trans_9 | Getting re-acquainted

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Getting re-acquainted

The news that his 'world'--or universe, rather--had been destroyed seemed to have little effect on a certain nineteen year-old member of the crew. Eerily so. But as far as Cale was concerned, his world had been destroyed long before by another 'all-powerful' alien species...the Drej. Earth was gone, blown apart by a species of pure energy. There was no 'home' for Cale. There was no 'world.' It was already gone. What remained of humanity had scattered amongst the stars, living in squalor and enduring the cruelty of racism from the other species they were forced to live among. They weren't people anymore but had become little more than beggars, living out of old rusted-out ship hulls that had been melded together to form drifter colonies.

Poverty-stricken and with no planet to call their own, the human race--at least that of Cale's universe--was dying. It was going to extinct. They were destined for history books and museums. So, the sting of his whole universe being wiped out seemed to have little effect on him. He showed no signs of sadness, betrayed not tears or anger. He, for all intents and purposes, was going about his business as usual.

Making his way through the ship, he wandered the halls, checking out the newly opened areas with an almost childlike curiosity and excitement. Each new area seemed to hold even more technological wonders behind its doors, wonders that Cale couldn't wait to get his hands and study to figure out how they worked.

He seemed to be distracted, for the moment, from the task of tracking down Leela and making sure she was all right, that she was still alive. Surely, if something had happened to her, someone would have said something to him by now.

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Asuka was wondering again. She had nothing better to do at the moment and getting to know the ship better seemed like a decent idea. PLus, no one would bother her. Not like she needed any of them anyway. Idiots. She paused, catching a flash of blond hair down one of the hallways. Curiously, she poked back around the corner. The young man walked past seemed vaguely familiar. Hadn't he been here before?

"Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?" she asked, completely ignoring that she was doing the exact same thing.

Cale turned around upon hearing the voice only to spot a young woman poking her head around a corner. "I could ask you the same thing," he answered, dodging her question for the moment. No, he wasn't supposed to be wandering around by himself, those were the rules. Sadly, Cale had never been one for following anyone's rules.

Asuka snorted and slipped out, clad (as per usual, these days) in a sundress. Remarkably similar to the one she'd had at home, actually. She settled her hands on her hips looking up at Cale with a smirk, "I can handle myself. I don't need someone following me around."

"Yeah, sure you can," Cale scoffed and rolled his eyes at her. "Which totally explains why you're following me around."

"I'm not following you, I just ran into you. I don't need to follow some guy around for entertainment," she snapped back.

"Uh-huh," Cale replied, folding his arms across his chest proudly. An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Probably because you're a typical man," Asuka shot back, folding her arms across her chest in response. On, look they're mirroring each other. She shook her head.

"If I wanted to follow you, I wouldn't bother sneaking either."

"Oh yeah? Well, I suppose if you're not following me then that means you're not copying me now either, huh?" he countered, making a point to glance down at her crossed arms.

Asuka looked only slightly flustered (OK, it's Asuka; a lot flustered) as her hands shot to her sides and balled into fists, "I wasn't copying you either, moron!"

"Were, too."

Ok, now he was just having fun with her. If she was always this easily flustered, Cale may have just found the thing that was going to entertain him for the next few days.

"Shut up, mop-head!"

Well, to be honest, she is. She's got a huge ego and a chip on her shoulder. So, have fun Cale. Have fun.

For a few moments, he simply stood there with his amused grin plastered to his face while he enjoyed the feeling of being able to get under this girl's skin almost as much as he got under Leela's. It was a familiar feeling, almost too similar in a way.

"Name's Cale," he finally said, extending a hand to her.

Asuka glared at him for a moment longer, half wanting to smack that stupid grin off of his face. However prudence and a healthy fear of Stacy's tentacles won out and she hesitantly reached out to shake his hand. Her mood perked a bit as she introduced herself though, "Asuka Langley Soryu, elite pilot!"

"Elite pilot? What, am I supposed to be impressed?" And there comes the teasing, again. If Asuka wanted to smack him, she wouldn't be the first nor would she likely be the last. She would, however, have to get in line.

"You should be. It's probably more worthwhile then anything you've ever done in your life," she retorted. She can handle trading insults when it comes to skill. At least for now.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm pretty darn 'elite' myself," Cale answered with a smug expression. Yes, Asuka, this teenager thinks very highly of himself.

"Oh yeah?" Asuka challenged the older boy, arching up on tiptoes to stare at him haughtily, "And what have you done that's so great?"

"I'm Cale," he said very matter-of-factly.

"Yeah? And what have you done besides being born, idiot?"

Asuka hated people like this. Probably because they were competition.

"Ummmm...," Cale said, scratching the back of his head as he tried to think fast on his feet and come up with an impressive lie. "...yeah, I got nothin."

Asuka smirked, hands settling on her hips again, "I knew it! I knew you were all talk!"

She jabbed a finger at him, "Next time, actually have something worth talking about before you shoot your mouth off!"

"Uh...my planet blew up," Cale blurted out suddenly. Hey, if he couldn't get her to lighten up by impressing her, maybe sympathy would work. Maybe....

"All of our worlds got blown up!" She retorted. That doesn't really cut it any more. Sorry, Cale.

"Yeah...right," he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He'd forgotten about that little bit. "I guess that doesn't count anymore...."

Leela was running around the halls herself. Yes, running, for the exercise. It was exercise for her precog, too, tearing through the halls and needing to know when to dodge other people or bound over them like human hurdles.

That's exactly what she does, there's a jump, her hands on his shoulders, a flip, and then she's ahead of him, skidding to a stop, and about to start running against, except--except...

She turns so quickly she nearly trips, and stops, staring at him.

It comes back. The memory of him comes back, now that she sees him again. Now, one would think that this would prompt her to go running over into his arms, but there's something else she has to do first. It involves shaking her fist at the ceiling.

"YOU *%$#-SUCKING, MOTHER-#&%*ING #$^&Y PIECE OF #$*%. HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FORGET HIM, YOU STUPID #$@#%$$ %$#%$#% !@#!@#! I'M GONNA TEAR OUT YOUR #@%$%ing COMPUTER #$%# AND MAKE YOU @#@%& IT!"

She...knows a lot of curse words. And really, her first reaction to quite a few things is anger. Sure, she missed you Cale, without realizing it, but she has to make GLaDoS eat her own #$%# first for making her forget you in the first place.

Now, Cale is hit with a series of emotions, not everything all at once but in a sequence. It starts with surprise at seeing Leela suddenly come bounding over him and sense of relief that she is, in fact, all right. But as the shouting and the words 'YOU *%$#-SUCKING, MOTHER-#&%*ING #$^&Y PIECE OF #$*%' come bounding out of her mouth, that pleasant surprise suddenly become worry--for his own safety. He wasn't sure what the heck he had done, aside from disappear (even though he couldn't help that), that would have Leela hurling names at him on sight.

Then came more relief the moment he realize that it wasn't him she was shouting at but, rather, the computer that had abducted him.

But as she ranted, that relief gave way to amusement and, dare he say it, flattery. A cocky smirk gradually began to tug at Cale's lips as he stared at an obviously enraged Leela.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you kinda missed me," he said. He was gonna get his butt kicked. He knew it.

Well, he was going to get his butt knocked to the floor, certainly, but that's from the body-tackle that comes after she's done yelling at GLaDoS. You know, the one where she knocks his ass to the floor and starts kissing him.

"I forgot you. Bitch made me forget you," she says in between kisses. "How could I forget you? You're an asshole, but you're one of my favorite assholes."

Awww, ain't she just sweet?

The 'oof' sound that come from Cale as Leela tackled him to the ground and knocked the wind out of him had no more than passed his lips and the girl was kissing him like it was the last time she'd ever kiss him again.

"Wow...that's...I mean...," he tried to say between Leela's smothering kisses. Not that he was knocking it. No way in Heeeell was he knocking it.

"Aw heck," he said, giving up on trying to talk to her. No. Talking was a waste of time. Not when you had hot girl all over you. Grabbing a hold of her waist, Cale rolled them over so that Leela was on the ground with him on top...for once.

Stacy can suck it if she tries to swat them away from each other. They still have clothes on, right?

They're making out on a floor in the hallways, but they at least still have clothes on.

"You--you are never--" she says in between kisses. "--allowed to disappear like that--again. Just so you know."

"Mmmph--mmat--mmmmt," Cale tried to answer. But with the way Leela was kissing him, he couldn't get a word in. Not that he was going to complain. Heeellll friggin' no he wasn't gonna complain! Unfortunately, there was this thing called breathing that was kind of important. He had to force himself to do it but, finally, Cale broke the kiss and straightened his arms, pulling himself away from Leela, and up into a push-up position.

"I don't know, if this is what I'm gonna come back to every time, I might have to disappear a little more," he said with grin.

She whacks him on the shoulder in response to that. Note: the kissing doesn't stop, however.

Cale grinned as he kissed her back. However, a tiny thought popped its way into his head and slowly, but stubbornly, forced its way to the foreground. Something was off. There was something different. And, for several moments, he couldn't put his finger on it. But when it hit him, it hit him hard. He and Leela were kissing. Nothing new, no. But they were kissing, on the ground, with him on top of her, pawing at each other, in the middle of the hallway.

"Whoa?" he said, suddenly breaking away again. "Why isn't she stopping us?"

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