The day seemed to be starting as all days did: they hid from the Spider-crab that prowled the streets of their village, inside the few buildings that stood, amid the alien plants that had taken root all around. Rashid called out briefly, but he was silenced just as swiftly by his grandfather. None of them truly knew if the Spider-crabs they faced would be able to hear them if they spoke in more than hushed whispers, but not a one of them was eager to find that out for themselves.

The signal was given, and the bombs that had been placed inside the pit traps set up around the village went off, dropping the ground out from beneath the monster and leaving it to fall into the special glue that had been mixed to hold it.

"It worked!" he called, having never seen one of their traps in action before this day.

"Quickly, to the pit!" Grandfather directed the trappers who worked to defend their village. "Hurry!"

He followed the trappers to the nearby pit that they had prepared to hold the Spider-crab, and saw that the creature had fallen into the specially made glue that covered the bottom of the pit in a layer thick enough to hold even such a huge creature as that one fast. As the trappers discussed the matters of their trap and whether it would hold the beast or not, and if so for how long, Rashid found himself wondering about a far more simple matter.

"Why don't we simply kill the Spider-crab, Grandfather? Instead of using a trap?"

"Our weapons are the reason for this, Rashid," Grandfather said, and he turned away from the beast struggling in the pit that had been prepared for it. "These monsters are too strong for mere bullets to harm them. But, as long as the creature is trapped here, then we are safe for a time."

"I see," watching as the Spider-crab in the pit struggled in the glue that held it fast. "Then we wait for the savior in red. "

"What do you mean?" Grandfather asked, turning to look down at him.

"They all talk about the savior in red; how he can destroy the Spider-crabs with help from no one."

"They always tell such stories," Grandfather said, not sounding impressed. "They lie."

"I heard this from someone who saw it with their very own eyes!" he exclaimed.

"Then this person lied to you, my grandson. There is no savior, in red or any other color, who can protect us from them," Grandfather said, with all of the wisdom that his age had granted him; still, Rashid did not want to believe such a thing. "Ever since these monsters came down from the Space Ring, people have wanted to have a protector, but there is no one. We must ourselves be strong."

"Yet if there really is a red savior, Grandfather, then we wouldn't have to fear the Spider-crabs; the village would be safe." He continued watching the Spider-crab as it struggled to free itself from the glue in the pit. "It's as they say; our savior is the Teknoman. Though I have heard some people call him Slade, and others Saber. It is odd, but I believe in the red savior, all the same."

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When he'd heard that kid and his grandpa talking about the Wonder Twins, Ringo had almost had to smile. Sure, the stories might've gotten a bit garbled in the telling, but that was probably just because it'd been a good couple months – or a bad couple, depending on how you looked at it – since all of the Space Knights had been together. People this far out from the action probably didn't have much of a way to find out just who all of the people were who kept them safe from the Radam's constant barrage of attacks. Well, at least as safe as anyone could be in this world, anyway.

And sure, it did kind of suck that Slade and Saber were starting to get confused with each other this far out, but that was what tended to happen when people were out of the loop.

The kid walked past him, as Ringo went to take a look down at the trapped Spider-crab. It was a bit of a coup, seeing normal people taking down one of Darkon's pets, but he had to admit that this didn't look all too safe from where he was standing. Having one of these things out in the open, even though it looked trapped in that pit that'd been set up, was bound to attract others just like it; even if only because of that shriek they all make when they were attacking.

Turning away, Ringo made his way deeper into the village. The heat was staring to get to him, so he was going to find a nice, shady patch – hard as that might have been in a desert like this place – to take a bit of a rest. Of course, just catching some rest wasn't the most pressing thing on his mind; there was always the chance that those crazy kids of theirs had stopped off here.

They'd have needed to find some place to stay, since the Command Center had been totaled by Spear and his little wrecking crew.

Finding his way into the shade of a line of mostly-intact buildings, Ringo settled down to take what rest he could. He watched idly as some of the other villagers came and settled themselves down, too, once they'd gotten what they needed from the power plant hidden underneath the village. That was another reason he thought their boys might have been here: no matter how desolate it might have looked, any place with a power generator was pretty much inviting Spider-crabs to hate notice of it.

And, for the most part, where you found Spider-crabs, you usually found the Wonder Twins handing them their shelled butts.

Leaning back against the cool wall of the building whose shade he was sitting in, Ringo let himself breathe a bit easier. Sure, it hadn't exactly been a picnic looking for those kids of theirs in every tent city and small village they'd passed, and trying to keep the Green Earth fueled while they were searching kind of cut into the time they could spend looking, but none of the Space Knights were about to give up so easily.

It might not have been easy, but those kids of theirs were Space Knights too, and no one who wasn't a complete idiot could deny the fact that everyone on Earth would have been a lot worse off if they didn't have the Wonder Twins to spearhead their defense.

"I see you are new to the village, my friend," the old man, who seemed to be the leader around this place, said with that calming tone that all leaders seemed to have. "You are not the first, nor will be the last, to journey here. All who come here come seeking the power that we still have, but since the monsters came, we are willing to share."

The kid was the one who got up, though; offering him a canteen with a wide smile on his face. "Excuse me, sir? Are you thirsty? Would you like to have a drink?"

Ringo made a soft noise of agreement, but just as he had reached for the canteen the kid was offering to him, the ground shuddered and the all-too-familiar roaring shriek of a Spider-crab sounded. Should have known today was going too well.

The kid and his grandpa, knowing just how things worked in this kind of situation, took off running. Ringo followed along with them, wanting to make sure the two of them at least got to safety; because as soon as they did that, he was going to double-back and deal with that crab-legged creepazoid. The kid's grandpa really seemed to know what he was doing, which fit with the way this place had managed to keep together in the middle of the desert with a power station of all things; but that Spider-crab wasn't going to break pursuit just because these people were fast.

"Keep going, I'll cover you!"

"We cannot do that."

"Do it anyway!" he shouted; the kid's grandpa might only be worrying about him, but if he let the guy lead a Spider-crab back to whatever shelter these people used to weather Spider-crab attacks, he'd never forgive himself.

Drawing his pistol, he aimed for the thing's five eyes and fired a few shots to get the twisted space crustacean's attention. Firing and running, and more than a few times having to dodge the thing's pointed legs as it tried to step on him, Ringo was able to draw the Spider-crab back and away from whatever shelter those people were going to be using to hide out from the Radam's army of space crabs.

"Here I am! Come and get me!" he fired some more, drawing the Spider-crab back further; back toward the abandoned building where he'd stored his Tekno-suit. "Come on, ya blue-plate special!"

Running into the remains of the building, beyond the still barely-intact arch that must have been the remains of another building judging from all the rubble inside it, Ringo pulled the cloth he was wearing on his head down just that little bit more to shield his eyes from all of the dust and debris thrown up by the Spider-crab as it charged after him. He could, just barely, make out the blue-on-white form of the Tekno-suit he had stored here for when he'd inevitably need it.

It might not have had the sheer, overwhelming power that either of the Wonder Twins could bring down on these things, but then dealing with these things you really didn't need the same kind of power you'd have needed to face down a Teknoman.

Firing his Z-tron gun at the Spider-crab as it continued attacking, Ringo breathed a bit easier when he blew one of the thing's legs clean off. Sure, one less leg might seem to be much of a coup with how fuck-off huge these things were, but once you'd been fighting them for long enough, you got real good at recognizing their structural weaknesses when you saw them.

Of course, what he saw next was a hell of a lot more threatening than any Spider-crab; even the fact that he was facing a whole swarm of their flying-types wasn't nearly as gut-clenchingly terrifying as the two armored figures – one big and stocky, the other small and lithe – standing on top of that one-eyed flying purple platform that Spear had always seemed to ride around on.

"You're right, that's not a Teknoman," the familiar, deep voice of the Teknoman whose name he'd learned was Axe, said. "That's just some poor, pathetic sap trying to imitate a Teknoman. It's almost a waste of time, stopping to deal with it."

"If you fight as well as you talk, this might be a challenge!" he called back; sure, this was probably the stupidest thing he could be doing, but there were people here he had to protect. "But I kinda doubt it!"

Axe laughed again. "Are you really so arrogant as to think you can face the teacher, when you haven't even defeated one of my students? Speaking of which: Sam?"

That pint-sized thug leaped down from that flying, one-eyed purple platform, landing on one knee with his armored right fist buried in the ground. The kid – much as Ringo might not have liked thinking about it, this was still a kid he was facing – got back to his feet with the same, practiced-looking smoothness that every Teknoman seemed to have, and Ringo had only a few moments to wonder if it was really true that Axe had taught every one of the Teknomen – Slade and Saber included – how to fight, before the little thug broke out into a dead-run and body-slammed him through the wall of the building they'd both been fighting in front of.

Groaning as he forced himself back to his feet, Ringo found himself almost immediately yanked up and off said feet, hoisted up and over the little Tekno-thug's head, and pile-driven into the ground with a force that Ringo could only be grateful hadn't crushed his skull or broken his spine. Struggling back to his feet, Ringo panted harshly for only a few moments before he was forced to raise his arms to block the sudden barrage of kicks the little thug was aiming at him.

The sight of that kid running up to him, where he'd been knocked back from what felt like having a steam-piston slammed into his head, chilled Ringo's blood over even the sight of that pint-sized thug Axe called his student coming for him; after all, he'd only been risking his own life, before. Having this kid mixing it up with that pint-sized thug in the armor – whose name he'd have really liked to know, so he could stop thinking of him as just a kid named Sam already – aside from giving him the cold shakes just thinking about what'd probably happen to him, meant there was one more variable in this fight.

Because, small as that pint-sized thug in the armor was, this was still a Teknoman they were talking about here.

"What're you doing out here, kid? Go back!"

Before the kid could say one more word, that pint-sized Tekno-thug had grabbed him by the neck and hauled him into the air. Ringo could feel the air leaving his lungs, as he looked at the kid as he struggled in the armored grip of that damned Radam Teknoman.

"Let the kid go!" he shouted, knowing it was probably a futile gesture but needing to do something, all the same. "This fight's between you and me, remember?!"

He could have sworn he heard the little Tekno-thug scoffing, but what happened next wasn't remotely what he'd been expecting: the little Tekno-thug leaped up and flew into the air, just as a wide, emerald beam slammed into the spot where he'd been standing just a second ago. A very familiar wide, emerald beam.

Grinning under his helmet as he looked up to the sky, tracking the beam back to its source, and wondering for a long moment just why it was only Slade who'd fired, Ringo squinted into the sun for a moment before the polarized lenses of his Tekno-suit's visor were able to compensate and give him a clear view of just what he knew he'd be seeing. And sure enough, there they were: the Wonder Twins and Pegas, all three of them backlit by the sun.

It was as dramatic an entrance as anyone could ask for, and for a few moments Ringo couldn't help thinking that that was the point.

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(Saber, go and help that kid down there,) Slade said, just the way Saber had been expecting him to after what they'd both seen. (I'll deal with Axe and his Spider-crabs.)

(Sure thing, big brother,) he said, leaping lightly down from Pegas' back to land in a spray of crushed, broken rock just behind Rapier and the kid he was currently strangling.

Grabbing the smaller Teknoman's right arm, just above the hand he was using to hold – not strangle, at least not yet – that kid up by the neck, Saber squeezed and brutally twisted that arm as he forced Rapier to release his hold. The evil Teknoman turned to look back at him over his narrow right shoulder.

(Cain, how could you be so cruel?)

Barely suppressing an enraged snarl at the sullen glow of those evil red eyes, Saber whipped Rapier through the air and slammed him into the rocky ground had enough to leave a fairly good impression of Rapier's armored body in said ground. Ignoring the pained sounds that the evil Teknoman was making – it was so much easier to tell himself that this wasn't Sam when they were both in armor – Saber slammed another punch into the center of Rapier's back, just below his thrusters, to keep the evil Teknoman down.

Slade's warning shout came almost on the heels of Axe's shoulder-tackle, though he knew his older twin had probably meant to call out before that, so Saber found himself knocked into a crater of his own by the charging form of the larger evil Teknoman.

(We aren't finished here, Axe!)

(Actually Slade, we are. But don't worry, I'm sure we'll meet again soon!)

With that Axe, with the smaller form of Rapier cradled in his arms – Saber tried not to remember those times when their dad had carried Sam to bed – flew off on the same type of creature that Spear had always used to travel when he'd been the one that the two of them were facing. Getting back to his feet, Saber looked to where Slade was standing, his older twin still staring up at the sky where Axe had made his escape from.

Shaking his head, Saber turned to look at Ringo. Their old comrade seemed to be recovering his equilibrium as well as anyone could ask for under the circumstances. His armored helmet was off, retracted back so that it stuck up at the back of his head.

"Thanks, Ringo," Slade said, and Saber could tell that his older twin was smiling under his helmet.

"Yeah; you did good out there, considering," he said, offering his own, unseen smile to his and Slade's fellow Space Knight.

"I have not ever seen anything like that!" the kid he'd rescued from becoming Rapier's latest victim crowed. "You saved our village, you saved our power! You saved us." The kid turned to face him straight-on, and Saber saw him smile wider. "And you, you saved me! I had not thought that there would be two saviors in red, but I suppose it does explain why those I have heard these tales from would sometimes speak of a Teknoman Slade, and other times of a Teknoman Saber. But, if I may ask, which one of you is which?"

"I'm Slade, and this is my twin brother, Saber," Slade introduced them both.

"The introductions are nice and all," Ringo said, calling pretty much everyone's attention to him, which seemed to be what he'd been aiming for in the first place. "But don't you think you're forgetting something, Saber?"

He chuckled softly. "Yeah, you're probably right."

After all, it was always best to transform back when you had a chance to, rather than waiting until you were forced to.

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He wondered for a few moments just what Teknoman Saber had been discussing with the man that was so clearly his friend, when suddenly Teknoman Saber began glowing. He had only a moment to wonder why one of the saviors in red would glow with a blue light brighter than the desert sky, when the form of Teknoman Saber vanished into that same light. Rashid only had to blink three times, then he found a young man – beardless, with the unlined face of a youth who seemed not even to have reached his prime – standing in the place that had been occupied by the Teknoman Saber.

"I think you'd be better off getting out of that suit of yours too, Slade," the man who had tried to save them all before their saviors in red had arrived – the man who seemed to be trying to protect them even as the saviors in red protected the Earth – said, and Teknoman Slade nodded his armored head.

"Yeah, you are probably right."

He heard Teknoman Slade thanking the man, whose name he learned was Ringo, but by then Rashid had returned his attention to the Teknoman Saber. Or, the youth who wore the armor of the Teknoman Saber. Ringo seemed to use both his and Slade's names as though they were those that they had been given by their parents, though Rashid did not know of anyone who would give such names to their own children.

"Hey there," the Teknoman Saber said, his voice more gentle than Rashid had ever heard from one who did not live in their village.

"Hello," he said, looking up into the pale, unlined face of the man who wore the armor of the Teknoman Saber. Reaching out for his hand, Rashid smiled as the Teknoman Saber crouched down so that he could more clearly see the bright, blue eyes of the youth who had chosen to offer himself in defense of those who could not defend themselves.

Reaching out to take the hand of the youth now crouching before him, Rashid saw the Teknoman's slight smile as he allowed his hand to be examined. The Teknoman's flesh, in clear contrast to the armor that he had been wearing, was as soft as it was pale. It also felt warmer to the touch than any other's that Rashid had felt in his life. With only a moment's pause, to see if the Teknoman Saber objected in any way to his actions, Rashid gently pressed his right hand against the unarmored Teknoman's right cheek.

The flesh there was as soft as that of the Teknoman's unarmored hands, and for a moment Rashid found himself wondering just how a youth with such soft flesh could bear the armor of one of the saviors in red. Then, when the youth who was clearly the twin of the one who crouched before him came up to stand by the side of his brother, and the Teknoman Saber himself rose smoothly back to his feet, Rashid realized that his grandfather and Ringo had likely been speaking even while he had been thinking of what he had newly learned of the saviors in red.

"So, have you guys finished bonding yet?" Ringo asked, the expression on his face one of gentle amusement.

Hearing the soft laughter, just as gentle as the tone of Ringo's voice, from the Teknoman Saber as he fell into line with his twin and his friend, Rashid looked back up into the sky-hued eyes of the dark-armored savior in red. "What do you think, Rashid?"

He was almost surprised to hear his own name spoken by the dark-armored savior in red, but then he realized that Grandfather had likely told one of them. "I think we have," he said, smiling up at the youth with sky-hued eyes who was the Teknoman Saber. "Thank you again, for helping to save our village, all of you," he continued, turning his gaze to take in the small group.

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After they'd said their goodbyes to that Rashid kid and his grandpa, Ringo couldn't help but look back at Saber. It was so weird, seeing him without the Space Knight uniform that he'd pretty much come to expect both of their boys to be wearing. Still, it was always a possibility that he'd lost his uniform sometime during his and Slade's travels. Though that did beg the question of how Slade had managed to hold onto his uniform.

Still, they could worry about all that stuff later; right now, he was just happy to see the two of them again.

"It's good to see you boys again," he said, reaching out to shake first Slade's hand and then Saber's.

"Yeah, it's good to be seen," Slade said, as Saber grinned.

"After so many months, none of us were quite sure what to think," he admitted; since Saber's whole clothing situation, amusing as it was, wasn't particularly relevant he wasn't going to bring it up. "We didn't know where you boys had ended up. None of our contact-points got any word, or anything, why didn't either of you leave us any word? Even just one message, to let us know how you were doing?"

"We've been hunting Axe and Rapier for a long time," Saber said, the expression on his face becoming serious enough to match the one Slade was wearing. "We haven't been able to drive them to ground yet, but that's the idea."

Slade's eyes narrowed, that determined expression that Ringo had come to know so well from both their boys appearing again. "We've got to find a way to get the Radam off this planet; we're the only ones who can ensure the survival of the human race. Saber and I have to destroy Darkon; we have to get up to the Moon."

Still, there were a fair few issues with what he was saying. "In what?"

"Don't you worry about that, Ringo. Saber and I know where the base is, and we know how to get there."

"There are no spaceships; they were all destroyed. So you boys can't be planning to fly there."

Saber chuckled. "Actually, that's exactly what we've been planning."

"We're going to redirect the quantum-energy powers of a second teknocrystal; that's why we've been hunting Axe and Rapier: Saber and I need their crystals."

"Listen; you boys are a few tacos short of a combo-platter if that's what you're planning," he said.

"No, you listen; the last thing Shara did before she died was give us the location of Darkon's base!" Slade snapped, and Ringo winced slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, realizing that what he'd said had been insensitive as all hell. "I know how you boys felt about Shara, and I didn't mean any disrespect."

"l know," Slade said, as he and Saber both smiled. "I know you didn't."

Sighing as he turned to look back at the sunset, the clouds beginning to turn from gold to pale pink as the sun continued to sink lower. "What are we going to do now, though? What's this planet going to be like?"

"It's going to be better," Slade said, sounding just as sure as he ever had. "After we rebuild, it's going to be better."

"I guess you have a point, Slade. It's not like it could get much worse."

"Oh no, it could get worse," Saber said, the light, airy tone of his voice not matching the grim look on his face. "A lot worse," he continued, his tone finally matching the look on his face, as his blue eyes narrowed.

"Yeah; I guess I got to admit you've got a point there," he tried to smile, aiming to ease the tension that had settled over them like an unpleasantly thick blanket. "After all, we're all still alive, so it's not like we can't turn things around. Still," he turned a sidelong grin on Slade. "I have to admit, I never thought I'd find you being a cockeyed optimist."

Slade's smile looked more reflective than he'd ever seen the kid wear; before or after those little mind-blowing revelations that Shara had convinced their boys to share. "It's been an interesting couple of months," was all Slade seemed willing to say on that particular matter, though, since the expression on his face became one of worry when he turned to look at Ringo again. "Did everyone else make it out all right?"

Serious as the question might have been, Ringo found that he couldn't resist a bit of teasing. "Are you asking about the Space Knights in general, or are you interested in someone in particular?"

He got the feeling, after seeing the look on the kid's face, that the only reason Slade wasn't blushing was because the kid didn't want to look like an idiot in front of Saber; Saber, who was already smirking at him in that knowing way that only brothers who were particularly close could pull off. Deciding to show some mercy, before Slade could start his usual flustered quasi-stuttering and Saber could inevitably rib him into submission, Ringo grinned.

"Come on, I'll show you where we've gotten set up for the night."

"Thanks," both twins said, their voices overlapping in that way that people who knew each other well could do when they spoke.

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The approaching night had truly fallen by the time they made it into sight of the tank that Ringo had told them their fellow Space Knights were staying in, but you couldn't have told it by him. It still looked like dusk as far as he was concerned; still, there were some advantages to what the Radam had done to him. Smirking slightly as he heard Maggie and Tina – talking about fried potatoes, of all things – Saber moved forward.

"I don't know, they might not look the best, but I'm sure they'll taste good if you prepare them right," he said, smiling just a bit wider as Maggie turned to look at him. "Evening, Mags."

Finding himself pulled abruptly forward into an almost bruising lip-lock, Saber allowed his jaw to relax as Maggie gently nudged him to open his mouth. As he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, Maggie slipped her own around her shoulders and the two of them held each other closer. He'd been wondering what would happen, what they were all going to do now that the main force behind the Space Knights were all back together, but none of that seemed particularly important right at this moment.

He'd had few enough perfect moments in his life, so for right now Saber was determined to savor the one he'd found.

Soon enough, though, the lack of oxygen forced the two of them apart, and Saber smiled once more as he and Maggie faced each other. "It's nice to know you missed me."

"It's great to have you back," she said, and he felt her hands running through his hair. "After the last couple months, I didn't quite know what to think. I mean, we were all hoping to find you boys, but with no word at any of our contact points, I'm not ashamed to say that I'd been starting to fear the worst."

He sighed; there might've been reasons why he and Slade had proceeded about things in the way they had, but he didn't like making people worry about him. "Sorry; I know it might not explain everything, but Slade and I had something we needed to take care of."

"You mind telling me about it?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

He smiled softly. "It's a long story; you mind if I tell it over dinner?"

Maggie laughed, just as softly. "Well, all right. But, just for making me worry for so long, you have to help out with dinner."

"I suppose that's a fair price," he said, turning to the table that had had their meal-in-the-making-spread out on top of it.

Picking up one of the knives that had been neatly laid on the table, as though waiting for someone to pick it up and use it. For a moment, Saber was reminded of the times when Conrad would set out the food he was preparing, but he quickly put those memories aside. Now wasn't the time to think of the past; though all of the Space Knights probably knew by now just what he and Slade were having to deal with, Saber knew that dragging up the past like that wasn't healthy for a lot of reasons. He tried not to, but sometimes Saber would catch his thoughts drifting that way.

When Maggie planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips, Saber closed his eyes and smiled softly; here, now, was all he really needed.

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The three of them had started out walking together, but when Saber had seen Maggie and Tina, he'd broke off just the way Slade had been expecting him to. Breathing deeply once he caught sight of Star, Slade could almost feel Ringo's knowing smirk behind him. At least he's not here to bug me about this, Slade mused, smiling slightly in fond amusement as he saw Saber and Maggie meeting up again.

"Hey, nice evening, isn't it?" he called, feeling a bit silly for doing so but not quite sure of how else to open this particular conversation.

Star, who'd been washing dishes at a camp sink when he'd first caught sight of her, turned to face him with an expression of such complete, joyful relief on her face that Slade found himself wishing for a few moments that he had found the time to contact her while he and Saber were hunting Rapier and Axe.

"Slade. I didn't think I'd ever see you again!" Star exclaimed, coming quickly over to meet with him.

"I… I'm sorry for worrying you," he said, wondering if she'd be willing to listen to his explanation for what he and Saber had been doing, or if they would just sound like excuses to her. "Saber and I, we had a lot of things we needed to do."

"I understand," Star said, and while he was happy to see her smiling the way she was, he still couldn't help but wonder if that was how she was really feeling. "After all these months, and everything that happened… well, I really didn't know what to think."

"Yeah," he muttered, looking down slightly as he saw Star covering the last few steps that separated the two of them. "I know just saying it doesn't really mean anything, but I really am sorry for worrying you the way I did."

"That's all in the past now, Slade," Star said, and Slade felt her arms wrapping around his waist. "I'm just so glad to have you back now."

"Yeah," he said, leaning his head against Star's own as he embraced her in turn. "I'm glad to be back."

Star turned back to him, and Slade wondered for a moment what she wanted. That is, he wondered until she kissed him gently on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, nothing like what he'd briefly glimpsed Saber and Maggie sharing over Star's left shoulder, but Slade still felt warmed by the thought that she'd even wanted to do that kind of thing with him. Even if he wasn't the best at talking to people, or even the most sensitive to other people's moods.

Well, not when those people weren't Saber, anyway.