A/N: I vaccumed here as fast as I could!

Eyy! I'm back! Okay, so you know. I was supposed to write which scenarios and stuff that was un-canon, but... meh. I dun' care.

Here we go! More fluff. And danger. Plus another canon scene.

Trust Me – Part One
Seeing the Truth – Chapter Two, Refusing to let go
Word Count: 3238

Song(s): 'Drop That', by Jacob Plant

The next morning, Oh woke with a start when Tip let out a surprised scream. He himself did so, too, when he saw the reason.

Boov officers. They were surrounded!

Are you for real?

This was not going according to his plan. Na-ah. His sleepy mind didn't actually pick up on Tip's feelings quite yet, but he could still sense her panick, and that woke him up a little too much, a little too quick, and the adrenalin pumped through his body.

«How did they find us!?» Tip shrieked and jumped into the front seat next to him, glancing wildly around. There were officers everywhere, above them, beneath them, in the front and in the back, at each sides- and they were all moving with the Slushious.

«I do not know!» Oh answered slightly panicked, just as one of the Boov officers appeared on their side. Something felt wrong… Tip gasped and fell down from the seat when said officer threw a look at them. Quickly after, when Oh did not follow, she took hold of his right nose and dragged him down with her.

They both begun hyperventilating when Oh noticed exactly what felt wrong.

«They're not attacking…» Tip whispered, reading his mind, before furrowing her eyebrows and looking surprised out of the window. And it was right, they did not attack. This was not a good thing, Oh knew as such. He knew that captain Smek had told every Boov to be on guard about him, and now, Tip.

If they weren't doing exactly like their captain'd told them… there could only be one thing they were doing.

They…

«Because they are running away…» Oh realised. But what could make the Boov so scared that they were running away from Earthland?

«Why are they running away?» Tip asked, wondering abou the exact same thing.

Oh turned yellow when he realised it.

Oh no.

Oh no. Nonononono!

«There can only be one reason» he whispered.

Tip let out a terrified shriek as Gorg ships at the size of the Slushious dropped into the line of escaping Boovs. «Gorg» Oh said and turned further yellow.

Tip turned to look out of the window, her panick increasing and becoming fear, as Oh said «This makes no sense!» while he desperatly turned the wheel to dodge both Boov and Gorg the like. Tip whimpered as she kept twisting and turning in her seat, trying to look in every direction possible. The intense fear hunting her body made Oh feel sick, and he had to push the urge to just take her and jump away.

What do I do? I've gotta get us out of this! She can't be here, she's never faced the Gorg before- what do I do!?

«I stops the message!» he cried to no one in particular, feeling desperate and slightly scared. It was not fair, this were not how things were supposed to go. He had to fight back the childish urge to yell at the Gorg for coming when there really were no way they could. He refused to die now! He'd crossed the bloody atlantic in a flying car! «Woah!» he called when a Gorg ship dropped right in front of them.

Quickly turning the wheel, his thoughts spun again.

What do I dooooo!?

«The Gorg cannot to finding us!» he complained, hyperventilating slightly. And it was true! How could they find them if they were hidden on Earthland? It was impossible!

Tip turned around in the seat and shot a look backwards. «Then how did they!?» she whimpered. I don't know!

«There must be another reason!» Oh decided. And it had to, the Gorg couldn't just check every planet in the whole galaxy now, could they?

Both of them screamed, and Oh turned a bright yellow when a Gorg ship dropped right in front of them. He wasn't quick enough to save them, but with Tip on his side he could do anything.

(Saving the world)

(Tricking the Boov)

(Crossing the atlantic)

(Turning the great antenna upside down)

(making friends with animals)

(change)

I refuse to let go of all that now. I must save us.

The car jumped a few meters upwards, dodging the Gorg just in time thanks to the girl.

Tip popped her head out of the window and exclaimed «Oh! Behind us!» with fear filling her voice, her thoughts and her mere being.

She was trusting him to do something about this, he realised. She was looking to him for help.

I refuse to let go.

«Engage weapon system!» he said, a maniac smile on his lips. Since he'd created this beast of a machine he'd always wanted to use her weapons. He flipped open a cover and revealed a red button.

«We have a weapon-system!?» Tip cried.

Hell yeah!

Oh pushed the button before anyone could complain.

He gulped as the Gorg ship came closer and closer to the car, and shooting a look at the mirror he franticaly read the text 'Objects in the mirror are closer then they appear'.

I'm going to save us.

I must.

I refuse to let her go.

Pling!

«GO!» he yelled, as two warm packs of humanspersons food shot out. «Burrito Torpedo!»

The two warm packs hit the ship hard, and literally melted the metall.

«Yes!» the two friends cried in unison, just as they took a highfive and the ship went down.

But that was only one Oh thought.

And with that thought, a part of the ship they shot down hit the window with a crash. Tip shrieked, and Oh felt the urge to throw up at the fear radiating from her.

It was a different fear than the ones he was used to; this was old, it felt old, a fear from the ancient times, and he could almost smell and taste it. Boov fear was simple. It was fear for ones life, fear of dying. The fear Tip was feeling was very very different.

Of course it was the fear of loosing her life, too, but that was only a small part of it. Oh didn't recognise much of the fear she felt, but he knew the ancient fear she was feeling, was the fear of loosing something important. Loosing someone important.

Even in the situation they were in, Oh couldn't help his heart leaping in joy and his mind spinning helplessly.

She was scared of loosing him.

It was then he realised they were litterally spinning; the car was begining to loose height!

«We've been hit!» Tip cried helplessly.

Dammit!

«We're losing Grape Escape!» she called, as the car lost even more height, going further down, closer and closer to the ground.

«We lost Tangeringe Twist!»

Oh no! No! No, dear GOD please! I wanted to get out of the situation, not from the ashes to the fire!

«If we lose Busta Lime I cannot control!» Oh shrieked just as he barely dodged a mountain. The fear wasn't only Tip's now; he was scared out of his good skin.

Turning bright yellow he begun fiddling with his seat belt. «We are going to crash!» he freaked out, orange waves crushing over his body.

«Oh!» Tip shrieked and clicked it on for him.

Thank you Tip, I don't know what I'd do without you he thought sarcastically.

They both screamed when the Slushious made ground contact, where it begun spinning wildly.

Oh didn't know for how long it did, he only knew one thing. He was clutching Tip's hand tight in his own, and she was holding on at least as hard.

I don't want her to die. She can't. Not now! She's faced armed Boov more then once, she just faced the Gorg, she cannot die in a carcrash! I refuse!

And then the car crashed with a rock, and everything went silent.

Humanspersons obviously managed to heal quicker then Boov after their minds had been turned into milkshake, Oh decided, when Tip jumped out of the car long before his own mind settled at the fact that they were not spinning anymore.

«Oh nonononononono!» Tip cried. Upon hearing this, Oh made his way out of the car even if his mind still thought the world were upside down. «Slushoius, no!» she said as he fell face-first to the ground.

What's going on?

Feeling the desperation and panick in Tip's voice, Oh decideed that he probably didn't want to know. When he reached her, she was trying to stop the fuel of pouring out from large cracks in he car. Ah, shit. «Don't just stand there, help!» she wailed, waving at him.

He watched, knowing so badly that he wanted to help, but it was no use. The Slushious was dying.

«Come on, come on, come on, come on!»

Oh stood still, wishing desperatly to help Tip. But he couldn't, there were no hope. They were doomed.

Tip sighed audibaly when the last of the slush fell to the ground and the Slushious' lights died. «She's gone.» she whispered.

«We are doomed.» Oh agreed, turning blue as Tip turned away.

«Now I'll never make it to Australia.» she whispered, clutching her hand close to her chest. Oh almost cried out at the pain in her voice. Oh, how he wanted to take her to Australia. He still remembered her look when they crossed the Atlantic, one of her worst moment. He wanted to bring her to Australia, he wanted to help her find her Mymom.

He knew how it was to feel sad.

And mad.

«I will now sing the Boov death-song.» he decided, 'ahem'ed and began to sing.

Personaly, he rather liked the death-song. It was a beautiful, slow song about Death and the next adventure, and how you shouldn't look at it as an ending, but a begining (though it was only the movements that signaled the begining and not the end). It was an old song, from the times the first Boov wandered on dust and rock. From the times the Boov were allowed to be sad. Allowed to be happy.

Accompanied by the movements, the original lyrics turned to something more meaningful, something more beautiful.

Suddenly, in the middle of the first verse (which he rather liked) Tip interrupted him. «A Gorg-ship!» she said, suddenly hopeful again. Though he didn't like being interupted, he had to almost smile at her voice.

«It is rude to interupt the Death Song.» he stubbornly said. What would she do with the Gorg-ship anyways?

«Maybe you can take the parts of it and fix our car!» she smiled. Oh's heart warmed slightly when she said 'our' car.

But still… «I cannot.» he told her, crossing his arms over his chest. «Those are Gorgparts. They are metric?» The last statement were made a question, begging her to understand what he meant.

Apparently, she didn't.

«We're not getting this close and giving up!» And with that she turned and begin walking towards the smoke-cloud. Oh were stunned into silence.

Seriously?

«Come on!» she called, waving a hand at him.

«No!» he cried, flashing red for a brief moment. How could she not understand this? «Always with the running towards danger!» he mocked, grimacing when she turned around to look at him.

She rolled her eyes. «Stop being such a Boov! It's our only chanse, come on!»

Okay, that- that actually hurt a little.

I am a Boov.

He growled and clenched his fits. Should he go with her? Would she be safe? Would he be safe? What were he going to do if she died? Would any Gorgs harm her?

For a Boov, he used long time to decide himself. Humanspersons has a very strict look at time; it goes smoothly, with no changes at all. And they can definitely not decide how they will feel it.

He'd noticed that when he jumped out of the car over the Atlantic. For Boov, time was a flying thing. A thing they could bend at their own will. Not the real time, of course, but a Boov could decide if he wanted to feel like an hour was one hour, a half or two, to make an exapmles.

So. For a Boov, he gave himself long time to decide, but for a humansperson it was probably just a few seconds.

«This has low possibility of succes!» he called after her, turning red but hurrying after her into the forest.

Towards the danger.

LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE

Seeing the Gorg-ship in the distance, Oh caught himself again speculating on how to turn away and run. And again, he told himself no.

Tip's here he recalled.

I won't leave her. Not now, not later, not ever. I'll always return.

«Let's go!» said Tip whispered. Oh mentaly groaned.

«Uh! The- wait!» he whispered. He didn't want to do it, but if he had to stay with Tip he would at least try to lead her away from danger.

She turned around for a moment. «For what?»

«For you to change your mind.» Oh decided, stipling his fingertips together and smiling nervously at her.

«Urgh! Come on.»

Oh whimpered and turned yellow again, screwing his eyes shut and pushing himself forward. He was surprised to see that Tip wasn't scared the least, and it was actually kinda reassuring.

But he still could not decide if that meant the humanspersons were brave, or just plain stupid.

Well. He'd proven in Paris that at least Tip wasn't stupid; he'd shown that when the other Boovs laughed at her, he'd grabbed hold of the nearest object stuck to the ground.

He stopped abruptly when he saw a long stick at the ground. It looked like an Ithemba, a weapon the Boov used in the more early times, with a long handle and sharp, bowed tip. Quickly, he picked it up and held it tight in his grasp. It looked known, it was kinda reassuring, that too.

He offered it to Tip. Surely, she'd handled weapons before. He had not. It surprised him when she just took hold of it, so they were holding it together. For Boov, that meant much more then for humans.

Boov don't share things. If they do, it's very rare. When you decide to share something with someone, something that's not food or a place to sit or something, it means a strong sign of friendship. Boov are not capable of loving; it is physically impossible for them, and they use genes and DNA to create new Boovs, but they can have friends.

It's just very.

Very.

Rare.

But, Oh knew that humans often shared things, and pushed his undeniable hope away. Together they moved towards the Gorg-ship.

Suddenly, startling him, Tip roared and ran to the ship with the Ithemba held high over her head. She stopped abrubtly, and Oh could almost taste her surprise.

He, being too low to see anything, wondered what she was surprised over. She panted slightly and dropped the stick. «Heh. There's no pilot.»

Ah.

Jumping a little bit, Oh managed to see inside, and seeing she was right, he fell to the ground panting like he'd ran a marathon. «It is just a drone.»

«Hooo! That could have been badness!» he breathed, clutching the clothing over his chest, pointedly ignoring the looks Tip shot him. He found it kinda offending that she was amused of his fear, but he pushed it aside. «But we are not safety. Gorg mothership would be here soon enough.» he told her, and tried to climb up into the drone.

Flailing, he felt slightly embarrassed, but when Tip pushed him gently it disappeared as he saw the insides of the drone.

It was every Boovs wet dream. The Boov are a creative species, and all of them have at least basic knowledge of creation and technology. And this-! This was fantastic!

«Can you use any of this?» Tip interupted him, and he begun picking the drone apart.

«Broken.» he said, throwing a Qhuba over his shoulder, hoping Tip would dive away. «Useless.» He rolled his eyes and threw away an Imisa. Freezing slightly, his thoughts spun quickly and he created a few long seconds going through all opportunities.

No, using it to drive would not help any of them. «May cause terma nuclear fiction.» he mumbled absently and got rid of the Lula with a heavy heart. It would be great to have one; they made it simpler to drive and control the ships.

He froze when he got sight of what he was only hoping to find. He shrieked, pulling loose the item and had a spontanous JoX (Joyful exclamation, got the name from SmekXD), dancing around Tip and laughing.

«Uhhh… whoah whoah whoah! What is it?» she asked. Feeling her confusion, Oh tried to calm down and took deep breaths.

«It is Gorg super-chip!» he yelled, and then it began again.

Those were rare. And complicated to make.

«Why is it called 'super-chip'?» Tip asked, laughter clear in her voice and eyes.

«Uh- it is mostly marketing. But! it is key for Gorg are having better machines that are stronger and better at everything so we can never fight them with equaltood!» he explained quickly.

The Slushious would be the most bad-ass flying car the world had ever seen!

«Can you use it to fix Slushious?» Tip asked, as if reading his minds.

And when Oh answered «Yes! Yes, the Slushious will fly again.», her joy was overwhelming though she did not show it more then a little happy dance.

He had a minor JoX attack, but when he looked up again, Tip was watching him with a taunting look, her arms crossed over her chest, half-smirk in place and one eyebrow higher then the other.

In a short moment he was confused, but then it hit him.

He'd run towards danger, even though the chances of succes were below fifty percent. He'd succeeded.

He understood everything now.

He smiled sheepishly. «It was low probability of succes.» he said, and knew that Tip understood him.

«Some Boov you are.» she smirked, punching him playfully in the shoulder.

Yeah.

Some Boov I am.

He shot a quick glance up at the sky, and froze in shock. Gorg drones.

He gasped.

We have to get away.

Now!

«Quickly. We must fix the Slushious and find Mymom.» he said hurried, and begun walking back, stuffing the Gorg super-chip into his front pocket.

Tip sighed. «My mom.» she told him.

«That is the thing I said,» Oh smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. Really, he was just too lazy to stop saying it.

He was pushing juuust her right buttons.

«I knew this would all work out!» Tip smiled, and Oh rolled his eyes, playful smile on his lips.

Suuure.

He froze a brief moment when he remembered the primitive Ithemba. «I will returning.» he quickly told Tip, before he ran back before she could stop him. Using his Boovphone he quickly shrank the stick before stuffing both the now small Ithemba and his Boovphone into his pocket again.

And then he ran back again, to a confused Tip. She didn't ask him anything, but he knew she was suscpicious.

But that was fine.

He knew of a perfect gift to her.

-End Chapter Two-