Contact: A Legacy 1.2

Contact: A Legacy 1.2 By LeahT

Dylan walked out of his room with his hair slightly a mess and looked down at Peach. She sideways glanced at him, but still kept an ear towards the TV.

"Peach, I came to the conclusion that we have to get you real clothes and a hat," he said formally.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked picking at her top and eyeing her skirt. "And do you have a thing for girls in hats? Is that why you want me to wear one?"

"Humans do not wear this. People will notice. As for the hat, people do not have ears like that," he said pointing to her cat ears. "I have no idea where you get the idea that I have the hots for you, but I don't. Now, stop it."

"Hots? Do you have a fever?"

Dylan sighed and started towards the door, "I'm going out to get you some girl clothes because I obviously don't have any here. Please don't break anything."

He muttered to himself as he left the apartment. Peach's eyes watched him leave.

"Hmm... His hindquarters aren't too bad," she said to herself and turned to face the TV to wait for Dylan's return.

After a couple hours, Dylan came back home and saw Peach in the same exact spot, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

"You're still watching this crap?" he asked.

"It's really funny. This cow and this farmer are arguing. I didn't know Earth cows had such a sense of humor! You need to let me meet one," Peach giggled.

Dylan shook his head, "I put your clothes in the bedroom. Go try them on. We need go out to get food anyway."

"You should have just got your food when you were getting my clothes, silly," she laughed.

"I don't know what you aliens eat. It could be worms!" he grimaced.

"Worms are not for me, thank you very much. But, if you wish to cook them in jelly or jam, I would try them," she said uneasily.

"Ugh... just... go put on your clothes."

"Dylan?" Peach called in a small voice.

He turned to face her coming out of the bedroom in her new outfit.

"I don't think this is me."

"Nonsense, I think I saw a model wear it," Dylan stifled a small ounce of laughter.

"My top ears are cramped under this thing and there is no hole for my tail in this! Do I have to cut one myself or do I have to just sneak it up under the hem of this dress?" she complained.

"Hide it under your dress, dummy," he rolled his eyes. "We're supposed to be hiding you. Hiding you from the government and hiding you from the hounds. Remember? Now you can go out in public. Nice hiding your hair up like that. I was thinking about dying it."

"Dying it? You were going to kill my hair?!" Peach coiled away from him and shoved her hat over her head further.

"No, dying means to make it a different color. You're really weird... And you said top ears a moment ago. You have more ears?" Dylan leaned in closer and saw she had ears just like his, too. "Ew."

"Ew? I thought my cat ears were cute. Don't you humans have a thing for them? I read somewhere that some guys really like them. There are videos and--"

"Shopping!"

"But..."

"You said you were hungry, right? Food! Let's go get food," Dylan said in a hurry and they were out the door.

"Dylannnnnn... I'm... so... hungry..." Peach wailed.

"We're almost there! Sheesh! Would you shut up for just a second? You've been complaining ever since we left the house. You're just like a real cat, you know that? You won't shut up until you're fed..." Dylan grunted and quickened the pace.

"Slow downnnn! You're going... too fast!" she whined.

"Please stop whining and complaining! It's driving me insane!"

"But I'm so... hungry... I'm going to die!" she blubbered.

Dylan groaned, "Stop being so damn childish! Look, we're here. Thank you, thank you, we are here!"

"Who are you thanking?"

"My hands for not punching you because if I did, you would have complained about that as well and it would have taken longer," he muttered and entered a little building with Peach trailing along shortly behind him.

"You want to eat out here?" Dylan asked incredulously.

"It's a nice day," Peach beamed.

"Your happiness sickens me. I'm eating inside," he stated.

"Do you have a job?" Peach asked.

Dylan turned around, "What?"

"A job, do you have one?" she repeated slowly as if he was stupid.

"I... um... paint," he said shyly. "I'm going to go eat my food now."

"Please sit," she did her best puppy... um, kitty eyes, at him.

"Oh, fine."

"I would like to see your artwork," Peach giggled. "I'm sure you are a very good artist."

"No," Dylan grunted. "I do not let anyone see my work."

"But..." Peach protested, "how will you get famous and earn money if you do not show anyone your work? This does not make any sense."

Dylan shook his head, "I only show my boss my work. But no one else."

"Oh," Peach was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Are you eating grass?"

"This is lettuce. I am eating a salad."

"Where I come from, we call that grass."

"Well, where I come from, your hair is not the color of a peach, it is the color of a grapefruit," he shot at her.

Peach looked appalled, "You're not a very nice human."

"Thank you. Can we go now?"

"When you're done with your grass."

"Ugh."

In the middle of the crowded library, Rovotz let out a loud evil laugh. He got a few stares and many "shhh"s. Some people just ignored him and kept reading or searching for books.

"She's been here! My master is going to be so pleased..." he chuckled to himself.

"This is very good... I am on her trail... but..." he paused and straightened up. "This... trail has been clouded with the strong scent of humans. Ugh... Stupid humans. Why must they all smell so horrible? Maybe one of these Earthlings saw her leave. She would be easy to spot with those ears and tail, yes?"

"Weird guy, why are you talking to yourself?" a middle-aged man with thinning hair asked from behind him.

Rovotz whirled around.

"You there! Smelly, fat, bald man!" he pointed at the man to make it more obvious.

"Excuse me?" the man's jaw dropped.

"I do not see anyone else of that description," he stated then cleared his throat. "I am looking for a girl with pink ears and a tail. Tell me where she is or you will be incinerated."

"Go back to the crazy house where you belong, dude!" he exclaimed.

"How dare you!" Rovotz glared at the man, then checked his tracker's to do list. It had nothing to do with killing humans. He sighed.

"Not only are you smelly, fat, and bald, but you are also lucky. I am not allowed to kill any humans on this trip. You best be keeping your eyes open because the next trip I take to Earth, I am coming here just for you. Do you understand me, Pudgy?"

"Jerk," the man spat.

"At least all my weight is muscle," Rovotz smirked.

"Shhhh! Children, please!" A granny-looking librarian shushed them to be quiet. Even Rovotz knew not to argue with librarians. They both shut up instantly.

"I am so tired," Peach sighed. She slumped over on the table.

"Then go to sleep," Dylan instructed. "I'm thinking about doing the same."

She looked up at him, "Do I sleep in this dress? Can I take off the hat?"

"Oh, crap. I forgot to get you pjs."

"Well, on our planet, we normally just sleep in the nude," Peach said and brightened up. She began to lower the straps of her dress. Dylan put his hands up.

"No. Definitely not. You can borrow one of my shirts. They're in the bottom drawer of my dresser."

"Dylan! I picked a shirt! Come in and tell me if this one's okay to use!" Peach called from the bedroom.

"Peach, I'm sure it's fine!" he yelled back.

"No! Come in here!"

He rolled his eyes and walked towards the bedroom reluctantly, "This pet is really getting on my nerves. Why do I have to see it? I bet what she picked is fine..."

"How do I look? Do I look sexy?" Peach purred.

"Peach! You... stop... Stop posing like that... Just... Maybe you should wear pants, too, it would... Um... I... Uhhh... Oh it's whatever," Dylan blushed and looked away.

"Oh, you don't want to admit that I look purrrrfect in your clothes. I heard it's something guys like. I look adorable, doncha think?" she winked at him and ran a finger across his chest.

"I don't think so at all..."

She chuckled, "That's not what your rising temperature and faster heartbeat says, Dylan."

The way she said his name tightened his chest. He let in a sharp intake of air and exited the room.

"Why does she have to do that to me? I'm a man after all... I have feelings," he mumbled to himself. "Okay, maybe I am a little rude and sometimes don't seem like I do, but that's just mean... Messing with me... Messing with a man. Pfft. That Peach, that Grapefruit... is just plain mean, I don't care how innocent she looks."

"Dylan? Are you mad?" Peach asked and poked her head out of the door.

"No, I'm not... mad..." he forced through his teeth. It wasn't exactly a lie. He was just a little frustrated. She really was adorable and teasing a mean was just harsh.

"Can I go to couch now?"

"Yes, you can go to couch," Dylan smiled for the first time since they had met.