A/N: I do not own XS in anyway, I only own my OC's!

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Kimiko was so excited; finally there were two more girls she could talk to. Anastasia was only a year and a half younger as she just turned 15 and Taylor-Jane was a bit older but still within the range that Kimiko felt comfortable talking to.

Omi, on the other hand, wasn't so pleased about the new dragons. They were going to get in his way and more squealing is not what he needed around here.

"They're going to help us defeat evil, Omi. Trust me, I know they will." Raimundo frequently tried to convince him that they're going to be useful and not a hindrance. But Omi knew that women were not needed to protect the world, men were there to protect the women. Although, if he said that out loud, Kimiko would get angry and then there would be chargrilled Omi as Raimundo and Clay put it.

Kimiko had offered to send her helicopter to pick them up but Dojo was determined that he would get there quicker, except everyone knew he wouldn't.

Dojo had finally touched the ground when Kimiko came running out, dragging Rai and Clay with her. So far, Omi was nowhere to be seen but that didn't matter to Kimiko. She knew he would only ruin their welcome.

Kimi hugged both girls and squealed. "Hi, I'm Kimiko! This is Raimundo, our team leader, and this is Clay. I'm the Dragon of Fire!" She showed them a little of what she could do without burning them. She then turned round to the boys and glared at them to gesture that they should do the same.

Raimundo shook both their hands. "I'm the Shoku Warrior around here and the Dragon of Wind." He made a light breeze slide across their faces. They smiled.

Clay bowed his head slightly and did the same hat gesture he did to Kimiko when she returned to the Temple. "Howdy, girls, I'm the dragon of Earth." He looked at the ground and two perfect daisies appeared. He picked them and handed one to each girl.

"Hi, I'm Taylor-Jane, lovely to meet y'all." She nodded and smiled, her blonde pigtails bobbed as she did so from under her cowgirl hat. "Oh, and I'm the dragon of Dark." Clay and Raimundo weren't aware of what these Dragon's elements were. This sweet, innocent bubble of a girl can hardly be the dragon of Dark! She closed her eyes and black swirls started to leave her body, they began to consume the warriors. Then, a light shone from a short, solid girl. Dyed black hair surrounded the silhouetted figure as the darkness began to recede from the light and back into Taylor-Jane. The petite blonde sucked back all the darkness and landed to the ground with a thud.

Anastasia tried to introduce herself but, as always, she was overlooked for the prettier, smarter and overall better girl.

"Hi, I'm Anastasia. I'm the girl that just saved you all." She whispered to herself.

"Hello, I am Omi. I'm the dragon of Water." Omi appeared next to the girl.

The rest of the team were all fanning Taylor-Jane and trying to wake her up. Anastasia knew there was something about pretty blondes that made people like the rest of her new team fawn over them.

"Why aren't you attending to Taylor-Jane?" She looked at the boy, he was taller than her but that wasn't hard. He was surprising her with every word he said.

"Why aren't you?" She retorted back a laugh.

"Where are you from?" He looked at her, obviously intrigued by her thick unknown accent.

"Moscow, Russia. Do you not like my accent?" Her accent grew thicker as she grew annoyed.

"I was more interested. I am 15 years of age, so are you. We can be friends; you are the only one here that is my age."

Her eyes widened. "I don't have friends, Omi." She was flat in her words.

"You have one now, Anastasia." He beamed at her. "May I take your bags and show you to your room?"

"Um, okay, only if you don't touch anything." She was a bit confused by the way he spoke but he amused her. She decided she'd consider his offer of friendship.

He grabbed her bags. "This way, Anastasia." He smiled at her and walked beside her, asking about her life and family back in Russia.

Rai, Clay and Kimi stopped fussing about Taylor-Jane and watched Omi talking and laughing with a girl. An actual girl was talking to Omi! There was obviously something different about this girl, considering he didn't even talk to Kimiko unless he had to.

Taylor-Jane opened her eyes and saw blond hair sticking out in tufts under a cowboy hat. It reminded her of home and the southern manners. She closed her eyes and remembered her home.

Clay noticed her stir slightly. "I'm going to go and drop her in her room so she can sleep off her faint." He pulled her bag on his shoulder and carried her like a bride. Her body tensed when he picked her up, she slid her arms round his neck and fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He put her bag at the foot of her bed and tried to lay her on her new bed but she mumbled when he tried to remove her hands from his neck.

"Don't go, please, stay with me for a bit."

"Miss Taylor-Jane, I do not feel that would be appropriate. You're a beautiful young woman and my momma raised me to have those southern manners."

"Mr Clay, may I remind you that southern manners usually follow the young lady's request and my request is that you stay with me a while." Her southern twang reminded Clay of home; she brought out the Texan in him.

"Okay, ma'am, I'll go and grab a chair to sit next to you whilst you fall asleep." He stood up to get the chair in the corner of her room.

"Clay, come and lie with me a while, I just want to feel a bit safer here. I have not been using my dragon element very much so I scared myself when I passed out."

He went pale. He had never shared a bed with a girl, even just for sleeping.

"I don't mean it like that; I am a born and raised southern country belle. You're the closest thing I've got to home. I've never left home for very long before…" She went quiet, thinking of her sister and brother.

Clay sat on the other side of the bed. He pulled off his cowboy boots and put his hat by his shoes. She lay with her back to Clay, silently missing her family; thinking about the Southern Belle Beauty Pageant her sister would win and celebrate, without her. Her brother wanted to come to the Temple with her; he wanted to protect her from the Heylin, from the whole thing but mainly from herself. Tears rolled over her peachy cheeks.

"Tell me about them, I know you are thinking about them. You tell me about your family and I'll tell you about mine." His accent twanged on the last words, surprising him slightly.

She rolled over and told him all about her brother and sister, about the pageant and most importantly about the boys back home.

"None of them know how to court a girl, nowadays. Traditional southern gals, like me, don't just date anyone, we need to be courted but I'm sure you know that." She smiled, watching the pink blush coat his cheeks. "Now, tell me about your family. I'm sure they're more interesting than my family."

"Well, I have my momma, my dad and my sister Jesse. You probably know of Jesse. She's Jesse Bailey, leader of the Black Vipers. She often rides through southern states."

"Oh, we know all about the Black Vipers! They ruined my Southern Belle Beauty Pageant two years ago!" She was practically wailing. He laughed.

"Jesse didn't get a chance in a pageant. We didn't hold a pageant until a year after she joined the Vipers. These pageants seem mighty important to you."

"Pageants are a tradition! My family always win pageants! I won mine last year and my sister will take my crown this year."

He nodded; he understood tradition, his family had a few themselves.

Taylor lifted her hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb. He put his hand on her slim waist. She covered her hand over his and pulled his body closer to his. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for this. Good night." She turned round and drifted off to sleep.

A/N: so I know there was little RaiKim in there but I've finally introduced two OC's!

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-Anna x