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Cross didn't want to open her eyes, if she did her body was going to bitch and scream at her for going on that mission. But it was well worth it. Her son was going to be able to live amongst the others, even if he is a Yautja. His life and happiness was well worth a couple of bruises, clawed wounds and broken ribs, she'll live.

"I see that you're awake."

"What a sweet and angelic voice I hear," Cross whispered with a sly smile. Peeking from the corner of her eye, she spied Kelly monitoring the machine beside her hospital bed. Cross didn't know what it was, but a sudden surged of happiness and excitement rushed through her body. "Can't the injured prince get a kiss from his lovely princess?"

Kelly couldn't prevent the blush even if she wanted to. "That's the pain killers talking, Captain," the blushing nursed assured her friend.

"I swear to you if I had a cock it would be in you right now."

"Akira!" the blushing scarlet nurse turned to her Captain with wide green eyes.

"Actually, if I did have a cock you would be having my tenth kid by now," Cross purred.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Kelly's body like lightening. Just the thought alone of pressing her lips against Akira's was already enough to send little spasms down her lower region.

"I'm sorry, Kelly, don't listen to me," Cross groan and turned her head away from the blushing nurse. "I just feel…I feel so damn good. It's like I'm standing on top of the world and no one can stop me."

"It's the pain killers," she muttered, trying her damnest not to stare at her Captain. "You were in much pain when they brought you in."

Cross nodded. "Where's Connor?" to be honest, she was surprised her son wasn't standing beside her bed.

"You've been sleeping for three days now, Cross, your son been training."

Cross's brows frowned in confusion at her friend's words, "Training? Who's he training with?" He can't be training with the General!

"The male Yautja that came in with the General, Connor been spending a great deal of time with him."

Betanu, the male Yautja she released from Colony 34. Her father had actually allowed a full grown Yautja to roam around the Colony! Did she hit her head hard and woke up in another dimension? What the hell was going on here?

"The General wanted me to alert him when you gain consciousness," Kelly informed her and turned to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Cross called after her.

"To get the General and get you something to eat," the nurse didn't bother turning when she answered before closing the door behind her.

Groaning, Cross laid back down on the uncomfortable hospital bed with a sighed. Surprisingly, her body wasn't sore or in pain…pain killers was a good thing. A small noise drew her attention back to the door and at the sight of her son standing there Cross didn't bother to hold back her tears of joy.

Cross held out her arms. "Connor!"

"Mom!" Connor rushed toward her and was suddenly yanked back.

It was then Cross realized Betanu was standing behind her son and had his talon fingers gripped on to his collar shirt. Connor flared his mandibles at the bigger Yautja.

"You will not run to your Bearer when she is still injured," the Honored Warrior scolded the pup.

Connor sulked.

Cross scowled at him. "My son can come to me if he wants."

Betanu clicked his mandibles at her. "You must show your pup restrain, you oomans break easily, especially since you're already injured. "

Cross couldn't argued on him with that, but still waved to her son. Connor quickly ripped himself away from Betanu and hopped into his mother's arms. Cross laughed as he rubbed his head against hers with a loud purred. The two embraced each other, not caring if the eight foot massive Yautja stood there and watched them.

"I've never known an ooman to nurture a suckling before," Betanu observed.

Cross ran her fingers through her son's inky black dreadlocks, the feel of having him in her arms again made the world seem right. Looking passed her son's shoulder; she turned her eyes toward the tall and muscular Yautja standing there. He was stripped of his armors and weapons; the only thing he wore was his mask, mesh suit and loin-cloth. Cross did her damnest not to stare any harder.

"How are your wounds?" Betanu scanned her with his mask before removing and hooking it to his waist.

"Everything's up and running," Cross remove her arm from her son's shoulder and flexed to show him her improvement.

Betanu nodded. "You heal fast for an ooman."

Cross chuckled. "I could have sworn we already introduced ourselves, Betanu."

The Yautja male trilled and bowed his head. "Excuse me for my lapses, Cross."

Cross nodded and suddenly remembers something. "How are you allowed in the Colony?"

"Your Sire allowed me safe passage for saving you, even as we speak my ship is being repaired by your technicians." He informed her and then added in a firm tone, "I will be leaving soon and there is something I wish to discuss with you."

Cross nodded. "Of course, I owe you…" suddenly an image popped into her head. "Did you find Constantine?"

At the mentioned of the ooman male's name, the eight foot Yautja shifted nervously. Just than the General entered the room, beside her, Connor stiffened at the sight of the cold male. Betanu gave a silent thanks to Paya before stepping back into the corner.

"Is there any news on Constantine's whereabouts, General?"

The General didn't answer right away; he reached for the medic chart beside her bed and scanned through it before answering. "I had my men searched the area, the only thing recovered were traces of his blood..."

"His body is nowhere seen?" just the thought of referring to Constantine as a body made her feel sick.

He shook his head. "No, the searched had been going on for three days; I will have to declare him KIA."

"No! He isn't dead, he's out there somewhere hurt!" she protested, "If you didn't find his body then that mean he's alive!"

"Captain, retrain yourself!" her father ordered harshly.

At his words Cross turned her head away; already she can feel the tears running down her cheeks. Her son merely wrapped his arms around his mother and purred against her.

"I had my men searched every inch of that filth, your Lieutenant is gone."

He's dead, get over it, he was pretty much saying.

Making sure her tears were gone, Cross turned her eyes to her General and nodded. "Yes, sir, I understand."

This time it was the General's turned to look away, the sight of her tear stained face was enough to tighten his throat with pain. Grumbling a lame excuse, the General made his way out the private medic quarter.

Betanu been standing in the corner and observing the whole time. Once the General left, the eight foot tall Yautja approached the bed slowly. The only one to noticed his movement was little Connor, who's mandible twitched with irritation.

"Was the ooman male, Constantine, your mate?"

At his words, Cross lifted her eyes from the floor and towards his curious yellow eyes. "I guess you can say that."

Connor shifted nervously in her arms.

Betanu was very careful to pick his words; he knew the ooman female was distress at the death of her mate. "He fought bravely in battle; you must honor his death and be proud of him."

Sadly, Cross shook her head. "We humans are much more emotional than that, Betanu, we cry and mourned the death of our loved ones. Dying young and in battle is not what most of us viewed as a good death."

The large Yautja nodded. "I've come to understand this when I studied your species. Dying old in your beds is what most oomans want."

The Yautja male wasn't about to tell her that that was a shameful thing to his species.

Cross shrugged, her fingers toying with her son's dreadlocks while her eyes stare dully at the floor. The urged to cry her rage and sorrow was beginning to spill from her lips, but no, she wouldn't lose control in front Connor! But that still stop her rapid breathing, panting in between her lips.

"Mom?" Connor's red eyes shine with worried at the pain in his mother's purple eyes.

"Connor, leave this chamber," Betanu barked.

The little Yautja flinched under the bigger male's sharp barked and made a move to go, but the urged to stay and comfort his mother overwhelmed him. With an impatient clicked, Betanu grabbed Connor and yanked him away from his mother's arms and shoved the startled small Yautja out the door.

"Whatever you hear, pup, don't come back, and stay out here until I come for you." The older male ordered before shutting the door.

Connor whimpered low in his throat, his head turned away in shame that he wasn't able to help his mother. But no matter, sitting his butt down on the cold floor, Connor wasn't going to leave until Betanu opened the door.

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"I know your need to vent out your rage is strong within you," Betanu approached the bed.

Cross felt her fists clenched on her lap. "I don't know what you mean."

The massive Yautja scoffed at her. "Don't you know it's disrespectful to lie, ooman!"

Her purple eyes snapped to him in anger. "Back to referring me as ooman, are we, Yautja?"

Betanu growled a warning. "It's never good to store rage, trust me, I know this."

Cross snorted and made a move to leave the bed when suddenly a paw to her chest pushed her back down against the pillows. Cross's purple eyes glared daggers at him as he leaned in towards her. "Let me go, I have to find my Lieutenant."

"You will go nowhere until you're fully healed," he barked, his yellow eyes warning her. "You oomans are too weak…"

With an angry cry, Cross pushed aside his paw and slammed a fist across his mandibles. Her fist stung from the blow but from the look in his eyes, she knew he was mocking. Snarling like a beast, Cross leaped from the bed with her arm locked around his head. The two fell back with Betanu cursing and growling. Without hesitation the Captain straddled his upper chest and started swinging her fists at his face. Each fists connected to her satisfaction when suddenly she was lifted off and slammed on her back with a growling Yautja in her face.

"Is that all you got, ooman?" he snarled, his lowered mandible dripping with neon green blood.

Cross's rage snapped and without hesitation she slammed her forehead against his. Betanu reared back and howled in pain, but Cross was also crying out in pain from her own stupidity, the impact hurt her more than it did him. Crawling away him from, she got to her feet, swaying a little from her injured head and made her way towards the door. She only got three steps when she was suddenly yanked back by a muscular arm around her mid-section and lifted off the ground. Cross's back was slammed against a warm hard solid form and held there. Panting heavily, she kicked at the muscular legs and thighs behind her and shouted out her frustration at his refusal to move. Or at least let her know she was hurting him!

"You fucking let me go!" she finally growled after she stopped kicking him, which Betanu was thankful for, he didn't think the ooman female can hit so hard! To be truthful, his mandibles were still aching from her fists.

"I do not do this to make you angry," Betanu explained, his growling voice soft.

At his words, Cross lowered her head with a defeated sigh. "I know. You were only trying to distract me. I've done this with my father when I was a teenager; it was his way of trying to make me feel better."

Betanu trilled. "If your mate is still alive, he will come back to you. You're worth it."

Cross flinched at the reminder of Constantine, the thought of leaving him out there somewhere tore at her. Almost as if he was sensing her pain, Betanu arm tightened around her. It didn't comfort her, it only brought more pain. His arms only reminded her of a time when she was held by a pair of arms she didn't wanted then.

(Flash Back)

"That's enough, Akira!"

At the commanding voice of the General, Cross stepped away from her fallen opponent and turned to her commander. Almost immediately the medic team rushed in and took the bloodied boy away. Her fists no longer stunned from the blows she gave, only continue to drip blood, hers and her opponent's. General Edwin stepped on to the mat and approached the silent fifteen year old girl. The General gave his nod of approval before walking away.

"Class dismiss," the General ordered before leaving with his men following close behind.

Cross watched the General leave the gym quarter before turning away. The other boys and girls quickly walked out her path as she made her way towards the bench to take a breather. Training was one thing, but doing it front of her father was another. This was the first time he'd watched her sparred with the other classmates. To be honest, Cross hadn't meant to be so brutal with William, but at every hit she took, her father's gray eye flashed in disapproval and something in her snapped. Suddenly she was blocking and hitting everything the boy threw at her and the sound of bones had snapped at her attacks.

"Wow, I never thought I would live the day to see Will get his ass kicked by a girl!"

Cross resisted the urged to roll her eyes at the familiar voice. Why, of all people, was this damn boy not afraid of her? Looking up from the floor, Cross hissed at the sight of the cocky blond hair boy named Damien Constantine.

"Get away from me," she warned him and silently cursed her stupidity.

Constantine frowned his boyish face at her and suddenly grinned. "So, you're starting to talk to me now, huh? No more grunts or growls?"

Cross hissed and stood up from the bench with a scowl.

The sixteen year old Constantine chuckled. "But there's still the hissing…"

Without a word or sound Cross elbowed the boy out of her way, but she halted when his fingers shot out and wrapped around her upper arm. Suddenly everything was quiet, everyone stopped to stare at the two with wide and nervous eyes.

"Here we go…"

"Let's get going…"

"They're going to break everything in here…again."

Quickly everyone left the gym room, leaving the two alone. With a snarl, Cross yanked her arm away from the annoying boy and made another move to leave.

"I want to make a proposal with you," the boy called out, "If you win, I will leave you alone."

Cross halted but still didn't turn to him. Her head tilted to the side. The thought of him finally leaving her alone was tempting indeed.

"But if I win…I get to hold you."

Cross snapped her angry eyes toward the grinning boy and growled. "You pervert!"

His grinned became a smile. "Wow, 'get away from me' and 'you pervert' we're really starting to have a conversation here!"

Growling in her throat, Cross approached the boy with every intention of beating the day lights out of him.

"I didn't mean it in a perverted way, I swear, I meant…" he quickly dodged her fist, "I meant it as in I want a hug!" he closed his eyes at a fist coming his way.

Cross's fist were mere inches from his nose when he said those words and suddenly her attack halted. Constantine peeked.

"Are you kidding me?" she snapped. "You want a hug!"

Constantine smiled sheepishly. "It could always become more than a hug, if that's what you want…"

"That's not what I meant!" she jerked away from him. "Why would you want to hug me?"

The taller boy blushed. "Do you want the deal or not? If I win, I get a hug and if you win, I'll leave you alone."

Cross cocked her head, suddenly curious. "And how are we going to settle this?"

He grinned. "Easy, like we do every day, we can spar!"

"You do know I beat you every time we go on the mat, right?" she sneered.

"That's because I let you win," he chuckled, crossing his arms over his young muscular chest. "This time…I will win."

"Don't bet your life on it," she scowled.

16 minutes later…

"I still don't get how I lost!"

Constantine grinned, his arms tightening around the irritated girl with his chin resting in between her shoulder and neck. "Like I said, I let you win."

Cross was only thankful no one was here to witness her humiliation. Sitting on the bench with the infatuated boy embracing her from behind, Cross shifted nervously on the bench. If anything she was expecting to feel more irritated and pissed off, but instead…she felt all warm and fuzzy. True to his words, Constantine only wanted to hold her; he's been a perfect gentleman to her…so far.

"Why are you doing this?" her words were hollowed, her eyes staring off into space.

Cross was expecting mockery or even a smug remarked from the boy, but what he said tugged at her very core. "Because you need it," he whispered, rubbing his forehead against her neck.

Swallowing down the urged to sigh in pleasure at the simple caress, Cross grunted. "You're never getting into my pants."

Constantine chuckled; the feel of his warm breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine. With his eyes twinkling in mischievous, he leaned in and whispers in her ear in a low and seductive voice. "I wouldn't be too sure of that."

(Flash Back End)

"I won't believe he's dead until I see his body," Cross muttered before removing Betanu's arm.

Betanu nodded as he helped the ooman female back into bed. Needing to get her mind off of Constantine, she turned to a different topic. "I heard you've been spending time with my son."

At her words, the eight foot Yautja tensed, his mandibles pulling tightly against his face. Clearing his throat roughly, Betanu turned his yellow eyes toward Cross's glowing purple eyes. "Sei-i, yes, he's quite fascinating and smart for a pup his age. There's something I wanted to talk to you about…"

Cross nodded, but her eyes were frowning. "Why would you be interested in my son, I thought your kind viewed him as an abomination. It was written on the side of the pod he was brought in, I had it translated. My son isn't an abomination…"

Betanu held up his talons to silence her. "Enough, you're starting to ramble. As I said, there's something we must talk about. I waited until you were awake…"

Cross leaned back into the pillows and regarded him with suspicious eyes. "What is it?"

"Connor is of age to train with my Clan…"

Cross shot out of the bed. "You're not taking my son!"

Betanu's brows furrowed. "He has the right to learn the Yautja's way…"

"The same ones that tossed him aside like yesterday's trash!" she snapped. "No, you're not taking him…"

A growl rumbled in his throat. "He has me to protect him…"

"And I really appreciate your offer, Betanu…"

"I'm not offering, I'm taking him with me…"

"Like hell you will!" she hissed. "I'm not just going to stand aside and watch you snatch my son from me!"

"He will die if he stays here with you oomans…"

"I've been keeping him alive with no help from your kind, I'm pretty sure I can handle it…"

"That's not for you to decide," he growled.

Cross's eyes were glowing with fury. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I raised him, I fed him milk from my own breasts, I was there for him and suddenly you're saying I have no decision over him?" her nails were practically eating into her fists. "Who the hell are you to say that!"

Betanu's arched his back and his mandibles flared in rage, the time for docile talk was over. It was time to reveal to the stubborn female why he was here.

Grasping her shoulders, Betanu pinned the struggling female to the bed and got on top of her and held her down until she finally submitted. Cross wasn't at all intimated by the towering Yautja male, in fact, it only pissed her off more. She would have continued struggling and cursing if Betanu haven't said those three simple words.

"He's my son!"

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