Hey guys! The next part to my series is finnaly up! (I bet you're exited!) SOrry the last y ne was so short. This one's almost that short, too, so please don't hurt me!
Author's notes:
Disclaimer: Don't own the charecters. If you sue me, you'll only get a really angery lawyer, 'cause I have no mola!
And without furthur ado, here is scene 2!
The ebony-haired girl awoke with a start. She sat up quickly causing the cold compress that had been on herforehead to slip onto her lap. Observing her surroundings with deep blue eyes, she stared at the huge feather-down bed she was tucked into. The room itself was cheery, with a warm yellow paint on the walls, and two huge windows on each side of the bed.
The girl, confused as to where she was, flipped up the covers and tried to struggled to her feet, but was interrupted by a soothing voice.
"I don’t think that’s wise," a soft voice said from behind her. The teen turned jumpily behind her, only to see the kind face of the blonde woman who had graciously saved her. She was sitting on a small chair by the bed. "Where am I?" the youth demanded. "And who are you?" She put her hands on her hips in a defiant, yet ready, stance.
Relena, being a skilled diplomat, knew how to handle this possibly volatile situation.
"You are in my home," she explained. "My name is Relena Peacecraft, and after you collapsed in the street, I convinced the police to let you stay here with me."
The girl was humbled somewhat. and sat back into the bed against the pillows. "Thank you,"she replied. "No one’s ever helped me before, besides my brother. Why did you?"
Relena took no time in answering this question.
"Because you asked me to."
The teen shook her head in amazement. < Is this woman really nice, or just plain stupid? What a fool, to trust a total stranger. It will be her downfall. >
Relena put her hand on the girl’s arm. Noticing the plain gold band on her left hand, the youth marveled at the woman who was evidently older than she appeared.
"Will you tell me your name?" the blonde asked soothingly.
< Oh, I hope I don’t screw this up. > The girl seemed to be thinking about this, and she looked Relena in the eyes, as if searching for an answer. "My name," she said, "Is Kaitlyn." Then, with no prompting from the other woman, her story spilled out.
"I grew up on L1 colony. When I was little, my parents were killed in an OZ raid, and my older brother took care of me. He was eight and I was six when he suddenly disappeared. I grew up on the streets after that, scrounging on whatever I could find to get by. I stole, cheated, and once even hacked into an OZ mainframe to survive. When I got older, I had only one mission-to find my older brother. I figured that if I came to Earth to search, maybe my chances would be better. The resources here are far greater that on the colonies."
Relena listened to Kaitlyn with a small, sympathetic smile on her faced throughout the monologue, but was studying the girl’s passionate face intently. Her profile was so familiar, but she couldn’t place it. It was nagging at the back of her mind for the two and a half days that the girl had lain sleeping and motionless.
The beeping sound of her pager broke the train of her thoughts and she reached into her bag to silence the contraption. Relena stood and parted with Kaitlyn, claiming an emergency meeting of some sort had been called. Over shoulder, Relena offered,
"I will gladly help you in the search for your brother. Please feel free to use any resources in my home."
But Kaitlyn was already fast asleep, with one arm cradling her head. That also struck Relena as familiar, made a mental note of it, and departed for the meeting with thoughts of her next project-helping Kaitlyn.