Disclaimer: I don't own Taken or any of the characters. I only own Ari.

Summary: Until one is committed, there is hesitancy. The chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. That the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never before have occurred.

Rating: PG for now.

Would You Do It, Or Dream It?

Chapter 1

Jesse Keys was one to fight against anything, and anyone who dared to provoke him. Such as the aliens. Though the past had ruled frightful, nothing he knew lay ahead could make him happy.

For he knew, or at least he thought he knew, that his life was just there. That he, like many others, were meant just to walk the earth, feeling loneliness, and sorrow, and never being loved.

He looked up, his piercing green eyes grasping the look of the black clock that ticked loudly on the wall. Jesse's light brown hair ruffled lightly as the door slowly slid open. "Hi Ma." He whispered, turning to the softly swinging wooden door.

His mother looked up from several paper bags in her arm, and smiled, a wide toothy smile. "Hi Jesse. Something special going on today?"

Jesse rubbed his head, letting his hair fall back into his eyes. "Not really."

His mother settled the bags on the table, letting the contents spill out. "What do you mean, 'not really.' I thought you had a date with that girl down the street."

She peered at him through her black eyes, glittering like diamonds. Mrs. Keys reached up a smooth hand and tried to brush back a hair that had fallen from her recent hairdo.

Jesse did a double take. His mother's eyes were not black, nor did they shine like diamonds.

"Who are you." he whispered, letting the fear sink in. "And what have you done to my mother."

She stared at him and Jesse shook his head from side to side. "Never mind." Her eyes were blue, just like always.

Sounds of motorcars sputtering past the house, and shouts of children from the park across the street disolved into nothing, turning the faint noises to an eerie silence.

Jesse cracked open a single chrystialline eye, peering around the darkness with his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Ma?" his anxious voice echoing around the room.

His eyes flickered open, peering around him in horror as light began to illuminate the silver chamber he resided in.

Jesse pushed himself off the table, taking a step. "What do you want?" he shouted.

His legs jerked back on him, letting his knees buckle and collapse, showing him for the first time, a silvery light binding his feet within a enclosed circle.

They were back. They had left him alone for weeks, happily alone. Dreaming that he was human, that nightmares were just that.

Just dreams made from exhaustion. That sports or activities inflicted the scars. Why'd they return?

'More appropriate,' he thought forlornly. 'Why'd they leave me alone in the first place.'

He screamed, his body wracking with sobs and convulsions. "No! Leave me goddamn alone!"