Actually, it's a Spaceman x Beth story...

But you can imagine it's your character (or you) instead of my original character, Beth. I don't mind. c:

It started out as a normal day, until Gene found an invitation online to a party in our area - Tonight. Reasonably, Paul was concerned about getting recognized as celebrities at the party; If we were going, he said, it was to meet new people and have a good time, not to get chased down by mobs of fans for autograph-signing. Eric pointed out that we could 'keep a low profile' there, but I'm not too sure he knew what that meant. As for me, I didn't really care whether or not we ended up going. Sure, I was the only man left in the band who didn't have a girlfriend, and a party was probably a good place to start if you were looking for one. But who cares about getting a girlfriend first? I'm looking at you, Gene.

Besides, I thought it was way too risky to have a human girlfriend, while all four of us are kissterians with superpowers. The very few humans who knew about our powers described us as demigods, which is a perfect example of how dangerous it can be. And what would offspring look like? It couldn't possibly be easy on the mother to carry around a half-kissterian baby in her human body for nine months, and what would the thing look like once it was born? Even more concerning, we age very slowly compared to humans; One year in Kissteria is twenty years on Earth. So while I got to sit back and watch my wife age and die in front of me, I would be nearly immortal compared to her.

Regardless, we ended up attending the party anyway. Paul insisted on covering his face, and we made him compromise with a hood. He made himself look very stylish anyway, and you would have to look closely to realize he's Paul Stanley, the Starchild of KISS. The rest of us didn't care about getting recognized by fans; As long as they were polite about coming up to us, of course.

I went off by myself, after Eric convinced me to try and meet new people. Truth was, I didn't know how to behave around humans very well. Their different personalities and behavioral patterns were way too unpredictable for me to try to pinpoint and get used to. I tried explaining this to Eric, hoping he would be a friend and stick around with me, but he kept saying, "Just trust yourself!" Really, Eric, trust myself? That's probably some of the dumbest advice I've had given to me, and I've been on Earth for a pretty long time by now.

It was about an hour since we got here, and quite a few people had come up to me already, more than I expected. They all said the same thing, too; "Oh my god, aren't you Tommy Thayer? From KISS?" I would give them a nod, and they would take out anything they had on them for me to sign; A comic book, a phone case... One girl gave me her bra. But half of them were disappointed to hear that I don't carry a pen with me everywhere I go, and they didn't get an autograph. The other half had a pen I could use.

That's when I noticed a woman off by herself, arms folded against her chest as her eyes were fixed on something in front of her. And she didn't look happy, not one bit. I tried to follow her gaze, trying to see what she was staring at, but when I couldn't point anything out, I decided to approach her.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked. "What are you staring at?"

The woman hummed in annoyance and nodded towards what she was looking at. "My boyfriend took me here to watch him flirt with other girls." She growled.

I followed her gaze to a man who had a younger girl pinned up against the wall. They were 'making out,' and I couldn't help but shake my head in disgust.

"Ouch." I murmured. "I'm sorry about that, Miss. Is there something I could do?"

"Not really." She mumbled her reply. The woman had a thick Swedish accent that I didn't notice until now. "Unless you've got some way to take his tongue out of her mouth."

I couldn't help but laugh at her dark sense of humor, and she chuckled faintly at her joke as well. But when she turned her head to glance at me, I had to hold back my surprise; She had a faint bruise over her right eye, which she'd desperately tried to cover up with makeup, it seemed. There were also some other cuts and bruises on her face that she tried to hide as well.

"My name's Bethanny," She introduced herself. "You can call me Beth, if you want. What do you call yourself, Mister?"

"Uh.. Tommy." I said quickly. "Hey, if your boyfriend's off kissing other women in front of you, why don't you break up with him?"

"Maybe that's a question for another day." Beth replied. I took the hint; She didn't want to talk about it. "So what do you do for a living, Tommy?"

"Well, I play lead guitar in a band." I replied, a little relieved that she wasn't getting to know me just because she knew I was in a band. "Have you heard of KISS?"

"Yeah... Oh, I remember now, of course I know who KISS is." She replied and laughed faintly. "My father told me recently that he and my mother named me after one of your songs. He is a very big fan of your music. My mother not so much, but I guess she was just fond of the name."

"Beth is a very pretty name," I agreed, and I couldn't help but laugh faintly again as I noticed a faint blush run across her face. "Paul was telling me, nobody had any idea how Peter came up with a song like that. But it won us a few awards, right?"

Unfortunately, I didn't quite listen to Beth's reply. I began thinking.. Am I attracted to this woman? It goes against every opinion I've had about relationships on Earth, but she's truly remarkable. Having brown eyes is the most common eye color for humans, so I've heard, but they look so wonderful and unique on her. And the scars and bruises on her face didn't make her look any less beautiful than she was...

Oh my god, I am attracted to her.

"Tommy?" Beth snapped me out of my thoughts, and I blinked a few times and glanced at her again.

"Hm? What is it?" I said.

Beth laughed faintly. "Off with the fairies, eh?" She joked lightly. "I was wondering if I could get your phone number."

I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had just admitted mentally that I was attracted to this woman, and she asked for my phone number? That must have been a dose of good karma.

"..Yeah, sure." I replied, trying to sound casual as she handed me her mobile phone, and I punched my number in as a new contact. "Maybe you could give me a call sometime? We could go out for coffee or something?"

"Perhaps." Beth replied, giving me a warm smile. "But-"

Before she could finish her sentence, her supposed boyfriend suddenly grabbed her wrist and started to drag her off, despite Beth's obvious disapproval. I couldn't hear what they seemed to be shouting at each other, and I was about to go up and help, but someone placed a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Hey Tommy, you okay?" I heard Eric say. I turned to glance at him for a second, but when I glanced back to try and find the pair, they were gone.

"Tommy?" Eric repeated, and I sighed as I turned to face him. "Paul was hoping to leave soon, and Gene's completely drunk, if that encourages your decision. Ready to go?"

"Uh.. Yeah." I nodded. "Let's get Gene home before he pukes on somebody."

A few hours later, my roommates - The rest of KISS - had already gone to bed, while I was up watching movies in the living room. I was about to pass out when my phone starting ringing, which scared the life out of me. I answered it, but before I could even say hello, the person on the other hand started talking quickly.

"Tommy?!" Came Beth's frightened, hushed voice. "I need your help.."

"Hold on, Beth? What's the matter?" I said quickly, already getting up and getting ready to leave the house. "What's going on?"

"M-My boyfriend got really drunk.." She stammered out. "He started to attack me, a-and... I think I got a cut on my head, a bad one.."

"Where do you live?" I asked, out of the house by now as I tried to keep my voice calm for her sake. "Tell me your address, I'll be there as soon as possible."

I was surprised to hear that her house was in the woods, but that didn't matter right now. I got into the car as quickly as possible and started to drive to the address she described. "Can you stay on the phone with me until I get there?" I asked. But I didn't get an answer.

By the time I got to her house, I didn't even bother knocking and rushed straight through the front door. There were empty beer bottles everywhere, and a man was standing in the middle of a room, holding a broken one in his hand - That must have been what the bastard used to attack Beth. He turned and glared at me, and I could smell the alcohol on him instantly.

"Who the hell are you?!" He barked. "Get.. Get out of here!"

I was ready to ignore the man for now. Beth told me on the phone that she was on an upper level, hiding in a closet, so I started to storm passed the man, until he grabbed my wrist suddenly. "Answer me!" The man shouted, threatening to punch me.

Violence is never something I resort to, but I didn't see another choice, as I whipped around and punched the man first. That single blow to the side of the head was enough to knock him unconscious instantly, whether it be from his own state, or how much anger and power was in that punch. But I didn't dwell on it for long and rushed up the nearest staircase I saw.

I went into every room, checking all of the closets to find Beth, and when I came to one that was locked, it wasn't hard to tell she was in there. I used a bolt of lightning to bust the lock and opened the door, and poor Beth fell out and into my arms; Good thing I was able to catch her.

"Beth, are you okay?!" I asked her quietly. "Was that your boyfriend downstairs?"

She was shaking badly with fear, and I had to stop her and calm her down before she answered; "Th-That was Micheal. He.. G-Got really drunk when we got home.."

I noticed, as I held Beth's head gently, there was blood on my hand after a while; The cut was bad enough that she was still bleeding, and that wasn't good. Without thinking about it, I leaned down and kissed her forehead, but she didn't seem to react to it. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I murmured.

I later found out that the house belonged to Beth, so I went downstairs and kicked the drunk out. As well, I convinced Beth to break up with him, which she was scared of doing for reasons that were obvious now. She told me they'd been dating for five years, and "Micheal" had used every trick in the book, from physical to mental to verbal abuse. Hearing all of this broke my heart, and I promised her that, while she kept my number in her phone, the bastard wouldn't ever be able to go near her again. I ended up spending the night at her place as well, just to make sure the man didn't try to break in, in this drunken state he was in. Anything to make Beth feel a little bit safer after something so terrifying.

I was just praying to whatever god that was out there, that she wouldn't get any scars that would last.