You're My King And I'm Your Lionheart (O/O) (Romance/Sci-Fi)

Rodan shrugged, feeling an uncomfortable sensation in her throat as a mild nausea took her. She shrugged off the feeling, however, focusing on the situation at hand and letting out a nervous cough. "No, nothing to worry about." she tried to say, but only managed an uncomprehending 'no'. Suri didn't seem to notice this, but she looked tense. More to do with Kyle than anything else, really, however.

Kyle turned his attention to Rodan. Yes, he didn't like the woman but he'd had his fair share of colds and sickness to tell that something was wrong, "Rodan? Are you feeling okay?"

"Fine, just tired. I don't need your sympathy." she said in an annoyed tone. Suri looked over to her. "Rodan, be reasonable. Are you really alright?" she asked. Rodan nodded, but her tongue felt thick and heavy, the unpleasantness in her throat was making it difficult to breathe. She looked down at her hands, which were lightly stained in ink. "The letters," she murmured, then collapsed onto the floor, the last thing she heard was Suri calling for a medic.

Kyle had never stood faster. He quickly picked the black haired woman up bridal style and laid her down on the couch gently as to not hurt her, "The letters? what did she mean by that?"

"No idea. The medics will be on their way any minute, but I think she's been poisoned." Suri ran a hand through her hair.

Kyle nodded, checking for a pulse, "Have you received any letter recently? Or maybe Rodan has and she's asking you to look at them."

"I don't know. Once the medics get here, we can figure this out, but until then I need to keep Rodan stable." Suri said quickly. She ran out of the room and returned with a med-kit. "Okay, so… you use this, put the mask over her mouth to help her breathe…" Suri muttered, taking out a metal breathing mask with an oxygen tank attached and putting it on Rodan's face.

Kyle did as he was told, gently lifting Rodan's head and placing the mask over her mouth, "Not to different form the ones on Earth…" He muttered.

There was a knock on the door. "Oh, thank goodness. That must be the medics." Suri exclaimed. In a few swiftly moving minutes, Rodan had been moved, and Suri and Kyle were being transported to the medical center. Later, in the foyer, a nurse in dusty cinnamon robes walked up to them. "You two may see her now. Coordinator Rodansiatodarianvuhl is resting, but perfectly healthy. If she had gotten here any later, she would have died. And Madame Imperial, may the moons shine upon you." he said, walking off.

"What is it with you people having such long names?" Kyle asked as they walked towards the room, "Like, the longest name I can think of is Leonardo but that's nothing compared to yours and Rodan's."

"My name isn't that long. Yours is comparatively short, you know. Besides, that's just the Earth translation," she said.

"I know my name is short. But it's better then some names." He crossed his arms.

"Like? I don't know exactly what you're implying," Suri crossed her arms. They came to a lift, and Suri stepped in. "C'mon." she said.

Kyle stepped inside with her, "Like, my name, Kyle, is better then like, Steve or Dave or something like that. And long names are stupid because people just shorten them anyway. For example Stephanie is shortened to Steph. Why give someone a long name if you're gonna shorten it anyway?"

"Names have power, I believe the longer a name, the more power it contains. So many meanings in a string of words." Suri pushed a short few buttons, and the lift shot up. "And anyways, who are you to judge?"

Kyle held his hands up in defense, "I wasn't judging. I'm just not used to hearing names like yours or Rodan's."

"It's fine." Suri stepped out of the lift when it juddered to a halt. "Let's go." she shrugged

Kyle followed, running a hand through his hair, "I don't think Rodan will want to see me."

"Oh, don't be daft. She's quite fond of you, really, she just doesn't like admitting it. She likes to pretend she doesn't have emotions," Suri said in stage whisper.

Kyle chuckled, "If you say so. Why is it that the emo ones are always like that?"

"What's an 'emo'? I've never heard the term, but I suppose since you use it so frequently it must mean something." Suri shrugged.

He laughed again, "An emo is someone who is all punk rock and gives off the whole 'I hate everyone and everything' type of vibe. Rodan acts likes that."

"No she doesn't!" Suri protested, lightly whacking Kyle's arm.

He snickered, "Yes she does."

Suri opened a door. "No, she doesn't, and I'll thank you to not insult her. This way." she said, entering the white room with hundreds of metal crates and blinking lights lining the walls, a white bed with a glowing IV drip nearby. "Rodan," Suri said calmly. She then rushed up to the woman, wrapping her arms around her. "Oh cosmos, I thought you… you could have died!" she whispered. "Ah, you know me, tough as Maruvin Chromium. Suri, I need to get back to my office, and now." she said.

Kyle crossed his arms and walked calmly towards them, stopping a little way behind as to not ruin the reunion.

"Suri, the letters. I need to get-" Rodan stood up, but fell on hands and knees to the floor just as soon as she had gained full height again. "Rodan!" Suri exclaimed. "You need to rest, you were-" "Poisoned, I'm aware. Suri, the letters on my desk, I need to get to them. One of them was poisoned, I need to figure out which, and fast," she said. "So no one else gets hurt?" Suri asked. "No, so whoever did it can't cover their tracks," Rodan looked up. "Oh. Finskad. Did you seriously have to bring the human?" she groaned.

Kyle held his hands up in defense before he crossed them, "I told Suri you wouldn't want to see me but she didn't listen."

"Suri is a stubborn, incompetent bitch who doesn't understand social cues." Rodan said with a slight nod. "Oi, I could have you executed for that," Suri joked, helping Rodan stand up. Rodan gave a weary chuckle and began to move out of the room, slowly, leaning on whatever was available. "Let's just go, you can discharge me whenever as Imperial." Rodan grunted, looking over her shoulder at Suri.

"Rodan, Suri is right. You need rest," He sighed, "And if she's your Imperial couldn't she just order you to bed?"