Lost Boy ((not an alien. Really.))

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Ax had hid. And watched.

Just because this didn't look like a Yeerk ship didn't mean that it wasn't. Or that there weren't Yeerks aboard among the crew.

So he'd watched. He'd noticed the uniforms and 'Stacy' had shown him where to get one of his own. He'd requested that she call him 'Phillip' instead of his real name. If there were controllers here, they would certainly recognize an Andalite.

He'd overheard enough to know that they were far from Earth. Probably not close to the Andalite Homeworld either. And that even if they were, it might not even be his Andalite Homeworld.

There had been theories about such things as alternate universes being possible, but...

But that wasn't the point. The point was that he was trapped on this space ship, and he had no idea how much he could trust the other people on board. Especially since they seemed a bit, what was the phrase -- trigger-happy.

So he'd morphed human -- his 'own' human form, the mixture of Jake and Rachel and Marco and Cassie -- and slowly let himself be seen, out of the corners of people's eyes, disappearing and hiding but slowly letting the other people get closer.

He was fairly certain that he was going to get 'caught' this time.

Or rather, he was going to be found.

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[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri lets out a light chuckle.

"You just seem to be attracting titles left and right, aren't you?"

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

"Has she?" Ax asked politely. "Is there one that is more culturally appropriate? Priate. Pruh."

His stomach rumbled again.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Officer. Officer Bennett. But like I said, you can just call me Cybil." Hold on there, Ax's stomach, a quick trip up the transport tubes and they'd be there.