Bold – Chapter title, point of view chance, important info.

Italics – Thoughts

(Parentheses) – Bez speak

Regular – Regular speech and the story.

Chapter 5—New Home Sweet Home—

Wren's P.O.V….

Rachel and I were soon taken down a long corridor after we had left the one room. Vivadel stopped at a room at the end of a corridor with a large beige door and swept her hand over the control panel at the side. She ushered us in and closed the door behind all of us. Leaning back Vivadel rested against the wall beside the door studying us.

Vivadel then smirked as we looked about the room. "You know, not ever one gets to be interrogated."

"Not everyone survived the injections." I muttered and Rachel elbowed me in the gut.

"Will you shut up? You know speak when spoken to or you might get blown away." Rachel muttered back to me.

"You two are really starting to annoy me." Videl frowned. She was obviously tired of our constant bickering already. "Anyway. We have a selection of clothing that may fit in your species category. They are over there," She flicked her hand over to the left side of the room, "and the bathroom is through that door." She pointed to the right of the room. "You will stay in these quarters until Toven or I come to get you."

Vivadel turned to leave the room but paused, turning to fix us with a hard look and asked, "Do you understand?"

I raised my hand, my mouth overriding the common sense section of my brain. "Uh yeah. If I say no, what would you do?"

Rachel then hit me with that blasted notebook that she pulled out of bag. "Stupid. Just stay in the room and stop asking stupid questions!"

"Ow. Fine forget I said anything." I replied as I started to rub my head wondering if soon there was going to be a permanent lump there.

Vivadel left the room with a roll of her eyes and a mutter something close to stupid humans and something about should have just destroying the planet we came from.

Later...

Rachel and I were sitting down after we both got cleaned up. It felt like it took a full hour to get all the grim and gross crud off from my time in the holding cell we were in first. And I know Rachel took just as long as I did in that shower as well. I was thankful that I wasn't the only one that just felt gross.

When I came out I saw that Rachel was wearing something close to her usual outfit. It was actually a surprise to see her in almost the same clothes as she had on when we were abduction. But me I had found a pair of baggy jean like pants and a plain shirt of sorts. I was just finishing brushing my hair with a sigh that caught Rachel's attention.

Rachel looked at me, sighed, and shook her head. "Why can't you wear anything that is very casual?"

I looked at her and said, "This is sorta school casual for me though. Why?"

She just shook her head again and went back to her thoughts.

"You know, I think it's been more than an hour," I murmured drawing Rachel out of her thoughts once again.

She turned to look at me. "I think you're right Wren. It has to be more than an hour since the injections and we're not dead."

"Yet."

"We should just be lucky that we didn't die within the first few minutes."

"Too true."

"Do you feel any different?

"No, actually. I don't really feel any different."

"Maybe that's a good sign."

"I hope so."

We were in the room for about what seemed like hours doing nothing. I had investigated the room fully, ever single nook and cranny and couldn't find anything to entertain myself with. I paused behind a chair across from Rachel when I said, "I'm extremely bored," and I hung myself over the back of the chair.

"For once I agree with you," she brought her attention back to me.

"What can we do? I have an attention span of a fruit fly and after a while this does get boring."

"I wish I had my notebook."

"You do. You have hit me several times today with it," I said frowning at her. I was still upset about being hit.

"That is not my writing notebook though." Rachel retorted scowling slightly at me.

"What's the difference? They both are used to hit me over the head with and used to write in," I said with a shrug. "I didn't think there was much of a difference between the two. And anyway all I know is that they both hurt."

Rachel was about to reply with what was most likely a scathing remark but never got to say anything else in return because the door just opened. I scrambled to get up out of the chair I was splayed over. Toven walked in with his youngest brother Tanic. Toven looked a little peeved at this. But both of us were surprised at this because Tanic looked peeved too.

I looked at Tanic with a glare and muttered, "Siblings in any situation can always be annoying."

Rachel elbowed me in the ribs. I shot a glare at her.

Toven cleared his throat and looked at Tanic, "Tanic is here to take you to your cell. It seems that you will not be interrogated."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" I asked blinking up at him.

"It depends." Toven said with a shrug. "In this case it might be a bad thing."

"Oh goody more bad luck." I muttered.

Rachel and I stood up properly and followed Tanic out of the room. He took us along the ever twisting maze of the ship; because that is the only place I knew we could be. It seemed that the corridors were never ending and the doors just multiplied.

"Don't get lost. I don't want to have to find you later." Tanic warned us while glancing over his shoulder.

Rachel stepped on my foot a few times until I move in step behind her. She glared at me and I moved back in front of her. Sooner than we would have liked we came to what looked like a long hallway of interconnected cells. It reminded me of a huge prison the way it was set up. And by looking in them several aliens were occupying a good bit of the cells already. Some whistled and clicked at us as we passed. I fought the large urge to scowl at them as they passed.

I glanced around and noticed one or two that looked familiar. "Rachel look." I said as I pointed to one.

"What?" she asked as she follows my finger.

"That alien right there is an Arvigdie."

"A what?" Rachel asked me with a confused look.

"An Arvigdie is a species of alien in my Metamorph books," I replied matter-o-factly. "Many had technology to morph into any creature that they wanted if they had the DNA in their systems. They are enemies of the Filigra. Those little creatures take control of anyone by entering through the ear and wrapping themselves around the brain. It's really gross if you think about it. But they're in a huge war to take control of the Arvigdie's planet."

"Ohhkay... That is gross. What is that one?" she asked pointing to a little green alien. He had red eyes, two antennas, and a pod on his back. He was eyeing us through the bars of his cell with a frown on his face as he leaned against the side of the cell. I made eye contact and saw his antenna perk up just a little and the frown become a confused look.

"If I'm correct that is an Irken. You know like Invader Zim, the tv show? Haven't you every watched the show?"

"Maybe... Wait... You mean Invader Zim? The one with the little robot thingy? It's a show Wren, he can't be standing there. It was made up!"

"That would be him or someone from the Irken race though. I'd remember how they look no matter what," I replied. "It is another of my favorite shows you know."

We both ran into Tanic's back when he stopped in front of the cell across from the Irken.

"This is your chamber," He said. "Try not to screw it up. You'll be staying here quite a long time. That is if no others from the slave cells kill you out during free time."

The first thing I notice was that it was small. Maybe ten by twelve feet. It was well kept though with only the basic of basics. A hidden section for the bathroom and a hidden section for one cot were the only privacies. I could tell you could pull out another cot from underneath the first cot. "Goody. At least we can keep separate beds." I muttered.

"You can have you beds to where it's a pull out or you can have them like bunks." Tanic said simply without looking at either of us. He then ushered us into the cell, locked the door and turned to leave us there.

"Who gets top bunk?" I asked Rachel as soon as Tanic left.

"We can switch bunks ever night." Rachel said with a shrug. "Actually I really don't care. At least we have a bed each."

I set about snooping around the cell while Rachel lay on the bottom bunk. I was just turning the corner from where the bunks were when I heard whispering.

"Did you see the new people?", "Yeah a funny looking lot ain't they?", "Wonder why they're here?", "Probably the same reason we're here you moron.", "I wonder if they can talk?", "They look intelligent, why shouldn't they?", "Hey, the little green alien, the Irken, looks intelligent and he doesn't talk.", "Maybe he doesn't know how.".

"Wren tell them to shut up. I am trying to concentrate." Rachel said.

"HEY!" I shouted. "WHY DON'T YOU IDIOTS SHUT UP! WE WON'T BE PART OF THE GOSSIP CIRCLE!"

The whole place fell quite. No one made a peep at me having snapped at them. I didn't understand how they didn't notice that we did talk on our way here and chatted a little bit while in the hall. It was at that moment though I knew that not all aliens were brilliant. They were just like majority of the human race, obliviously dumb.

"Thank you." I added quietly and turned around to lean on the bars of the cell.

After a while the silence was broken by a single question.

"Who are you to boss us around you little squishy alien?"

I turned around to see who said it and replied, "Well at least I know what I am. And there are plenty of people who are in love with my soft squishy body. Keepers only know what would want you besides your own hand."

The whole corridor filled with 'oooooo's' and 'that had to hurt's.

I caught the eye of the Irken across from me and saw him smirk at the comment. My insides twisted in an oddly pleasant way, quite pleased with being able to amuse the stern looking alien. And the corner of my mouth twitched up in a half smile.

Not a huge change in this chapter, at least not that I think so. It may not be a huge change but there are little things here and there. More or less just filled this chapter out a bit more than it was. I hope that I can add more to more chapters though. I feel as if I just put up the bones of this story to begin with, now I'm fleshing it out more than it was.

I tried to post this yesterday but my net decided to crap out on me. I am fixing the other chapters off and on. So please expect more! And I am taking prompts for shorts for the short stories. Please, please throw a few ideas to me. I love hearing from people.