Sorry it's so short. The next might be too. The Title of this chapter is so overused in fics and cheesy, but it fits.

Alek was in the air. Flying, or so he thought. Then the back of his head connected with the wall, then so did his back, and reality came rushing back to him. When his foot hit the ground, he heard something and he felt a great searing pain in his ankle. His head was throbbing where Jaspert's fist had connected with it, only an inch forward of his temple. His eyes focused, and suddenly, his injuries aside; he was afraid.

Afraid of Jaspert. He thought it would be an encounter of laughs and shared stories, mostly his and Deryn's escape, but it turned into a violent encounter. Fear took over his senses, his arms pushed him up from the ground, and his legs straightened. He balanced, wobbled, and picked up a run down the hallway. He hadn't noticed that at some point he had started crying. He was crying from fear. Not just fear, pain and heartbreak. He could never meet Deryn again, and he didn't know why, but he blamed himself. He knew it wasn't something he did, it was Jaspert. Or was it? He had fallen for her. Who would've guessed?

His servant. He came to the front of the building, choked out an order to take him home, and he was in the carriage pulled by some beast. Was it ungodly? He had been taught that. But living aboard the Leviathan had changed him. Think of it like a machine, he told himself, and then it won't seem ungodly.

The carriage took him to an awaiting Zeppelin, which was to take him back. All of the Zeppelins were going back. The war is almost over, all that needs to be done is to convince Russia to stop attacking. But Churchill was going to do that, they were allies, not him and Russia.

Alek had managed to stop crying in the carriage. Once onboard the zeppelin, he had gotten his ankle looked at, and the two spots on his head where he was punched and hit the wall. He was told they would only become bruises, and bad ones at that. Now he was at home, although he'd only ever been to the emperor's palace a few times before. But the first thing he did after arriving was find his grand-uncle's, his, he corrected himself, bedroom and go to sleep. Sleep didn't come suddenly, but he just slowly seemed to drift off. He was half asleep when he started crying again, but this time only out of heartbreak. He didn't know if he cried while he slept, as his mind was asleep while his body was awake, and it took them a while to catch up to each other.

I think it's okay. One of the better chapters. I like this one and the last one. Tell me what you think in your…Review!