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"Adam's Two Disasters"
Adam groaned. The last thing he remembered was hitting the hard Earth, but did that mean he was dead? If he was, why was he in pain? He always thought death was painless, and where was everyone? He also thought that his deceased loved ones would be there to greet him. Where were his parents...and Takashi? He and his fiancée had had a huge fight before he left on that fateful mission to Kerberos, but he still loved him. He had watched as he boarded the ship that took him from him.
"Adam?"
Adam opened his eyes, a white ceiling coming into focus. He wasn't dead. Someone had found him and took him to a hospital.
"Adam?"
He turned his head in the direction of the voice calling him. His eyes landed on a familiar face with a few deliberate errors that made him question whether he was dead or not again, because Takashi was dead, right?
"T-Takashi?"
"It's me, Adam. I'm not dead, and neither are you." Shiro scooted his chair closer to Adam's hospital bed and leaned over, placing his forehead against Adam's. "I missed you."
"You @$$hole." Tears collected in Adam's eyes. "You left me, left Keith to go gallivanting among the stars and fighting in an intergalactic war."
"I'm sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to see me again."
Adam reached out and grabbed a handful of Shiro's shirt. "If you think I'm letting you go again, you are crazy."
"Well, that's a relief."
Adam and Shiro looked at the doorway to Adam's room, where Keith seated in a wheelchair was being wheeled in by Matt Holt. Adam stared at the man in the wheelchair. While there was a marked difference from the angry young cadet that he had helped raise, Adam could still see it, especially in the grin on his face. "Keith?"
"Yeah. It's me, Adam."
Adam narrowed his eyes. "You need to be grounded for running away from the Garrison, being shot into space, fighting in an intergalactic war, and becoming a space ninja."
Matt piped up, "And trying to go kamikaze on an enemy ship, which wouldn't have worked anyway."
Shiro's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Wait. What?!"
Keith groaned. "D@mn it, Matt."
"Also getting a dog without my or Takashi's permission," Adam continued.
Cosmo appeared and rubbed his head against Keith's leg before hopping up on the bed. He stared at Adam, sniffing him. He turned to Keith, barked happily, and licked Adam's face. Adam grinned and said, "Okay, he can stay." He sighed. "At least none of you died out there."
Shiro rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. "Yeah, about that."
Keith thought, 'Payback' and spoke up, "Actually, do you know why Shiro's hair is white now? This is actually a clone body. His soul had been transferred into it after he died in a battle that didn't even matter in the long run."
Adam.exe had stopped working for a moment, before he threw a vase of flowers at Shiro (who caught it). "What the £μ(|<, Takashi?!"
Keith looked at Matt. "My work here is done. We can go now."
The vase which had been placed back on the side table clipped Keith's shoulder. "We haven't finished our talk, young man."
Matt was too busy rolling on the floor laughing to wheel Keith back to his room. Keith whistled for Cosmo, but the wolf was laid out at the foot of Adam's bed snoozing. "Thanks for nothing, you useless Space Wolf."
Matt regained enough breath to add, "Keith's mom chewed him out for a lot of it though."
Adam exclaimed in shock, "His mom!?!"
"Yeah, this hot Galra babe."
"Watch your tongue, Holt." Keith elbowed Matt sharply in the ribs.
"Wait...Galra?!...That actually explains a lot of things," Adam mused.
Keith sweat dropped. "Well, glad to see you alive, Adam. I need to get back to my room before my pack come find me."
"Your pack?"
"Yeah, Galra have packs. There are seven members of my pack, not counting me. Kolivan and Antok are the leaders of the Blades, Ulaz is the lead medic, Thace and Regris are our communications specialists, Krolia is my mom and a covert ops specialist, and Acxa is my twin."
"Soooo...I have to take care of this Acxa too? I definitely have to...if she's anything like you."
"Hey!"
Fin