A/N: Eyyo! Welcome, welcome. So, this is chapter one in Seeing the Truth, part one in the (probably) three part long Trust Me!

You have no idea how proud I am of this. Or how long time it took me to write. This whole first part (Seeing the Truth) is Oh's point of view throught the movie, begining right after Paris. So, just so you know it, I'm obsessed with soul-bonds, soul-mates and the like. You name it, I've got it.

So, as I never once throught the whole movie Home saw any other Boov then Oh turn pink (If you've seen a Boov turn pink, please tell me so I can go and be useful by drowning myself in the toilet.), my mind thought that 'Okay, fair enough, the Boov may be cold creatures, basically not being able to feel happy feelings- but what if there's a reason besides that? I mean, besides Smek, too?'

Boom. Plot bunnies all over the place.

Yeeeeah. Okay. So, Seeing the Truth will be exactly five parts long, involving one scene that's not canon (It's in this chapter, and you'll clearly see where it begins), three words that's not canon (Oh mouthing 'I love you' the moment he 'dies'), naming the Gorg and one Boov AND an epilouge in the last chapter. Though I haven't added any new characters, Trust Me (hehe. See what I did there? No? Oya.)

Yeah, and, I made the Death Song amazing.

Just for the record.

Uhm. SPOILERS, of course.

*insert disclaimer here*

Trust Me – Part One
Seeing the Truth – Chapter One, Under the Stars
Song(s): 'Feel The Light', by Jennifer Lopez. 'Cannonball', by Kiesza.

«What is the purpose of your face?»

Upon hearing Gratuity Tucci's voice, Oh turned slightly to show he'd heard her. He felt weird. Funny. The last few hours he'd had a lot of stuff on his mind. He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know everything, he wanted to tell her everything about what he was. Who he was. And he wanted to know everyhting. But that could wait.

The point is; he wanted to tell her everything. Anything. He didn't know why he wanted to tell her, or how he was supposed to, but he wanted to. Badly.

«I…» he began, furrowing his brows and thinking slightly. How was he going to tell her? He wanted her to know everything, everything possible. «Has confusion.» he told her. It wasn't exactly what he felt, but it was close enough.

Oh turned around and began slowly walking towards the Slushious, Gratuity Tucci following after him with Pigcat in her arms. «I do not wish to be erased… but- maybe captain Smek is right. It is possible I will continue making hilarious mistakes.»

Well, okay, that wasn't exactly it, either, but this, too, was closeness.

Gratuity Tucci snorted and bumped her hip into his side, saying «Probably.»

«That is not making me feel better!» Oh protested, feeling slightly hurt. Fair enough, maybe she was trying to make him feel better by joking with him, but she couldn't have given him some sympathy or anything? You would never make a Boov feel better by telling them that they're making mistakes.

She rolled her eyes. «Nobody's perfect. You know, my mom says your mistakes are what makes you human.» she smiled, putting Pigcat into the car through the open window and turning to look at him.

Oh shrugged slightly. «That is not what makes you Boov.» he decided. Gratuity Tucci rolled her eyes at him again (though playfully), and made a move to open the door.

He had to do it now, Oh realised, if he ever wanted to do it correctly. He gently placed his own hand over her's. «Gratuity Tucci.» he begun, taking away his hand and walking a few steps backwards. «Before we came, captain Smek told us that- the humans needed us.» he told her.

Gratuity Tucci removed her hand and cocked her head slightly at him, looking confused and oddly expectant.

«That the humans were just like the animals. And that we could to make them better. Teach to them. We were told the humans… were simple. And backwards. It- it is what we thought.» he admitted. The last thirty-eight hours he had begun to feel greatly ashamed by this.

«But I am thinking now… that we were thinking wrong. And that captain Smek is the wrongest.» he said, taking a step forwards almost without realising what he was doing. «I am thinking that the Boov should never have come to Smekland.» he paused hesitantly. Something felt wrong…

Realising his mistake, he quickly edited himself. «To- Earthland. So I am saying… the sorry, to you, Gratuity Tucci.»

You are one piece of a stupid Boov, Oh, he thought. Look at that face, that face clearly shows she's not interested in listening to your shit-

he stopped himself when he suddenly felt overwhelmed. In a brief moment he wondered what it was, but then-

her feelings! he realised. Her feelings were crashing down over him like waves, destroying without touching, being there but at the same time not. Now I deffinatly know humans are much more complicated then I thought.

Boovs can normaly only feel one feeling at a time, and they can very often name that feeling on the spot. But what this ''simple humansgirl'' were feeling- he'd never felt anything like it. In the begining, when he met her, he'd thought humans could almost not feel, that they were indeed simple and backwards.

Oh could sense Gratuity Tucci's waves, all from the begining, but he could never pick them up. He ended up thinking that humans couldn't feel strong feelings at all. Boy, he was wrong! What she was feeling now, was so different from what a Boov feel. What a Boov can feel. Their feelings are very strict, almost always one at a time. Strong, oh yes, but only one. He almost staggered at the intensity of her feelings, and the way they were mixed-!

The human in thought brought him back to the world of living by holding the car-key out in front of her. Surprised, Oh held his own hand out, and she dropped the key in his palm. His fingers curled around them on instinct.

«Call me Tip.» she smiled.

It took Oh a moment to understand what she was talking about, and his thoughts spun.

'call me Tip'

'call me Tip'

'call me Tip'

'…my friends call me Tip'

And then it clicked- he couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face as he clutched the key tight to his chest.

And, if he hadn't been so busy with looking into Tip's eyes –those eyes, gee!-, he might have been able to see how his skin turned a weird shade of mixed pink and orange.

If he'd seen it, he might have spared the two of them a lot of trouble.

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Oh smiled slightly as he listened to Tip –Tip! How wonderfull it was to call her that, he said her name more often then needed just to hear the word- play a tune on her guitar. It was still a little bit weird to actually (and, he admitted to himself, finally) feel her feelings, but he was growing more or less used to it.

He chuckled softly to himself when he remebered her reaction when he almost ate the guitar she was playing with. She would make a wonderful Boov with temper problems, he decided.

«It was a new home.» she suddenly said, and he threw a look in her direction as she looked at him. What was she playing at? «A new country. I tried to make friends at school, but…» she glanced at him, and even if Oh hadn't felt the waves of emotions crush into him he'd been able to read the pain in her eyes.

God, what's wrong with me?

He didn't even know the problem, but he wanted to reach out and pat her back, he wanted to comfort her so badly.

He'd always been able to read Boovs, not only in emotions but also because they were an extremely easy species to understand. Everything counted, body language even more then anything. But never in his whole Boov life had he ever felt sadness like the one that was radiating from his human friend.

(And those eyes, gee! So expressionful)

«I was like… this nerd from Barbados.» she said, and the sadness increased.

Oh nearly hit himself in the head as he tried to find something to tell her. Then his whole body lit up. «But you dids to get an 'A' in geometry!» he tried desperatly, wanting so badly to make her feel good again.

He almost sighed in relief as her feelings changed slightly. «Yeah. I did.» she smiled at him, her fingers never leaving the guitar.

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«I know, when the other Boovs said 'Oh' they were not happy to see me.» Oh admitted, throwing quick glances over at Tip, the current driver. He'd decided that if she told him her story, he'd tell her his, but it felt like she was judging him. After all, that was what he'd grown up with.

And this was a painful truth, really, because he'd never even admitted it to himself, though he had known in the deepest pits of his heart that that was how it was.

Surprised at the pained sadness Tip felt, he glanced over at her again. To his shock she was looking at him, and his heart jumped slightly when he understood that she was sad on his behalf. She wasn't judging him

«The true is» he mumbled, pressing a finger against the Lotto machine he'd 'borrowed' from the MOPO. «Among Boovs… I do not fit in.» And this time he actually looked at Tip, not only glancing at her. «I… fit out.» he said, looking down into his lap with a sad expression.

He jumped a little when he felt Tip place her hand on his shoulder, but when he saw who and what it was, he smiled at her.

(GOING OUT OF CANON)

«Hey, Oh?» Tip asked after a few seconds in silence. Oh looked up at her. «How old are you, in reality?» she wondered, curiously.

Oh smiled at her. He knew what she was doing, and it was working. He'd never met anyone so good at doing it; change his thoughts. «I am adult-.» he begun, but before he could finish his sentence, Tip hit the breaks and turned over to look at him.

«What!?» she exclaimed.

«Among Boov» Oh whispered, turning yellow. He did not like the shock and mild anger Tip was feeling for the moment. He gulped.

«What?» she said again, calmer this time, and the car was again in movement.

«A-among Boov, I am adult. But I have lived in nine plus four years.» he told her, the yellow slowly fading into the dull purple of his skin.

«Why do you say it like that?» Tip asked, smiling and looking at him from the drivers seat.

Oh shrugged. «Boov have the life time of a humansperson, but in the age nine we are adult.» he explained slowly, hoping she'd understand. She made a sound of understanding, and he knew she had.

«So you are, in reality, thirteen years?» she said. Oh couldn't quite decifer the feelings he could feel on her skin, since they did really not come with nametags. Though, he knew what it was, but he'd never felt it himself, or on any other Boov for that matter. He knew it, but at the same time not.

He waved the thought away. It wasn't something to ponder about. «Nine plus four, yes.» he said.

«Then I'm older then you.» Tip smirked. Oh cast her a look. Earlier, she'd said she was a child, when they crossed the atlantic, but- oh, nevermind.

«What does you mean?» he asked confused.

«I'm nine plus five.» she told him. Oh didn't quite understand why she was so happy and smug about the fact that she had lived one year more then him, but he waved that thought away too. Nothing to ponder about.

Among Boovs, age didn't really matter that much, so naturally, he was confused.

«I-.» Tip suddenly said, and Oh turned to look at her. She was looking sad again, her eyebrows knitted together and her mouth slightly agape.

«Do tell me, Tip.» he urged, when he understood that she was holding something back.

«W-when I was nine plus two, I- I fell down from a building.» she whispered, glancing at him then quickly away. Oh could tell she was ashamed and scared, plus slightly sad. «Or, more correctly! I was pushed.» she grimaced, and her shame turned to anger. Oh turned slightly red himself; to push someone down from a building is rude.

Not nice.

Seriously.

«It was one of my classmates. Jealous of my 'nerdieness'.» she sighed. Oh listened closely. Who was the devil? Where did he live, full name, any allergies he should know of? Any phobias? «I'm all past it now, of course, but…» Oh decided it didn't matter that Tip didn't hold any grudges towards the little snail, but Oh did. And Oh almost never held any grudges towards anyone.

«My whole right side –and I mean the whole right side, my leg, my hipbone, my shoulder and arm… the entire right side was crushed. It's a miracle I can still walk.» Tip whispered, and Oh turned white. That sounded bad. Like. Really bad. This guy was not going to have a nice, short death, surely not.

«I was held in the hospital almost a whole year before the doctors let me out. It was surprisingly fast, considering I was, literally, crushed. When I actually could walk again, my mom held a party. It was really worth coming to, and everyone that came wanted to talk to me. I was actually happy. I changed schools, but, because of the fact I were held in hospital a whole year, I needed to take fifth grade over again.»

Oh nearly saw red. «What about the mate class» he asked, all his muscles ready for fight or flight. He knew he was burning a deep, hot red, but he didn't really care, not now. Where did these feelings come from? He'd never –EVER- been so mad at anyone before. Tip glanced over at him at the sound of his voice.

Oh didn't see it, but when she saw his colour, she smiled fondly. The only reason Oh knew she did, was because of her feelings. «The idiot were removed from his parents and went through a lot of shit because of what he did. I've never seen him again.» she assured him.

«Uhm… Oh?» she asked, and Oh finally glanced up at her. «You- you're not going to kill him, are you?»

Oh snorted a laughter, but, feeling that she was uncomfortable at his anger, tried to calm down. «I am sorry.» he whispered, and looked surprised up when the car stopped moving.

«Com 'ere.» Tip smiled, and held her arms out. The next moment she was hugging him. Oh's eyes widened briefly, but he enjoyed the physical contact.

It was weird, how the Boov accepted anger more then they accepted better feelings, feelings that felt better, like hope or friendlieness.

But he found it even weirder, how humanspersons accepted both.

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Oh had to seriously re-consider his believes, he decided. Boov was deffinetly not that good at deciding what was useless after all. For a while ago, Tip had asked him what the 'clouds' were supposed to do. Apparently, she meant the balls of 'Uselesness', as captain Smek called them.

After that, every time they'd passed one, Tip explained what they were used for.

For examples, one of the first things he'd seen be Useless, was called a bicycle, and they were used as a form of transport for humanspersons.

The items that'd saved a few Boov officers in Paris at the top of the great antenna were apparently umbrellas, and they were used as a way of keeping the rain away.

Oh'd been surprised at that, since the Boov originally was an aqua-animal after all.

And they'd even banned tables from Earthland.

With that thought in mind, he opened his candybar and smiled at Tip, who smiled back. «She is so amazing.» she said, and showed Oh a picture of her Mymom with her cellphone. Oh let out a joyful gasp at the picture of the two hugging, before he stuffed the candy paper into his mouth.

«She spared everything she had so we could move and things would be better for us.»

Oh's heart leapt with joy when Tip took the candy he offered her without even hesitating. He was really exited to meet this Mymom. Anyone who cared so badly for Tip must be great persons. «Oh! I cannot wait to meet Mymom.» he told Tip and took the phone from her.

She smiled at him under the stars, the light from them shining in her eyes, and Oh found his breath stuck in his troath.

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Oh was pretty sure that he could never see Smek into the eyes ever again, as both he and Tip erupted into laughter. For the moment, Oh was pretending to be the captain by holding a blue comb over his mouth and waving wildly with Tip's guitar.

He was amazed that she actually let him do it, after the episode where he almost ate it.

«My name is captain Smek! Shush, shush, shush!» he laughed, and Tip barked out a new series of laughter. Oh smiled at her, and even in the middle of all the laughing, he couldn't but pause and enjoy the sound. Never had he laughed so much in his whole life, and never had anyone laughed with him.

(He loved it.)

He enjoyed it greatly.

The future wasn't something he cared much about. It wasn't in Boov nature to do so, and that just made enjoying these moments with Tip much easier.

«Boov tecnology is faaaaaaaaar to complicated for a simple humansgirl to figure out!» she suddenly pretended, and both of them fell apart in laughter.

Never had Oh felt better or more at ease with anyone.

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Outside of the Slushious the rain was falling heavy. Oh was driving, with a small smile tugging gently at his lips. The last few hours had been some of the best hours in his life. He had to admit it to himself now; he'd realised he hated the life he'd had before. Earlier. B.G.T (Before Gratuity Tucci).

But of course, he had to live with it. And besides, he didn't know anything else at the time. He didn't even know he hated it.

And he was listening to music. Humanspersons music, actually. When he allowed himself to do it, when he allowed himself to be unique, he found he rather enjoyed it. He didn't listen to the text, not really, but he still loved it.

Hearing a soft noise from the back of the car, he turned around to look at Tip's sleeping form. He felt some alien warmth bloom in his chest, and couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his lips. When Tip turned around in her sleep, and her blanket fell of her, Oh made a surprised sound, but the noise drowned in the music.

He placed his pads on the wheel before reaching back and placing the blanket over the girl again. He smiled fondly at her. His whole life, he hadn't really had anyone to care about, but he'd still tried. Though nobody appreacciated it.

But now…. now that he knew someone, now that he actually had someone to care about, he'd never let them go. Now that he actually had someone to care about, she'd have the best time of her life in his company. He patted her back gently before leaning back into the front, replacing his pads with his hands.

Oh slowly turned up the music, and surprised himself when he danced slightly in the seat. Not because he danced, but because he did it himself, and not some weird Boov instinct.

Glancing over at the seat next to him, he saw Pigcat and reached out to pet him. He smiled again when the cat purred softly.

When he looked out the front window, he was met with a wonderful sight. The stars outside looked oddly known, as if he'd seen something like it before, and he let out a small gasp when he realised they actually kinda looked like the ones from the 'art' Tip had brought from Paris.

He turned to look at it, and smiled.

Again.

He got the weird urge that we wanted to look at Tip yet again (although he'd been looking at her much the last few hours), and instead of turning around to do so, he quickly adjusted the rear mirror so it showed the back of the car and her sleeping form.

If he hadn't been so busy looking at it, he might have noticed that he turned a hot, bright pink.

But he didn't. Though, he was perfectly fine knowing that she was his friend. They were friends, and in his blissful obliviation of what they were, that was enough.

What he didn't know, was that later…

that feeling and colour would mean so much more.

-END CHAPTER ONE-