was taken aback by Dylan's sudden threat.

"Aye, will do," he replied and then added as if an afterthought, "Dylan, I want you to know, that you can trust me."

Dylan's crystal-clear eyes shifted up to meet Newkirk's chocolate-color eyes. He gasped as if he were surprised or shocked.

"What are you talking about, Newkirk?" Deryn was suddenly afraid that Alek had told him her secret.

"I mean I'm your friend," he said and then added, "Anytime you need someone to confide in, I'm yours." he said softly. Then he snapped his jacket on and headed out.

Little did Deryn know what Newkirk was planning. I'll have to make her happy, he thought.

Strange, Deryn thought as she watched him leave. Newkirk knew that the only person she confided in was her best friend, Alek. The only reason he would suggest that, was that he suspected she had a fall-out with Alek. Newkirk was getting smarter these days...I'll have to watch my actions in front of him, she thought.

As soon as Deryn was sure that Newkirk was gone, she let her unsoldierly tears come. The dam, that had been holding them in place, suddenly broke. I should have never told Alek, she repented again. Because of him, she was all emotional and over sensitive. She couldn't be like this, for fear of the officers seeing through her disguise. Newkirk had already seen her broken down, and she couldn't afford for anyone else to see her like this.

I need to toughen up and forget about that barking daft prince, she thought angrily to herself.

She wished Alek would take a chill-pill and be considerate of her feelings. He generally was a good gentlemen, like that time, when they were in Istanbul and the way he acted towards Lilit, all chivalrous. How jealous she had been of Lilit then.

She sighed, lost in her thoughts. What am I to do now, she thought. Alek had been her one and only true friend aboard the Leviathan, but now he didn't even want to be her friend.

There was no way she could ever confront Alek again. She wanted to, but she didn't trust herself not to break-down at the sight of him. Besides, Alek probably didn't want to see her again, not after all he had said last night.

Deryn never felt so alone as she did now. Suddenly she heard a clanking noise. Her eyes instinctively drifted up to the ceiling, already suspecting what it was.

The message lizard clambered out of the brass pipe and came to rest in front of her.

"Mr. Sharp," came the Captain's voice, "report to the middy's mess hall within a hour and make sure you're looking...sharp," he chuckled to himself.

"Aye, sir," Deryn responded, "I'll be there. End message."

She peeled herself off her cot and wonder why the captain was requesting her presence. Had that bum-rag of a prince betrayed her?

I must stop thinking about him, she strictly thought to herself. She stumbled to her closet and took out her best dress-uniform, grabbed the ship's infamous organic soap bar, a worn out towel, that when pressed against your bare body, it felt like you were drying yourself off with wires, instead of something that was meant to be soft. Last but not least she grabbed her silver hair brush that had been a gift from her ma on her 12th birthday and headed towards the ship's washing quarters.

A/N: You see, I told you, this wasn't the best chapter...in fact as I write this, I still doesn't have a proper name for it, ugh. Anyone out there who could suggest a decent name for it? It's first come first serve, you name the chapter. I would be very grateful for that. Also this chapter is so much shorter than my first two, I mean they were at least 1,300+.

Well, I'll make it up to you, and make chapter four, a chapter you won't forget. Please R&R, thanks! :D