Hey! Once again I've started a new story! I don't own anything! But I do Love this series! Please R&R And don't hold back! Critisicism is greatly appreciated!

I Will Add More Eventually... Probably! Well Enjoy!

"Deryn!" Aleksander yelled over the wind that screamed in her ears.

She rotated her head slowly to her left, looking for the source of the voice. Alek wasn't supposed to be back yet. He was still supposed to be in Switzerland.

The Leviathan continued forward, unmoved that one of her crew had been injured.

The unsecured rope snapped and fluttered above her fading vision. A noise could faintly be heard approaching, a steady tap, tap, tap that usually came with running footsteps.

"No…Alek," She whispered weakly, hating every minute she couldn't do anything. She was not the damsel in distress! She was the one who did the saving!

I am stronger than this! She thought to herself, trying to push herself on to her knees.

I CAN do this! She thought as a wave of nausea swept over her and clouded her vision.

She blinked rapidly trying to get her eyes to focus on the dark shadow that kept steadily getting closer.

"Dylan! What are you doing?" Newkirk demanded, kneeling next to her and grabbing her arm. "You're lucky your harness didn't snap, the way you keep blowing from side to side!"

"Newkirk… Wh-what are you doing? It's dangerous!" she replied meekly, angry at how weak and girly she sounded. She still couldn't get her vision to clear.

"Well, you're the one who had to go and get his head bashed in by a piece of rope! You've got blood in your eyes! We've got to get you to the doc!" He grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her gently the rest of the way up so that she was standing unsteadily.