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She went straight to the Sensoriums. Her feelings were all over the place, and she had to get away from people right now. She remembered all too well what happened to Alex when he lost Luna: she knew she had to find a way to take her aggression out. There was pain and self loathing and unspeakable things she was sorting through, but right now it was nothing but anger she was feeding on. She closed her eyes when she entered, concentrating on the enemies she;s fought while she'd been on the ship.

The Terminators. The T-Rex. The Nightmare King's monster minions. The traps Hal had laid for them. They came one at a time but Katara was ready, steeling herself to calmly maneuver out of the traps, to find a way to take down the terminator most efficiently, and those alone took more than a few hours. It was when she got to the nightmare King's minions, however, that Katara stopped being cautious. Now she ripped into them, stabbing at them with ice shards and freezing them on the spot before blowing through them, and slowly her determined face gave away to that of rage. As she started to remember their fights, their hugs, their talks, she switched to the Bene Gesserit fighting style, her hits were starting to get more serious, leaving many injured in her wake, though she received a few cuts herself. When she was done an hour later, it faded, all of it, and she was left in water, where she had heard Sokka once talk to Toph about how she'd been like a mother to her, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She let out a scream, primal and pained.

"WHY?! WHY BRING HIM HERE JUST TO TAKE HIM AWAY?! ALL THIS TIME, JUST TO TAKE HIM AND NOT HAVE AANG HERE AND MAKE ZUKO FORGET WHAT WE ALL DID?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?"

And she dissolved into tears here, the sun sinking into the clouds and leaving a dark, lonely pond.

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Quietly, for a moment, he sheds a tear. A tear of confusion, having never known such a life but of familiarity as well, having known the extermination of his species. He doesn't quite know what to say but instead, extends both arms to offer an embrace.

In return, he offers a memory of his own.

"Blood-Kin, this life-form is not Documented. How are we to -- " The younger twin was sternly silenced by his elder.
"The life-form is here. You can hear, touch, see, perceive and know him, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then he is real. He exists. And he must have a Calling, as we that are Documented do."
Lugh'ad protested only once, pointing out that the legal courts could not admit someone existed without Documentation. Still, the twins had come to an agreement and that night, when the suns set, they retrieved the then-unnamed Renne and they journeyed to a secret grove ofbanfa'al trees.

And there, Renne found his name.

Ah, family. Billy absorbs Katara's thoughts, getting to know the man he'd never had a chance to meet on the ship. Their life had been rough (whose hadn't on this ship, really) but they had each other to rely on. That was enough, and he has to agree: it's incredibly cruel of Stacy to tear them apart again.

At Renne's familiar memory, Billy smiles. He knows something or other of the Documentation, and for a brief second he feels that illogical merging of their consciousness all over again. He wonders if Katara will ever experience that in detail---maybe he should suggest it.

But for the moment, Billy feels compelled to share a memory of his own. I don't have biological siblings, and my parents were always somewhat distant. No one knew me as well as the other Rangers, he thinks, calling them up one by one. Jason, always behind him with an encouraging word. Zack, two dance steps ahead with an unbreakable smile. Trini, waiting peacefully at his side. Kimberly, breathing life into everything they did. Tommy, courageously moving on from his past and pulling them forward. Zordon and Alpha, providing advice and cracking the occasional joke (mostly Alpha. He still didn't quite understand human culture).

He'd only known Rocky, Aisha, and Adam for a few months before the end of their world, but the three had started to influence him in their own ways. Everyone had always been there with advice and support where his family could never be.

And, of course, there's the current family right in front of him. He smiles for them.

Now she had even more of a reason for being grateful for their appearance: they could see Sokka for who he was, for all of the things that made him so amazing as a sibling. What she hadn't expected, but was just as grateful for, was the memories of her Bonded too.

Renne's came to her in a sort of yellow white color: it was as if that moment were a point with Renne that was a very bright part in his life. She could see that it was when the imp started to really form the active part of his life. She smiled, holding her smaller bonded tight.

When Billy's came, it was a little different: she could see swirls of different colors here, and she felt the different strengths and attributes of all of the different rangers. Even though she didn't have their strengths, she could actually feel what each of them had brought to their group. She breathed in, and held Billy's hand now.

And now she sent out a memory of her own: the first time she bonded with them, when Goliath and Jamie had been with them. While the latter two were not as bright in color as the other two, they shone nonetheless, and reflected colors all over the three. They could feel the elation and the joy in being with her friends, soon to be her bonded.

Flushing a little, the oddity gives each of his Bondeds a nuzzle, then sends Billy a little thread that 'feels' like I understand. He does in a way, understand distant parental relations, what with being legally the equivalent stillborn.

Still, the sharing brings a reverence out of him as a tiny thought turns into an idea, then a plot in and of itself. With one more nuzzle, the creature crawls carefully out of the house to another part of the Sensorium chamber. Indeed, they have and can share their own memories, but making memories together now and in the future...that too, could be rejuvenating.

Plus, he has a little surprise.

It's amazing what a small thread of happiness can do. Billy sends them both a distinct feeling of gratitude that then fades into puzzlement. What on earth is Renne doing now?

"He's plotting for us again," Billy whispers with a shake of the head. After a moment passes, he motions to Katara and sets off after their fuzzy blue friend.

Does she really have a choice? Katara followed Billy, taking his hand.

"What are we going to do?"

Hello, you two. Meet a very LARGE pile of pillows, cushions and blankets. And a rather nice spread of fruits, salads and light tea-broths. A little ways off from that is a little campfire with a ring of sitting-rocks around it.

And the obligatory marshmallows, already skewered.

The hand grasping his receives a gentle rub to the knuckles. As they step out and see the pampering-grounds set up, Billy grins and starts to wade through the fluff.

One of his hands reaches for a blanket, tempted to wrap it around him and hed out toward the fire-pit. But he'll wait to watch Katara first---it's about her today.

Katara couldn't help but stare in awe. It all looked so amazing, and Renne had taken all this time to do this for them. She flushed, and matched Billy's wading. She wanted to hug him, but was already bee-lining for the marshmallows.

She couldn't help it: she loved them.

She wrapped the blanket around Billy, grinning. "You good?"

"Hee."

Giggle-chirp. He's by the fire already and turning his 'mallow into a perfectly roasted, charred-black on the outside/almost liquefied sugar-goo on the inside treat.

"Is fohrrr Bee ahn-d Tarrr-Tarrr. Rrrr-enne do Pam-purrr yeu naow."

Ah, there they are mothering again. Billy tilts his head curiously as he clutches the blanket, scooping up a stick and starting the roast.

"This is another bonding activity you'll adjust to," Billy starts to explain to Katara. "Pamperings, sometimes weekly. Renne really enjoys it."

Katara shook her head. "That's usually my job. I guess I'm going to have to get used to the fact that there will be someone else willing to do it for me."

She was already at the fire now, turning he marshmallow into liquid and sandwiching it between chocolate and graham cracker. "I could get used to this."

"Eee. Rrrr-enne pam-purrrr yeu whe-n yeu wahn-t."

Or need. Oh, and Billy? He's giving you that look that says "Watch it or I'll make it a daily event".

Billy catches the look and ducks his head with some embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" He knows all about the comfort offered when needed.

Focusing back on the fire, he pulls the blanket tighter around him and waits. It takes too long for his liking, but it's eventually done, allowing him to nibble quietly.

Katara watched, amused by their exchanged. she had to admit it to herself: she considered them brothers of a sort, not like Sokka but like something different, still precious and treasured because of how they made her feel. She toasted her marshmallow perfectly and took another bite.

"Thank you Renne," she said, smiling. "Billy. I'm glad you guys are here when I need you."

"Heee, Sil-lee Bee. Rrrr-enne noh be mad."

Billy gets a purring nuzzle. Then, after polishing off his melted/charred 'mallow, Katara gets the same. A nuzzle.

"Is wha-t we do, is Bond. Noh leave no-bo-dee be-hind."

"Right. No one's left behind or forgotten." At this point, he wonders if he should do the hands thing with them, but their marshmallows would likely get in the way. Billy chooses to settle down with a smile and one last marshmallow.

Life's not too bad, really. It's warm and comfortable here, if only for a little while.

Katara, feeling Billy's comfort faintly, gave him a thumbs up and sat cross legged, smelling the simulated air and the background noise of crickets. It was like being with all of her friends again, and she smiled. "I believe that, more than ever."

She settled against a pillow at her back. "Thank you Renne. I'm grateful for all of this. You guys came when most would just feel awkward seeing me this way. I want you both to know I'm really lucky to have you."

That gets a bashful chirp and a blush to his face. Having one more 'mallow, the beastie crawls a little closer to them, snagging a pillow along the way.

His skin soon flashes little patterns of 'happy'. Contentment. He feels it, and he's gladdened that perhaps, this might have helped Katara's pain heal away.

"Bee, Tarrr-Tarrr ah-serrrve Pam-purrr. Rrrr-enne love Bee, Tarrr-Tarrr."

Billy shakes his head, moving closer and offering support or a hug if she wants one. "You've seen me at my worst, haven't you? As I've learned, it's not healthy to avoid emotion. Imagine what would happen if it all came out in front of the doctor next week," he shudders, still worried about what's going to happen there.

Renne's words bring a powerful feeling of love over him, one he can't deny or resist returning. "I love you too," he whispers to them, as if his more powerful emotions are a secret between them.

Well, they mostly are.

"No, it isn't," Katara admitted, pulling Renne closer and patting him lightly. "It's why I came here in the first place. I wanted to try and get it all out, so I didn't have it spring out on anyone else. I'm sorry if I caused either of you two pain by accident for doing that."

But the declaration by the two of them is all she needs to pull them closer, to mingle their affection with her own love of them.

"And I love you both two," she said.

Squeak. Blush.

"Yeu noh mean do. Bu-t if yeu is hurrr-ted, yeu ohrrr Bee....yeu noh be ah-lone noh morrre."

His tone softens upon speaking, taking this on a very serious level. As one who has had for most of his life, to watch his own back to the point of becoming a misanthrope. Until these two had arrived.

"Yeah, that's why we're here. We want you to be happy, and if that means shouldering your pain for a while? Then that's what we'll have to do," Billy decides, curling around them momentarily. The blanket really helps here.

Speaking of which....he grabs another fluffy blanket and tosses it at them. Just to see their reaction.

Katara catches it easily: being a waterbender also means having the reflexes of a cat at any given notice. She fluffed the blanked and stretched it around the three of them. To the people who came to help her, she was grateful: they all cared enough to come, to try and make someone they might not know that much feel better, and she was happy. But when it came to these two, who she shared feelings and laughed and was protective over, it was just different.

"I don't fee alone anymore," she admitted, "at least not when it comes to friends. Thanks to you, I know I never could. Whatever brought us here, we have a gift, all of us. I'll never let you guys be alone like this either. I promise."

"Heee. Eey-ess. Is trrroof, Tarrr-Tarrr."

And then the blanket-toss/wrap? Well, first things first. To both of the Humans, Renne gives a snuggle, not once letting on his evil little plot. Well, aside from a prehensile foot slooooowly sneaking to find a pillow.

It's on now.

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