Ella

Dean and I sit there quietly for about ten more minutes, and I feel a little bit better just from him sitting next to me. He has this aura about him, and I think it's the same aura that made me believe he was different then the rude aliens that came to my planet.

"Do you want to know what's going to happen?" He finally asks me, and I nod my head, hoping that the question I've been wanting to find the answer, will finally be clarified. "Well, the survivors in the base are going to stay for just a bit longer here, until they know the meteor shower is over. When it's over, they're going to get the automobiles and I heard something about traveling to Mark's town. They'll probably disperse to their own town after that, I'm not sure. I think they want to try and clean up the mess the asteroid made, no matter how long it takes. This world deserves to be whole again, especially since it's been such a great planet to all of these people that call it home. I even heard something about other countries coming together to maybe help. I don't know if that's true, but it'd be great if it was." The thought that everyone wants to make this right, sends a warmth into my heart. There are good times in dark times, and I'm glad there's something to smile about through all of the tears.

"Mark found his mother too," Dean informs me, a certain happiness in his voice. "He was so happy to have found her. I'm so glad for him, he was too young to not have a family." My lip quivers at the thought that little Mark found his mother, and the reminder of finding my mother's cold hand among the rubble of our house. I'm happy for Mark, he deserved to find her after being the great help and person he was.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Ella," he mutters after a moment of silence, while I still try to hold back my tears. "I want to start a life again, I want things to go back to normal without seeing or smelling anymore deaths. I just want the same Earth that I came to, without the experiments and tragedies among my people. I want to live a life peacefully without having to worry about dying or surviving every second. I want to make it through this, I want to die next to my significant other, Ella. I meant that when I said it." He looks down at me, while I look up at him.

My tears are now falling down my face, but I don't worry about wiping them away. "I would like to think that that would be you next to me, Ella. Forever and never apart." I'm sobbing now, and he puts his arm around me, holding me tightly against him. My heart is a mixture of confusion and want. I'm confused by these feelings, and I want to tell Dean that I care about him. That I like him, that we've made it this far, we can make it farther. And so I do tell him that, without the care and like part, and with a bit more tears.

"We're--we're survivors," I sniffle. "We've survived this long endeavor that cost--that cost great lives, but here we are. We made it, all four of us--we made it." My tears are both sad tears and happy tears, as I wipe my eyes and look up into the yellow eyes that have become so important to me.

We made it, Dean and I, without killing each other and without giving up. We're survivors.

"We did make it, didn't we?" He whispers, a smile overcoming his lips. "I knew we would. I told you we would, remember? We have more fight inside of us, then you think." I can tell he wants to be happy, that he wants to smile and laugh, but he's holding it back because of Hunter's death, knowing I'm not quite ready for celebrations.

I give him a small smile, letting him know it's okay to be happy. He has a reason to be happy right now, now that we're safe, and now that we're alive through all of this. Seeing my smile, makes his grow wider, and I'm reminded of the happiness he showed after he kissed me. He was exactly like a child in a candy store, so bubbly and joyful. He loves you, I tell myself, and I know that I can't go on any longer with him thinking I don't forgive him.

"I forgive you, Dean," I tell him, wiping my eyes once again. "Don't keep beating yourself up over how you were, okay?" I say, and he looks down at me, his eyes growing lighter then I've ever seen. He looks so relieved, so ecstatic. I wish I had told him that earlier, instead of telling him that he couldn't mend me, not since he was the one to have broken me so many times. I should have never told him that, I should have let him know I forgave him. I was just selfish, and I didn't want to fall any harder for him, then I already have. That doesn't matter anymore, though, for I don't want him to think I don't care for him, for I do. The way he told me he wanted me to be the one next to him while he takes his last breath, makes me see that since he's so open with me, I need to be open with him.

"I care for you, Dean," I begin, trying to hold my emotions back. "I really do, and I liked kissing you, and I like you, but it won't work," I cry. "We're totally different species, a Norovian's never been with a human. Nothing ever works out in real life, ever." I'm trying to calm down, but with the loss of Hunter and the conversation I'm having with Dean, it's hard to be calm.

"I believe that I came to this planet to find you, Ella. I heard a story one time after coming here, that we're all apart of the stars. I believe that, in a way, and I believe that you're the other half to my star. Different species or not, it doesn't matter. I can't live without you, I don't want to live without you." He's filling my mind and heart with so much hope that this can work, so much hope that we'll make it farther then we already have. Once enemies, now trying to find a way to make whatever this is, work. We're Henderson and Schloric, we can do anything, right?

I don't reply, the smile on my face is enough, before I lean up and press my lips to his. The same spark, the same fire ignites inside of me, and I put my arms around his neck, not wanting to be separated from him.

He holds me tightly against him, the kiss a bit more needy then the first one, but that's okay. We both need to be assured that we're not going to be separated, that we're not going to go on without one another, that we're not going to go back to where we were. We're something more then just human and alien, we're one soul, one heart, one star.

When we break free to catch our breath, we just sit there, breathing and looking into each other's eyes. My cheeks are still tear stained, but I'm no longer crying. I'm still sad, but it's more of a bittersweet feeling. I lost my family, I lost my best friend; but I became a survivor, gained friendships, and fixed a broken relationship that was nothing but a misunderstanding on both sides. It's not the end of the world, it's the beginning of something new, and everything might possibly be okay.

I want to kiss Dean again, and so I do. Over and over again, but neither of us mind. He's pulled me down, but now he's the one holding me up. He's the one that's now my anchor, my shoulder, my best friend, and I know we'll be able to make our ever after happy, if we give it our all and what it deserves.

My fingers lace with his, his yellow eyes full of joy and hope, and I know now exactly how deep my feelings run for him. I know how I truly feel, and I need to let him know in case something else may happen.

"Dean?" I mutter, my voice shaky and nervous, and still slightly hoarse from all the crying.

"Yeah?" He whispers.

"I love you." His face breaks into a goofy grin, before his arms snake around my waist and pull me into a hug.

"I love you, too, Ella," he promises as he holds me even tighter.

I love Dean, and he loves me. Everything really will be okay.

THE END