Well I finally wrote another chapter. Hooray for me for being consistent. I really need to stop thinking about AoT 24/7.

I am trying to write a few original stories too so that's been takin over the majority of my Wattpadding time.

I don't own anything. All rights to their respective owners.
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Orson woke up the next morning and found himself laying next to Galen, who had wrapped his arms around his waist. For a moment he couldn't remember what happened. And then it all came back to him. He couldn't help but smile a little as he watched the scientist's sides heave up and down in even strokes.

He didn't know what Galen saw yesterday but it was clear it had to do with the trauma of one of the accidents, or maybe even both. If only he knew how to help Galen more. He might be able to get Galen to some therapist, so long as they knew sign language.

Maybe he could try to be at Galen's side all day?

The thought seemed reassuring but Orson didn't think it would solve the issue at hand. It wasn't that Galen needed someone at his side the entire time. He needed someone to help him from the mental images he saw. And Orson was probably one of the least equipped people for that. External injuries, he could handle. But external ones many times were hardly anything compared to internal ones, and even those were mostly minute compared to mental injuries. And while technology could save someone's life, if there was no one to operate the machine, it was useless.

'Maybe I should take one of those psychology classes,' Orson thought.

He decided to stop worrying all about it before he got himself worked up. Orson glanced back at Galen who was still sleeping. It was nice that it was Sunday or he would have to force Galen to wake up.

A little beeping made Orson frown. 'Shut up!' He thought. 'You'll wake Galen!' He seized the beeping com and turned it off. Galen made a small grunt and shifted so he was sleeping on his back now. Orson remained as still as possible until he was positive Galen was in a deep sleep again.

Orson glanced at the com. It was Galen's. On it was a message from Lyra.

Lyra: Do you still have that bacta?

Orson immediately regretted looking. Bacta? Was Galen giving her bacta? He didn't understand why she would want bacta but now he had to find out if she texted it to him or if she got the wrong number. Orson carefully slipped out of bed and snuck to the bathroom. He checked around Galen's side and then he glanced in their mini fridge. Nothing?

Orson began searching the room as quietly as possible. Why was Galen giving Lyra bacta? Was there something the two weren't telling him or anyone else. Maybe they were in a relationship! No, Lyra said she didn't want relationships yet. Right? He hoped she hadn't changed her mind.

A tap on the shoulder made Orson squeak loudly. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Galen looking at him with a sleepy confused look. Galen shrugged with one shoulder. "Uhhhh... I'm just... looking for something..." Orson said. He fingered Galen's com nervously. He couldn't let Galen know he had looked at his come messages.

Galen rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Orson. He pulled him back down. Orson kept the com away from Galen's hands and tried to put it back on the dresser without his knowing. Which proved to be a lot harder than it should have been. Galen began petting his hair and normally Orson would have loved it. But not when he was trying to get something that wasn't his back in place.

Galen suddenly flipped Orson around so he was facing him. It was by sheer luck Orson clasped the com between his hands before Galen did that. The scientist looked confused. He began signing something but gave up when he rallied Orson wasn't translating fast enough. Galen set his hands on Orson's. He pulled Orson into a gentle kiss. Great, now he was trapping Orson.

Then the com peeped again. Now Galen and Lyra were ganging up against him completing his mission! At least that's how Orson's brain put it. Galen pulled away from the kiss and followed the sound of the com. "It's just my com," Orson said quickly.

Orson watched as Galen's eyes travelled past him and then back to him. Galen shook his head. He seized Orson by the wrists and yanked his hands apart. The com dropped from Orson's hands and Galen snatched it up. Orson caught a glimpse of the message.

Lyra: You up yet or has the kid got your hands tied?

Galen gave Orson a bit of an angry shove. He then pointed past Orson... right to Orson's own com. Galen pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head slowly. He then proceeded to replying to Lyra.

Galen: No I'm up now. Be there in 5

So something was going on between them! Orson was enraged now. As soon as Galen out down the com, Orson grabbed his shoulders and said "WHAT IS GOING IN BETWEEN YOU AND LYRA!???"

Galen waved him off. He crawled over Orson and got dressed while the teen bounced around him, demanding answers. "Why won't you tell me? We have to tell each other some things! We have to be completely transparent because we're lovers! Isn't that right?" Galen motioned Orson to get dressed, which the teen did while he continued to ramble.

Orson watched as Galen pulled out a pack of bacta from the mini fridge. He realized it had been under the bacon pack they had. They walked down the hall to where Lyra's apartment was. Galen knocked on the door and then Orson pushed him to the side. He wanted to get things clear with Lyra that Galen was his. How many times did he have to tell her think head this information!?

Lyra opened the door and Orson grabbed her collar. He was taller than her now do it made it easy. "LYRA!! WHAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND GALEN!???"

"Stop it, Orson," Lyra said coldly. "Your obsession with Galen is going too far and it's starting to creep everyone out."

"YEAH WELL YOU ASKED HIM FOR BACTA THIS MORNING!!"

"So now you're reading his texts?"

Galen pushed Orson off Lyra and handed the bacta. He gave her a pat on the shoulder and signed something to her. Orson pouted as he watched Galen sign. "Why does it feel like you're excluding me!?"

"Well maybe if you warmed up-" Lyra snapped.

She was cut off by the girl next door. "FUCK OFF!! IT'S THE MORNING!!"

Lyra rolled her eyes. She then continued on by hissing instead. "Maybe if you warmed up to me and accepted that Galen and I are good friends I would tell you. But all you have done is accuse me of loving Galen! Why is that? You never did it to Quint when he high fived Galen. You never did it to Talise and Zinno when thy were laughing with Galen. You never did it to Miyah and Oraki, and you have shown no intention of doing it to Mina! Why only me?"

To be fair, Orson didn't have an answer for that. It suddenly occurred to him Lyra's friendship with Galen was no different than anyone else's. They were just good friends. He suddenly felt kind of bad.

Galen tapped Lyra's shoulder and signaled to her. Lyra sighed and said "Really?" The scientist nodded. "Fine. Orson, come on in. Maybe this will clear some things up. I didn't tell you because you wouldn't let me be a good friend of yours."

Orson stepped into her apartment. It was pretty simple and Lyra was the only one in it. Well, almost only.

In the middle of the room was a tiny reek. It had deep bruises over its back but aside from that it was the cutest little reek Orson had ever seen. He let out a high pitched squeal and dropped to his knees next to it. Lyra and Galen crowded around the reek as well. "It's so cute!"

Lyra opened the bacta pack and began rubbing the gel bacta into the wounds. The reek let out a few helpless wails. "I found him on the street. He was being whipped by his owner so I rescued him by stealing him later that night. The Academy dislikes having animals in the apartments so that's why I didn't tell anyone except Galen, who was able to get me tons of bacta to help him."

"He's really cute!" Orson exclaimed. "Hi little guy." He let the reek sniff his hand. "Does he have a name?"

"No. I just got him a few days ago. I haven't had much time to think about a name." She picked up the reek and cradled him in her arms. "But if you come up with a good name, I'll use it."

Orson noticed how she cradled him. Lyra wasn't just holding the reek out of pure affection. There was something deeper between them. Her bond seemed exceptionally strong with this little reek, and it might have had to do with the similar gashes on her forearm that matched the reek's back.
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Dunno where that idea came from but I decided to take a less serious turn and make Orson's wild head fill his brain with conclusions.

On another note, I do not have a name for the reek yet so suggestions are welcome!

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