A/N: So, after almost two years of absoloutely nothing, I am posting something. It's not very good, and it's not very interesting, but I need reviews that AREN'T my friends and family. So please, review, flame, whatever, but I need FEEDBACK!!!

Warnings: None so far, except on the off chance you like it, please don't expect steady updates.

Yeah ... here we go.

Chapter One

The first successful attempt to fly to the moon was made by the American astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin on July 20, 1969. It was during the Apollo Project, a series of human spaceflight missions undertaken by NASA, and their ship was called Apollo 13.

Now, 37 years later, humans are still flying to the moon. Though, the technology is much more advanced and the risks are much lower.

Still, as I open the airlock chamber to the ouside area, I can’t help the butterflies of nervousness fluttering in my stomach. As the doubts and fears try to overtake me, I merely open my eyes.

The lunar landscape is as desolate and strange as ever, but still it takes my breath away to see the beauty of another planet, as well as my own. Earth.

I bounce carefully forward. The sensors in one of the craters detected activity a month and a half before, and my team was sent to investigate. I was to do the first perimeter sweep before my peers would join me in our exploration of the terrain.

Many of the scientists had worked themselves into a tizzy trying to figure out what sort of alien life could have found their way onto our Moon, and they were most anxious to see what it was.

I turn to see how far I had gone and stop dead.

“How can this be?” I half-yell, shocked to my very core. I stare into very pink eyes while my senses drink in the sight I behold.

A young girl, no more than five, stood delicately in front of me, floating slightly due to the reduced gravity. She blinked at me somberly, which didn’t quite fit her long green hair and dress of the same color.

And the fact that she was surviving in the vacuum of space without oxygen or a pressure suit didn’t exactly “fit” either.

“Will you play with me?” She asks sweetly in a lilting voice.

I swallow, ignoring the buzzing in my ears. “You … you can talk?”

She nods gracefully, “Very well, in fact. Now, it’s been five hundred of your years since I ventured out from the darkness of the Other Side, and I’d very much like to play.”

“Do you mean the dark side of the moon?”

“I do.”

I lick my dry lips. This is … incredible! She’s some sort of extraterrestrial, so obviously she would have a different lifespan than we do, and the fact that she could speak our language at all was a scientific miracle! Bursting with questions, I went for the most reasonable, and in the logical order.

“Where do you come from?”

She answered calmly, “A planet called Watokousene, in the galaxy over.”

“Why do you look like a human, and a young one at that? And how do you know our language?”

“The inside of our bodies are fundamentally different, though our outsides are similar. And on my planet, I am a full-grown adult. My hearing is also incredibly sharp, and my eyesight is telescopic. I watched humans and learned to mimic them on the off-chance I’d meet one.”

“Are you the only … are you alone?”

Her features drooped, and she became sad and nostalgic. “Yes. Several hundred years ago, there was a great war amongst the planets in my galaxy, and all were destroyed. My parents fought in the War of Ends, which is what I have heard the others called it, and they managed to send me away before a blast from one of the enemies weapons caused a black hole that sucked up everything. But I’ve been here for centuries, alone.”

I nearly choke at the amount of pain in her voice, in her face. I gulp back my tears and see her do the same. Suddenly, it doesn’t seem to matter that I’ve just made the biggest discovery in scientific history. It doesn’t matter that I’m on the moon, talking to a five hundred year old alien. I just see a sad little girl who wants to play. And I don’t care what I have to do. I will help her.

“Is there anything I can do to help take your pain away?”

She looks up, green eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. “Wh-What are you saying?”

That’s when I smile. “What can I do to help?”

There was silence while the girl fights for her composure, and to think of my proposal. I just stand there and know that this is the right thing to do.

Finally she states, “I … I have a device. Left over from my world. It will stop your growth and basically alter your insides to mimic mine. But you would live for eternity lonely, like I have so far.”

I place one hand on her tiny, shaking shoulder, though my suit makes it difficult. “I’m an orphan. I don’t have any family, and I’m married to my work. I have nothing that I’m not willing to give up so that you can be happy. No one should be alone.”

She looks up at me and tears trickle down her face. Sniffling, she pulls out what looks like a remote with fangs. “Are you … you sure? It’s a painful process, and I cannot change you back, and-”

I just smile at her and cover her mouth clumsily with my hand.

I whisper, “Just do it.”

Trembling with repressed sobs, she points what I assume to be the front and sighs. “I’m sorry.”

The world disappears between waves of pain and my screams.

xXxXxXx

When I came to, I was lying on the dusty ground in nothing but sweatpants and my black shirt. My suit was gone, but I was living and breathing. Everything around me was in hyper focus, and I could hear such incredible things. I didn’t even know how to describe it.

“Are you alright?” A voice asks, remarkably loud. I turn my head to see the little girl kneeling next to me, green eyes concerned.

I give her a wide smile. “God, this is just … incredible! And look!” I catch sight of a lock of my hair hanging in my face. It’s bright blue. “Did my eyes change as well?”

She nodded carefully. “Yes; they are the green of my people. I suggest we change locations; can you not hear your companions moving about?”

I focused. And amazingly, I could! She helped me to my feet and waited patiently while I got my bearings. I turn to her once more and smile warmly.

“I don’t even know your name. I’m Miriam.”

She gave me a beautiful smile that made my heartache and my eyes mist.

“It’s Sanai.”

I hold out my hand, and she takes it tentatively. We walk in the direction facing away from the far-off landing sight, and I grinned widely.

“Well Sanai, let’s get started!”

And off we went.