Took me a little to get around to doing it but here you go, Tobias/Ax as requested! Had to use the [] instead of the arrows because of the whole formatting issue, but you know what they mean. Very, very subtle slash but it kinda fits the feel of this piece. *might stick it up on her fiction journal because it got longer than intended*
Only One-Third Human.
After they'd returned to Earth (they'd survived the crash but the Rachel hadn't; Tobias felt like he'd traded her for Ax just like she'd been traded for the Earth all those years ago), Ax had followed Tobias back to his mountains. He hadn't wanted to leave his shorm before, but Tobias hadn't been willing to accept any company, grieving over Rachel in his sad solitude.
Now, though, Ax couldn't let him lock himself away again in the bird-cage-body. Ax had his own life back beucause of the Animorphs and the Rachel and honor her memory as well as that of his brother (Tobias was his family as well as his shorm), he could not let Tobias be alone once more.
It will get better, Ax had told him when the war was over. Ax had told Tobias a lot of things, mostly to do with Andalite honor, mourning and love.
Tobias didn't say much, but he had listened, then flown away.
Rachel had been the only thing holding him to humanity. With her gone, Tobias had retreated into his bird side and even as Ax approached, Tobias ruffled up his feathers angrily and gazed down at Ax with angry predator eyes. [Go away.]
[Rachel is dead.] Ax said in reply, almond eyes on Tobias as his stalk eyes scanned the area for any threats, [You do not belong amongst humans, but you were only one-third human to begin with.]
Ax smiled that strange, mouthless Andalite smile and extended one of his delicate hands upwards towards Tobias, [There is no reason for you to choose to be a bird if you could be an Andalite instead.]
He had made this offer to Tobias once before, right before Rachel's funeral, and Tobias had left. Ax hadn't seen him again until the funeral itself.
Now, as Tobias held his gaze with an intensity that made Ax long to look at him directly with all four eyes (danger, cried his instincts but his heart cried, hush), Ax began to fear that perhaps it had been too soon again. Perhaps the double-loss of Tobias' beloved had only pushed his shorm even further from him instead of reminding Tobias of the camaderie between them.
Then Tobias fluttered down from the tree and began to demorph and Ax knew that all would be well.
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After they'd returned to Earth (they'd survived the crash but the Rachel hadn't; Tobias felt like he'd traded her for Ax just like she'd been traded for the Earth all those years ago), Ax had followed Tobias back to his mountains. He hadn't wanted to leave his shorm before, but Tobias hadn't been willing to accept any company, grieving over Rachel in his sad solitude.
Now, though, Ax couldn't let him lock himself away again in the bird-cage-body. Ax had his own life back beucause of the Animorphs and the Rachel and honor her memory as well as that of his brother (Tobias was his family as well as his shorm), he could not let Tobias be alone once more.
It will get better, Ax had told him when the war was over. Ax had told Tobias a lot of things, mostly to do with Andalite honor, mourning and love.
Tobias didn't say much, but he had listened, then flown away.
Rachel had been the only thing holding him to humanity. With her gone, Tobias had retreated into his bird side and even as Ax approached, Tobias ruffled up his feathers angrily and gazed down at Ax with angry predator eyes. [Go away.]
[Rachel is dead.] Ax said in reply, almond eyes on Tobias as his stalk eyes scanned the area for any threats, [You do not belong amongst humans, but you were only one-third human to begin with.]
Ax smiled that strange, mouthless Andalite smile and extended one of his delicate hands upwards towards Tobias, [There is no reason for you to choose to be a bird if you could be an Andalite instead.]
He had made this offer to Tobias once before, right before Rachel's funeral, and Tobias had left. Ax hadn't seen him again until the funeral itself.
Now, as Tobias held his gaze with an intensity that made Ax long to look at him directly with all four eyes (danger, cried his instincts but his heart cried, hush), Ax began to fear that perhaps it had been too soon again. Perhaps the double-loss of Tobias' beloved had only pushed his shorm even further from him instead of reminding Tobias of the camaderie between them.
Then Tobias fluttered down from the tree and began to demorph and Ax knew that all would be well.