Hey everyone! bascially, I'm going to post here a lot of one shots based on Devektra and Sandor. they're so dorks and it's killing me.

This is an AU where the Lorics managed to beat the Mogadorians' lazy selfish asses so no one went to earth and they live happily ever after on Lorien.

The bombs are over. The screaming stopped. There are no fighting noises and Mogs roars in the distance. No Mogadorian soldiar or one of their creatures is trying to attack me.

Everything was replaced by silence.

I look around. There's nothing but ash, everywhere. And fire that's about to die out.

What's going on?

I slowly spin around a few times to see if I missed something or someone. Suddenly my heart skips a beat. I can feel my cheeks losing their color. My head becomes light, as if I was lying down and got up too fast. My sight becomes blurry and dark points are flying around. If this is over, I think, what happened to Devektra?

I place my hand on my forehead and try to get back my sight. I can barely see anthing. I need to snap out of it.

Still recovering, I start to run towards the horizon. I don't know where I'm running to, but I see remains of houses and fire. Some people are lying lifeless in the ground. I need to find her. I need to find someone before something might happen.

And to think that a while ago Devektra was getting ready to her show. She knew it would come. The kiss we shared. Her amazing heartbreaking performance. It all seems like ages ago. I wish I could go back and listen to her, because maybe if I did the attack could be stopped.

She has to be okay. Devektra's not weak. She's the last person I'd call weak, the last one to give up. I wanted her to stay with me, but she ran to friend her Garde friends. She's so loyal she would protect the planet even if it costs her life. She was right all this time. We're not perfect, we never were and we will never be.

She can't be dead. It's unaccpectable.

Just when I start to think she might be, I hear footsteps. Loud footsteps. Someone is running.

I turn around to the source of the sound. I see a tiny figure far far away from me. I can't help but think maybe it's her. Maybe both of us are lucky. As I start to run and get closer to the person I can't recognize, I realize that the other person isn't running. I manage to see a piece of fabric and a long wood on the person's leg. It's limping.

"Sandor?" I hear a woman's voice coming from the unknown figure. That melodic unforgetable voice. I regocnize it as soon as the first syllable comes out. The voice sounds so clear and fresh, like it's cutting between the fog in my mind.

"Devektra!" I shout back and start running even faster. The ground is hard and I watch out from rocks and pieces of glass and cement. When I'm close to Devektra, I see she's badly hurt. Her clothes are ripped, her arms are stick with blood, her face is covered with ash and she can't step on one leg. I quickly rush to her and grab her arms beneat her shoulders. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

I can't think of anything to say. As soon as I saw her like this, injured and scared, the words flew from my mouth. I just stare at her as try to move my lips.

"Your leg," I finally find something clever to mention and look down at the ground. "What happened to it?"

"One of their beasts took me by my arm and hit me on the ground. I'm lucky it didn't slashed me with its teeth but I broke my leg. I tired to make it stay still but it didn't really work out." She moves her gaze to me and I notice her eyes are a bit red. She's trying not to cry. When she notices I saw her tears she wips her eyes with her hand in anger. But it doesn't help, after she brings her hand down to the side of her body, she bursts into tears. I see the big wet tears rolling down her face as she sobs and the painful sound that raises from her throat into the air breaks my heart.

I wrap my arms around her and push her closer. She rubs her head againt my dirty shirt and hold her hands against it. "It's okay," I repeat it a few times as I lower my head on the top of hers. "It's alright. They're gone. You're safe now. It's okay."

She shivers in my arms because she tries to calm herself down before she lets go of me and look into my eyes. "I was so scared. So many of us are dead. I saw Garde lying next to Cepans and children. I got panicked so fast. I'm a coward, Sandor."

"No, you're not," I answer, determind to change her mind. "You fought bravely. You ran to find the other Garde to protect everyone. You could leave and get cover, but you didn't."

"But I ran away when the Cimaera was destroyed. I should have stayed, I should have helped the people." Devektra shakes her head and I try to catch her gaze.

"You were scared. Everyone was. It's completely legitimate."

Devektra smiles at me with a sad eyes. She's looking at me but it seems like she's worlds away. Slowly, she raises her hand are starts to stroke my cheek. Her fingers are long and elegant and her palm feels soft against my skin. It feels like slow motion when she leans forward and places her lips against mine. Although we've only kissed one time, the feeling of her lips against mine is so familiar. The same warmth appears in my chest. I bring my arms to her back, and hug her tightly. I cup her cheek as we kiss just a few seconds before it ends and Devektra looks at the ground.

We look at each other with silence.

"Your leg." I remember. "Your leg is broken and we just stand here." I shake my head disappointedly, cursing myself. I kneel and open my arms. "I'll carry you."

Devektra looks at me without saying a thing for a second. I think it's the first time I see her shy. She nods at me and I take her on my arms, her arms around my shoulder. She's light and it doesn't surprise me at all.

She leans her head against my arm after I ask where are we going. "Central Park, everyone alive is gathered there." She answers quietly. She looks exhausted. "As much as I'd like to sleep, I'll guide us." I'll never get used to her mind reading Legacy. I see a flash of a smile on her face. "You must be really proud of yourself. Kissing the most famous singer in Lorien twice. Such an achievement." For the first time since we met I don't get embarrassed by her teasing. In fact, it's the first time I'm glad she's teasing me. We exchanged smirks before a thought comes to my mind.

"I know it all went too fast but, I..." I start to say and close my mouth shout, not sure if I should say what I want to. "... I love you, Devektra."

"I love you too, Sandor, and you know it. I told you. When I sensed your thoughts, when I saw you, I knew." Devektra answers, and I'm so relieved that she feels the same way.

We lean forward each other and press our heads, rubbing our foreheads against each other. Devektra's breath feels warm on my face. I don't know why, but it feels like we've known each other for ages. It feels like our whole lives we were waiting for each other. Both of us are different, outcasts, and we've finally found someone to share what we feel with.

"I'm so glad you're alive," I say, moving away from her a bit, so I can see her eyes.

"Yeah," She gives me a little smile. "I'm glad I'm not dead, too." The smile turns into laughing that lights up her face and I start to laugh with her.

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After a healer called Maia comes and takes care of me and Devektra, we find a little spot on the park and decide to sit on a small little brown bench. Devektra puts her legs on my, stretching her healed leg. I put my hand on it and stroke it as she tells me that she left her Garde friends to look for me and they told her they would be waiting here. She adds the group of healers are checking every person who comes here and see if they're hurt and now people went on small groups of five to look for lost people who survived.

"You were right from the beginning," I say. "How did you know?"

"I have no idea, honestly. I just felt it. I knew something wrong was about to happen." Devektra shrugs.

"The song you sang was beautiful. Your voice without legacies effects is rare. Like one of a kind." I say, looking at her softly. It is possible to be in love with someone's voice?

"I'm not just a pretty face, mister," She jokes. "And the song, well, it all bursted up from my chest. You know it's about Lorien and that I sang it for you, don't you?"

"Yes, I know." I say. "I know you said we can still be good. So let's try, okay? Step by step. Let's be good."

"I told you it's not too late," She looks at me and smiles.

We sit there, hugging each other for a few minutes. I don't care who sees. I don't care what they think. It's a new age. For all of us.