Summary: The crew have a tentative truce. Dreams ship can't leave, not unless they fix it which isn't anytime soon. So Phil is gonna- yes Wilbur they have to help them get planet side- no they won't leave them in the middle of space, we have manners.

Truce between Wilbur and Drista??? mayhaps?? pogchamp??

Also, someone please hide the eggs.

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Notes:

Ender: Hi how are yall? XD. I'd apologize for the wait but it'll be like 4 chapters in a row. I DID have things to say but i completely forgot so until further not- OH WAIT I REMEMBER okay. Chapter 1 has gone through a Cyber approved Edit! It's just easier to read now for those of you who read this more than once XD

Cyber: *demonic cackling* We have returned and I was given the writing stick this chapter my life is complete!!!

Alright carry on.

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Tommy's POV (Mostly, bit of Drista to tho):

After a fair amount of screaming and panicked thrashing (mostly on Wilburs part as he warded off the vicious pen), Tommy eventually sends Shroud on another errand somewhere on the ship with a series of hisses and clicks

Finally Dream was able to successfully scan and check up on Tubbo. Tommy was next to Tubbo the entire time. As reassurance and just to keep an eye on Dream. But Dream never touched Tubbo, only doing so after quietly asking him for bruising and poking 3 spots and that's it.

First thing Dream did was check on the wings and write things down before actually checking up on the rest of the body. The crew keeping a close eye on him that Drista couldn't help but shudder at the intense attention being laid on Dream.

Dream either doesn't realize or is not acknowledging them, he just hums after patching Tubbos wounds up.

Then the Dreamon clears his throat and shows them the results on a screen.

(Note to readers: we will be including what Dream and the others say but be aware Tommy can't understand it anymore then he's been able to for most of this fic. The only time he gets answers are when the text is not in italics) "Good news and bad news. Good news is Tubbo will make a quick recovery. Bad news I can't say the same for his wings. Unlike other avian related species who have leather or feathers for wings, insect relative wings can't grow or make a large injury recovery"

Tubbo tenses before making a quiet 'oh' sound. Dejected. Tommy takes a wild guess from Tubbos reaction that the news isn't good. Tommy quickly looks up towards Drista.

"What did he say? Can he help Tubbo?"

He looks worried, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously. Drista looks at him with sympathy.

"He said Tubbo will make a full recovery, but his wings on the other hand won't regrow"

Tommy's expression falls quietly, looking mournful for Tubbo.

Dream looks over at Drista.

"I can... likely make a Prosthetic or patch for him. It will take awhile but I'm going to need something from either you or Drista"

Tommy tenses, but Drista just nods, she seems to know what Dream's getting at though based on her light grimace Tommy's not gonna like it..

"Oh jeez, are you talking about our nails?"

Drista hated when Dream had to use or copy cell structures to the closest materials. It's always so weird and tedious but she gets that sometimes that's what he needs to help people. Tommy just looks at Drista and then back at Dream, confused and marginally less tense since Drista doesn't look particularly upset, still he doesn't like the sound of what they are suggesting.

"Wh-what? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Dream sighed at the curse but pulled up another screen to show Tommy, and also pulled up a second holo screen to show the crew as well, so they aren't left in the dark. He also signals Drista to translate for Tommy so he doesn't have to repeat everything twice.

"Most insect wings and other smaller creatures have wings that are made of Chitin, it's a natural building material that makes up most insect like wings"

Dream pulls up a diagram of Tubbos wings with descriptions and arrows pointing at certain points on it. Then he pulls another visual of human nails and hair.

"Interestingly enough the closest similar material that you're going to find on this ship is Keratin. Which is what your fingernails are made of- as well as your hair. it's possible for me to alter it enough to be light and a near perfect replica of Chitin. Or if needs be, a patch of hair and some potions might be able to do something"

Dream kept his tone upbeat and his movements calm, while he explained, and while Tommy was clearly listening to her translation he was also clearly intrigued and interested in what Dream was showing them. Drista smiled to herself as she spoke she loved it when Dream taught things it made it so much easier to understand. The moment is shattered though when Tommy narrows his eyes thoughtfully at Dream, clearly suspicious.

"Why can't you just replicate Chitin if that's what it's really made of?"

Tommy asks. Which yea makes sense. Dream has pretty advanced materials and medical stuff, but again, not like he's ever made a prosthetic for insect wings.

"Theoretically I can but I don't have the proper materials to create it, not on board anyways or on hand. Keratin is the closest source..."

Dream trails off, hesitant to ask from Tommy considering how... Tommy feels about Dream. It takes a second for Tommy to understand what Dream means.

"EW what!? You want my fingernails?!"

"It doesn't have to be the nails! If anything it's hair that would be better. And I don't WANT it but I do need it to start trying to make a prosthetic or patch!"

"WHO EVEN ASKS FOR SOMEONE'S NAILS!?"

"I'M NOT ASKING FOR YOUR NAILS!"

"Oh my stars you two! You'd think I'm the oldest in the room- Dream give me a sec to talk to him"

Drista swiftly cuts in, though a big part of her wanted to let them continue. It was very entertaining.

"Go talk to the rest of the crew and tell them what's happening. I'll talk to dear ol' Tom here"

Tommy looks at her with an almost offended expression on his face. "Don't call me that"

"Just give him some of your hair. You look like you could use a hair cut anyways"

"What the fuck?! Why not your hair huh? Why's it gotta be me!?"

"Have you looked in a mirror? YOU'RE A RUG RAT RACCOON JUST LET US GIVE YOU A HAIRCUT!"

"OW OW OW! DON'T YOU DARE PULL ON MY HAIR WOMAN!"

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Drista had to take him back to her room and into the restroom to cut some of his hair. Some- okay a lot, of aliens have sensitive fur and hair. That they in some way shape or form have uses for and that often require a great deal of sensitivity for their survival. Because of this most of their biology already knows how long to grow hair before stopping. Humans don't have that luxury. Well most humans anyways.

She was able to cut a good amount of his hair while collecting it in a bag. She has to use a vacuum of some sort to get rid of any leftover hair that she didn't grab. Then Drista looks at the few strands of hair that are on the floor in disdain, and Tommy finds his thoughts once again rudely interrupted by the blonde haired girl.

"Great. I'll have to disinfect the room"

"WHAT THE FUCK!? I DON'T HAVE DISEASES ON ME!"

"EVEN AFTER A SHOWER YOU LOOK LIKE A DISEASE!"

After some bickering and playful(?) shoving, his hair looked less like the hair nest of an arrested ex-president and instead, almost like a flattened corn husk, a few of his curls sticking out, but still relatively neat. None of the matted tangles that persisted even after he showered were present any longer and though he was reluctant to admit it, the sheer lightness of his head and the absence of the once omnipresent matts was extremely relieving.

Drista stood proudly behind him, and sent him a smirk when he made eye contact in the mirror.

"See? Much better!"

Tommy looks at himself in the mirror and turns his way this way and that, looking at his, admittedly, much nicer hair. Not that he'll say anything to her. The brat.

She then begins to aggressively wave him out of the bathroom.

"Shoo, I have to disinfect"

OHHHHH he takes back everything nice he's ever said about her, she's soooo lucky her brother is a Dreamon or he'd have punted her already.

Tommy scowls at her but struggles to have real heat in his scowl, cause sure she's rude and brash, but well ... .another human, with human mannerisms... it's...nice.

"Alright alright you germaphobe, jeez"

Then she says the worst thing she possibly could,

"Can you take that bag to Dream? Thanks"

Then before he can even get a word of protest in edgewise the door to her room has slammed shut in his face.

He... reaaaaally didn't want to do that. I- it's weird. Handing his hair to someone else so they can do some weird space voodoo magic? Mmm not a fan. But he's got no other option if he wants to help Tubbo. Just hand the bag to Dream. Simple. Easy task. Hand the bag, don't even have to look at him, he can do this.

"Are... you going to continue staring at the bag until it bursts into flames or...?"

Tommy did not yelp, he did not.

Dream was standing in front of him in the medbay. When did Tommy get here? He must've been on autopilot or something cause he does not remember moving. Sorta, he's always moving if you think about it. Spaceships are always drifting, no gravity or anything to stop it, what's it called? Newtons law? He thinks its Newton's law...maybe Murphy's-

Dream clears his throat, looking down at Tommy unsurely, a look on his face as if he's silently wondering if Tommy's broken, then Dream gently takes the bag out of Tommy's hand, halting for a moment when Tommy flinches at his touch. Tommy looks at his hand before slowly letting go of it, letting Dream take it. Dream lets out a... a sound- it's a sound alright. Not a purr but it sounded encouraging?

Tommy drifts to sit next to Tubbo, letting Dream work his magic or whatever it was he's doing. They said making a patch or something, he's not a scientist so he'll let them figure that shit out. He takes Tubbos hand and gently squeezes it reassuringly, he's not sure if it's for Tubbo or himself. The others are there too, talking. They looked more relaxed, still tense but Techno seems just as unbothered as ever. Tommy can tell by his stance he's ready though, should any of the others pull something.

Someone walks into the room from the left exit. It's the blue gooey alien from before, the one he bumped into.

(Once again keep in mind, Tommy does not understand Common/Galactic, But for readers sake it will still be typed, just in case ppl get confused)
"So... we have an issue"

The fire one- Sapnap if his memory is right, threw his arms up, maybe exasperated, or angry.

"Great, another problem, just add more to the pile huh?"

He got a glare from... He doesn't know the blue gooey guy's name so Papa Smurf it will be until further notice.

"When the human- err.. Tommy crashed into me it caused some of my slime to get on the controls and while normally that's an easy fix for me it took me awhile to properly clean it and now it's all messed up"

"And that means...?"

Sapnap drawls, Tommy personally is silently wondering how something that's literally made of lava and rock can talk.

Papa Smurf scrunched it's... his? Face at Sapnap.

"It means we can't move, and a simple clean in the wires isn't going to be as 'simple' as I hoped"

Sapnap groans.

"So we're stuck in space? Fantastic, beautiful even"

"Yes and no, our ship can't move. Buuut.."

Papa Smurf looks over at Tommy's crew. Philza and Techno click on immediately.

"You want us to give you a lift mate?"

Tommy's really wishing he understood them right about now cause both Philza and Techno are focusing rather hard on Papa Smurf and he'd like to know why. Sadly just like the last few times Papa Smurf opened his mouth all Tommy hears is a series of strange noises.

"Yes, exactly. We can't move and your ship can, we can stay attached and ditch the raiders ship after sending a beacon for cops to arrest them. You can pull us to whatever destination you were planning before this whole mess happened then ditch us if you like"

Wilbur made a face at that, grumbling silently but he didn't seem to say anything in particular in regards to whatever Papa Smurf was saying.

Tommy looks over at Dream, hesitating before calling out.

"What are you guys saying? Wilbur looks like someone ate his cat but he's trying to live with it"

Dream gave him a confused look but seemed to mentally shrug before answering him.

"Our ship can't move, remember when you bumped into George?"

Tommy tilted his head in a nonverbal question and Dream points at Papa smurf, Ohhhhh gotcha. That's George.

"Yea, what about it?"

"Well as you can see he is semi solid, kinda gooey-"

"Kinda?"

Dream ignores his interruption probably too tired to deal with that at the moment based on the dead look in his eyes-

"-because of that when you pushed him it caused some of that slime to seep into some of the control panels and inner workings of the main control hub on the ship, which caused it to malfunction. So we can't direct or activate the ship's thrusters"

Ah... he sees...

"I'm going to be honest with you big D-"

"Please don't call me that-"

"-But that sounds like a you problem"

Dream makes a face at him.

"You pushed him straight into it!"

"YOU WERE CHASING ME!"

Dream sputters and Tommy's had about enough of this skeleton boy. But then Tubbo, sweet, sweet idiot Tubbo interrupts them with a yell of-

"Mommmmyyy!"

Dream and Tommy go silent Tommy slowly turning scarlet and Dream staring astounded at Tubbo face twisted in shock. Tubbo seems at first satisfied to have gotten their attention then rapidly uncomfortable with the stare Dream's giving him and the way Tommy refuses to make eye contact.

Dream is choking on air for a moment, his mouth slowly gaping open like a beached fish before he chokes out,

"What did you just call him?!?"

Tommy may not understand the exact words Dream just said to Tubbo but he knows enough to know what he's asking. With a howling screech he gets in between Tubbo and Dream making his crew tense at his sudden aggression. But Tommy doesn't have time to care, he begins to speak rapidly at Dream motioning behind his back for Tubbo to kindly shut up.

"He uhhh he called me Bobby! common mistake, you uhhh- heard that wrong! Yep! No potentially parental names here! Nope, not at all Big D!"

Dream looks like he's desperately trying to compute what just happened, pointing lamely between Tubbo and Tommy as he sputters, clearly searching for words.

"Is that why, uhm.. you.... care so much? Is he like your uh- podling?"

Tommy is fairly certain he's turned into a tomato with how brightly he's blushing. At that moment Drista enters the room, she takes one look at the scene, glares at Tommy's crew to back down and levels a stare at the two of them, she opens her mouth to no doubt ask what's going on, when Tubbo once again let's out a low whining-

"Mommmmmyyyyy!!!!!"

Dream just sorta sits down right where he's standing on the floor looking both shocked and slightly terrified while Drista stares in utter shock at the three of them before-

"Bwhahahhahahahahahaha!"

She lets out a wheezing cackle that sounds halfway like a pterodactyl and within moments, tears are streaming down her cheeks as she laughs. She's bent nearly in half while Tommy buries his face in his hands and sinks resignedly to sit on the edge of Tubbos bed as the rest of his crew stares on in confusion.

Dreams muttering in a language that isn't English but also isn't the one he's been using to talk to the others, one that sounds like the other dreamons just less.....harsh. Softer somehow. He's also rocking on the ground and appears to be having a crisis. Tommy doesn't blame him the first time Tubbo had called him that he just about had a crisis himself. When Drista finally gets composed enough to speak she says

"Does your... hehehe... does your 'podling' even know what that means?"

She laughs harder when Dream gets that look in his face again. The same one when he asked Tommy that question. Tommy's face was almost back to normal when she asked that and now he's back to scarlet red again. She just can't give him a break can she!?

"NO! But I've tried getting him to stop! Or say anything else! He can't pronounce my name, the T he struggles with"

He restrains from being aggressive with his words when he sees how tense and confused his crew is.

"He has another name for me but when he wants a reaction or immediate attention he'll blabber it out like an idiot!

Dream peeks up at them still looking traumatized.

"Does that mean you DO see him as your podling? Cause just so you know he's your age, Stars, he's slightly older if I'm estimating your life spans right."

Drista has gone back to cackling as Tommy frantically shakes his head.

"No- well i mean- kinda- it's different for humans!"

He tries using the human excuse, for a second he fears Dristas response before she hums in thought and shrugs. From what she can tell from observation and small talks with Tommy he deeply cares for them. There's definitely some instinct stirring there for family.

Dream glances at Tubbo then furrows his eyebrows thoughtfully at Tubbos mandibles.

"It would make sense with his biology, not being able to say your name right. It's probably hard to produce that sound naturally without straining his vocal cords. We can tell him what it means-"

He was cut off by Drista who rushed over and stretched as far as her short self can go and covered his mouth.

"No way are you kidding me? This is the best thing I've heard since this whole mess happened"

Tommy glares at her, his face pulling into a deep scowl,

"Glad to know you like my pain and misery. But seriously please someone tell him that he's been calling me his mother cause I genuinely don't think he realizes that!"

"No no no, We should wait till you can tell him yourself it would be hilarious to watch."

It's official Tommy hates her, the actual audacity she has to laugh at his suffering! Tubbo, apparently tired of being ignored, starts buzzing up a storm and rapidly firing off words in the language that Drista's been calling Common.

Dream and Drista shared a look and Drista widened her eyes pleadingly, Tommy did the same and under the combined weight of their puppy eyes Dream folded like a wet paper sack, though not in Tommy's favor. He shrugged his shoulders at Tubbo and Tommy in the way Tommy had come to realize meant the same thing as shaking his head. Tubbo and the rest of the crew did not seem amused, but after Dream gestured to Tubbos injured wing and the bag of hair the crew seemed to reluctantly back down. Did Tommy want to keep arguing, yes, but Tubbo's wing was more important so he guessed it could wait...for now.

The next hour or so is filled with Dream puttering around with the lab supplies belonging to both himself and Wilbur under the intense scrutiny of Tommy and his crew. Dream's oddly blunt claws seem to be making the task harder and he's using a tool similar to tweezers to weave Tommy's strands of hair into a thin fabric like patch for the torn section of Tubbos wing. When it's sufficiently large enough Dream then begins to mix and boil a series of odd liquids, and Wilbur's gaze goes from angry to curious which oddly enough seems to make Dream far more uncomfortable.

This in turn seems to enrage Drista and the two get into a minor.... play fight? Some of those bites looked viscous. Eh Wilbur would live. Tommy and his crew watch on in befuddled amusement while Dream continues to work in the background. The other two aliens Drista brought with her pop in occasionally but otherwise Dream's work is largely uninterrupted and despite himself Tommy finds himself intrigued by it.

When the Dreamon is finally satisfied with the liquid it's a glowing cyan in color and it seems to be bubbling slightly which is rather nervous making but Tommy can deal, as long as it helps Tubbo.

Dream gently lifts up the two sections of Tubbos wing and then says something to Drista she responds by coming and gently placing her hands beneath the two pieces holding them in place as Dream lines up the edges exactly. Then he lays the woven strands of Tommy's hair over it and with a deep breath pours the glowing liquid over the patch and the injury.

The liquid flashes a blinding gold and Tommy is temporarily blinded when he is able to see again he can see that the patch has thinned and slipped fully into the crack sealing the two pieces of wing together and giving the appearance of liquid gold, all along the crack. Tubbo flutters the wing experimentally and the whole thing shifts as if it was never damaged in the first place.

The only sign anything was different was the shimmering gold lines along the damaged section, Tommy felt something in him settle as Tubbo fluttered his wings and began to rise into the air. Then the small alien launched himself at Tommy. Tommy caught him and hugged him despite the spiteful hits the smaller alien was aiming his way. He had a feeling it had something to do with Dream and Dristas refusal to explain what that whole situation was earlier. Which is honestly a shared feeling with Tommy. Why can't they just tell him? But he can't deny that even with Tubbo hitting him he can't deny how relieved he feels at seeing the small angry ball of fluffy fur flying again and ready to enact chaos.

The rest of the crew came in for a group hug and distantly Tommy was aware of Drista and Dream retreating from the room, but at the moment he couldn't care less. His fami-*cough* He meant his crew! Obviously! His crew was safe and that was all that mattered.

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Drista's POV:

It had been a long day and both crews had agreed to turn in for the evening though both crews had set a watch after setting the pirate crew adrift. They may have helped each other but there was very little trust between them at the moment. It was currently Drista's turn to keep watch and to be honest she probably wouldn't be waking up the others for their watches. She just couldn't sleep. She'd passed the bird a few times, and about now she's pretty sure their shift had changed, but well she's sorta occupied at the moment.

She's sitting here in this hall desperately trying to forget the way Dream had flinched when the blue one had started staring at him in fascination. There were few things that Dream's patience didn't extend to. He didn't mind others' fear, their anger, not even their grief. Sure it hurt but he understood it, he could handle it. But one thing that always set her brother off was curiosity, and based on late night panic attacks she'd overheard Sapnap calming him down from she had a feeling she knew why.

She knew distantly how dangerous and cruel other Dreamons were, but to know that they treated each other the same way, it...it just didn't make sense to her. Maybe it was because Dream had always protected her from other Dreamons and she'd never seen them or the atrocities they'd committed but to think of a species that would just.... hurt others that way made her feel ill, it also made her highly protective. So seeing Dream come so close to a panic attack had ticked her off. Maybe she'd been a bit more violent with Wimblur, or whatever his name was, then she should have, but he hurt her brother.

Her brother who panicked whenever his claws grew too long, her brother who she'd had to wrestle a tool away from to prevent him from yanking out his own fangs, who she knew Sapnap had to restrain from sawing off his horns. Her brother, who was so terrified of his own kind that he couldn't stand the sight of himself in the mirror. Her brother, who was her whole world.

How could anyone look at him, at the way he acts and see a monster! It- it just wasn't fair! She curled up trying her level best to stop the tears from coming when a quiet awkward hum interrupted the silence. She was up and across the room toward the sound before she could think her eyes shining with tears as her fingers curled into claws. She barely stopped herself from tearing into Wil-boy idiot when she registered he was standing there. He flinched back, but then steadied his spine and spoke his voice soft.

"A-are you ok?"

She leveled a stare at him that she hoped spoke volumes about how much she would like him to go away. He'd scared her brother, he would have no mercy from her, if he wanted to avoid awkward conversations it was his own fault for confronting her when she was pissed. Wimbler sighs and sits down across from her making eye contact as he visibly relaxes his shoulders.

"Stupid question my bad, what is wrong little one?"

And Drista bristles at that,

"I'm only a few years younger than Tommy! I'm not little at all!"

Wilscur doesn't seem particularly mollified by that.

"Neither of you are adults and i'm not exactly young-"

Drista interrupts him,

"Tommy's eighteen which in human culture is a legal adult but go off I guess."

Wilburrrrr raises an eyebrow at that,

"Legal adult, what about a mentally and fully matured adult human male?"

Drista hummed at that

"Well I mean that usually doesn't happen till late twenties, but that's beside the point. With everything he and I have gone through, neither of us are exactly kids anymore. I don't know about him but I haven't been a kid for a long time now. Dreams doing his best to give me the childhood I never had, but trauma's a thing so ...."

She cut off when she noticed his grimace at the mention of her brother. She snarled startling the blue alien and he went translucent briefly, his whole glowing skeleton suddenly on vivid display.

"What is your problem with my brother! Like I get it, Dreamons are bad and whatever! But he's obviously different and has done nothing but help you! Why do you all insist on holding these pointless prejudices against my Grie-"

She cut off, but Wilbur looked shaken clearly having caught the word even though she hadn't finished saying it.

"You formed a-a GrieNhal with a Dreamon!!!!!"

Drista scowled at him rage boiling beneath her skin and she leaned closer baring her teeth at him in an open mouthed snarl.

"Yea so?! I repeat what's your issue with my GrieNhal!"

Wilbur stuttered before finally seeming to find the words.

"Well.. I mean- he's a Dreamon and they are monsters you know. All of them, it's really hard to believe that he's any different. Don't you understand that?"

And Drista lost it,

"NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT!! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE ONLY PERSON WHO'S EVER TRULY LOVED ME COULD BE CONSIDERED A MONSTER! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE ONE PERSON I WOULD DIE FOR COULD HATE HIMSELF SO MUCH THAT THE ONLY REASON HE'S STILL ALIVE IS BECAUSE OF ME AND HIS FRIENDS! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SO MANY PEOPLE CAN LOOK AT MY BROTHER, MY GRIENHAL AND SEE A BEAST!!!! I ONLY JUST MET HIS FRIENDS BUT I KNOW THAT I CARE FOR THEM A THOUSAND TIMES MORE THAN ANY OF YOU SCUMMY PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP, CAUSE THEY TREAT HIM LIKE A PERSON! AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I'VE BEEN HURT I'VE BEEN TORTURED I'VE BEEN KEPT AS A PET FOR YEARS, BUT WHAT HURTS MORE THAN ANY OF THAT IS THE FEAR!"

Her voice trails off as she begins to whisper she's not here with Wilbur anymore she's there when they first docked and she heard shooting, she's there when she heard her brother sobbing begging for Sapnap to stop the pain.

"I-I'm so scared. The-The one person I have left can be taken from me at any time. H-he always files down his claws and comes in with open body language so that people aren't scared of him, and that leaves him open, open to p-people who hate him. He's protected me so many times, and he's so strong, b-but he won't let me protect him! And I'm just terrified that one of these days he's gonna leave on one of those stupid rescue missions of his, just like this one, and- and he's not gonna come back. Sapnap or George will come back, and maybe they'll bring a body, but i- it won't matter. They won't be bringing HIM back. Not my brother, not my GrieNhal. Not my world, and I-I just can't handle that. So I make myself big and scary, everything a human is supposed to be. I charge into things even when he tells me not to, cause if I can get there first, if I can get there before someone like you does then I can keep him. I can keep him for just a little longer...."

Focusing back in she glares at the faintly glowing alien meeting blue eyes with her own flashing green.

"So no Wibster Scoot. I don't understand."

For a long moment the alien man stays stock still seemingly processing what she's said. He looks almost...guilty, and also a brief flicker of understanding flashes across his face before he lets out a clicking sound, one that reminds Drista of a sigh.

"Th-that's fair, and I suppose-"

The next part sounds almost strangled like it pains him to say it.

"I suppose I should give your brother a chance. I mean we thought Tommy was deadly at first and now well... Don't tell the others but I'd probably die for him. So basically what i'm saying is...uh i'm s-sor-"

This is painful to watch and Drista is fascinated.

"-Sor-rry for assuming, and I'll do my best to try and see him as a person from now on."

Drista eyes him debating the sincerity of his words before sighing and stretching out a hand.

"And I'll do my best to not antagonize your family as well. I can understand where you guys are coming from, you have more valid reasons than most people I meet to be scared of him... so I suppose we can agree to just be nice to each other... for now at least."

Wilbur nods and takes her hand,

"Deal."

Then he just keeps...holding her hand. Drista sighs and pumps their hands up and down before releasing her own grip.

"That's a handshake buddy, you pump once or twice and let go, you don't just hold the other person's hand."

Wilbur goes transparent again, seemingly embarrassed, but Drista is thoroughly done with emotions for tonight and stands up. Turning her back and walking down the hall.

"It's Sapnaps turn to keep watch, see you later glow stick boy."

Somehow feeling a whole lot lighter, she makes her way onto her ship and wakes up Sapnap. Then she begins walking down the hall, she pauses at her room and hesitates before grabbing a single blanket and moving on. She advances through the winding maze-like halls of her brother's ship, until she reaches a door that's cracked ajar. She slips inside it and ignores the bed nest thing on the ground. She doesn't care if Sapnap is her brother's emotional support friend; she has no time to avoid his nest thing. Walking over Sapnaps nest, she slides onto the bed next to it and then pokes the still figure within it.

Dream startles awake with a gasp, his glowing green eyes rapidly focusing on her, slowly his face calms and he stretches out his arms pulling her close as he speaks his voice deep and rumbly from sleep.

"What's wrong starlight?"

Drista hums and snuggles deeper into his grasp pressing her ear against his chest so she can listen to the low thrum of his core.

"Nothing, I just wanted to spend time with you. I've missed our snuggle sessions."

Dream hums and she can feel it vibrate through her whole body. He pulls her impossibly closer, tucking her head under his chin and sliding one arm under her to cradle around her waist and up her back, pressing her knees against his stomach and curling around her so that they are both a tight bundle of limbs. She feels like a baby when he does this. Small, protected, and infinitely loved.

"Me too sweetheart. Me too."

She falls asleep to the steady sound of her brother's breathing, and the constant thrum of his very alive core, and the calm certainty that everythings going to be ok.

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Wilburs POV:

"Morning" came a few hours later and though Wilbur was supposed to switch out with Ranboo at some point in those last few hours and get some sleep. But he'd decided against it, finding that his mind was way too worked up to rest. So he figured he might as well be productive in his inability to sleep and kept patrolling. He was totally going to hear it from Techno when the Dura woke up but for the moment he was fine. He was currently making his way toward the kitchen where the two crews had agreed to meet for breakfast. Hopefully today went better than yesterday.... He wondered who else was awake.... eh he'd run into them soon enough.

Dream's POV:
Dream wakes up slowly feeling warm and content, for a long time he just lays there blinking slowly before he turns his gaze down to his little sister. He doesn't know how long he lays there in the blissful warmth of his sister's inherent heat, only that everything feels ok and that his sister is just absolutely adorable when she sleeps!

Her small face relaxed in a way that it rarely is when she's awake, long lashes brushing soft round cheeks, and hair falling in soft halo like waves about her head. Her hand curled in his shirt and her breath coming in soft puffs. Eventually she starts to shift, eyebrows scrunching as she returns to the waking world. He doesn't move, simply watching and waiting for his little one to wake up fully. After a long moment she groans scrunching her eyes tight and squishes her face against his chest, then she speaks the words muffled by his shirt-

"I know you're awake, dummy! Stop that staring thing you do and go back to bed!"

Dream chuckles fondly, and ruffles her hair gently once before beginning to run his dulled claws through the bright golden strands. She groans again and swats his hand away with muttered protests, clearly not willing to be mollified by hair pets. He laughs before speaking his tone filled with laughter-

"You have to get up now, Pikera. You always get hungry as soon as you wake up and that's usually right about now."

As if on cue her stomach lets out a ferocious growl, the sound rumbling through Dream's own stomach and making him break out in wheezing laughter. Drista groans and swats him once more, banging her head lightly against his chest.

"Mmmmmmnghhhh Fiiiiiiine. Let's get up, we should probably make some breakfast for Tommy too. Doubt he's had anything close to human food while up here"

Despite the words Drista doesn't seem particularly enthused about the concept of getting up and sharing her human food. With a put upon sigh she finally drags herself upright using Dream's chest as leverage and making his ribs groan beneath her weight, he lets out an ouff and glares balefully up at her. She ignores him and yawns hugely before stretching her arms above her head and stretching her back.

An ominous series of pops and cracks follows the action, something that reassures him that everything is working. It's funny that he so enjoys the sound now, when it used to cause him so much anxiety in the past, Drista had been rather upset about him adjusting to that particular trait because she'd found his panic hilarious. He smiled fondly at the memory and Drista sent him the look. The look that told him she thought he was being entirely too sappy. He wiggles his eyebrows at her in response and widens his eyes to make them look round and shiny and wet. Drista insisted on calling them puppy eyes and he knew she was weak to them. Drista huffed and flopped off the bed storming off toward the kitchen with Dream trailing smugly after her.

Drista helps him set up some ingredients after a long staring contest between her and the Orcam from the other crew. Wilbur was his name Dream thinks? It doesn't matter though cause the Orcam looks away first and goes back to preparing whatever he was making before. Dream mentally shrugs and goes back to pulling out the specialty ingredients he'd bought for Drista's breakfasts, a slab of meat from a VirO (Drista said it was like an earth pig), some bread they had in storage, and a couple of eggs. It took ages for Dream to find a species that made infertile eggs. Then he had to do some human research to figure out how humans knew which eggs were fertile and which ones weren't to avoid getting the wrong eggs. Probably one of the most difficult items for him to acquire for his sister, but well she said she needed cake, and cake needed eggs, and who was he to deprive his baby sister of her needs? Noticing that his sister was once again staring ominously at the Orcam, Dream sighed and turned to his sister, quickly coming up with an excuse for her to leave the poor man alone.

"I've got things handled here Drista, do you mind going to get Tommy? I think he'd appreciate something that's close to human food"

Drista playfully stays in her spot, acting as though she hasn't heard him. He'd been cutting the meat when he asked her that question and when he heard no sound of movement from her he glanced over once more. He let out a long, suffering sigh looking at the roof of the ship and mentally praying for patience, he glances over her and lets out a vibrating hum in the back of his throat. He'd initially made it up to antagonize other Dreamon's when he and his broth-*cough* uh Sapnap and George would run into them. But had quickly discovered it was a good way to catch his sisters attention apparently it sounded like a ViOleeen. Or whatever it was called and she liked it. She glanced up at the sound and stared at him, blinking faux innocently at him. He smirked at her and gestured to a bowl of dry ingredients he'd set to the side.

"If you don't go get him then I'm not making any 'pancakes' as a treat, You'll just have the basics"

Drista gasped and pointed at him affronted

"Evil, evil man! How dare you. You keep Drista's pancakes hostage?! Jail! Jail for one thousand years!"

Laughing he points to the door. With a put upon sigh she straightens up and marches off in the general direction of where Tommy's room would be, which is on the other ship. The Sleep Boys or whatever they called themselves. She briefly passes Wilbur and asks where Tommy is, that same strange look passing between them before he answers . Now with directions she makes a beeline for the room. Wilbur had briefly said something about roommates? Roommates? Wouldn't he have a room of his own? Mentally Dream shrugged it wasn't his problem, satisfied with having distracted Drista from her mission of melting the Orcam with her gaze, he goes back to preparing breakfast resolutely ignoring the feeling of the Orcams gaze on his neck. It would be fine.... Probably.....

Drista's POV

Drista's honestly a bit bewildered by what she's seeing at the moment to be honest. If it wasn't for yesterday she'd be convinced Tommy was really falling into that whole 'Mommy' role with the scene she's witnessing. Cause Tommy was rooming with the two youngest of his crew. Ranboo and Tubbo, and not just any rooming either. The three of them were currently entwined on a single bed. Ranboo was curled halfway around Tommy, his tail curled around the human's waist and a single arm around his shoulders while Tommy used one arm to press Ranboo into his side seemingly attempting to absorb the Enderian. The other arm and most of his body was curled genty around Tubbo who was in the center at the bottom of the pile. Honestly it was rather cute. They reminded her of a group of ducklings. Now you'd ask her;

"How do you plan to wake him up without waking the other two?"

Well she has just the answer for you. She isn't careful in the slightest when she grabs on Tommy's shoulders and shakes the sleep away.

"Waaaaaaake uuuuuuuuup! It's morning- or... space morning! Wakey wakey eggs and bakey i think the saying goes"

"AHHHH!"

With a near anguished yell Tommy startled awake the other two rapidly following suit in waking up. Tangled up in each other's limbs they desperately try to separate without hurting Tubbo, who doesn't take the same caution as them and has no issue throwing himself free from their imprisoned limbs and blankets.

Tommy stands after he fell off the bed and glares at her.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? Can't we sleep in peace around here!? Also, who gave you permission to just barge in here?!"

"I gave myself permission, but really, I came cause Dream was making breakfast and he figured you'd like it. It's the closest to human breakfast"

Tommy perks up at this, getting up almost immediately.

"Wait really? Or is this like some weird American dish thing he's making?"

Drista is out the door as she calls out to him.

"Rich coming from you! If you even MENTION Beans on Toast I will actually kick you off the ship!"

"How DARE YOU!?"

And with that she hears footsteps after her, she dashes back to her ship and leads Tommy right to the kitchen. She sees Wilbur standing up and curiously leaning against the counter, looking at the ingredients. He was about to pick up the egg box to open it but is abruptly startled at how Drista came through the door and pressed herself against the wall next to the door. She waits for Tommy to come barreling through and then she sticks her foot out. Tripping him and making him crash right into Wilbur. The Orcam let out a startled scream as he went down. Oh it was soooo satisfying to watch them fumble with each other in a pile of limbs.

"Drista"

Dream looked over at the chaos she created with exasperation. He looked amused, even if he was trying to hide it.

"It got him here quickly, now..."

She plops herself on the chair.

"Whatcha got for me?"

He sighed in exasperation and placed a few pieces of the meat he was cooking on some plates. They looked very similar to bacon. You couldn't tell the difference as long as you ignored its slight purple hue..

The smell certainly got Tommy's attention, Wilbur also sniffed the air curiously and watched as Dream placed the cooked meat on a plate for them to grab from. Wilbur curiously lifts it and tastes it.

"Is there a reason the humans seem really into this? Tommy hasn't stopped staring..."

Drista laughs at how Tommy takes a single bite and about melts into the table, she can practically SEE the stars in his eyes!

Dream perks up at the question, chuckling as he places some small pancakes to the side.

"Yea actually, these taste and look similar to an animal on their home planet called a 'pig' and from pigs is a meat item called 'bacon'. It's pretty popular on earth. Although I'm not a big fan considering the amount of grease this has and too much or eaten too often will give them heart problems"

He sends a pointed look at Drista.

"In our defense.... It's really good"

Dream scoffs at that, opening the egg box and taking out two eggs.

"Right right, telling a doctor that it's completely fine to eat something that can give you a heart failure is logical, sure"

Before Dream can crack the eggs open on the pan the screech behind him startled him, he almost burns himself on the pan before he sees Wilbur pointing at the eggs with so many emotions on his face, but the most obvious is horror.

"I- You.. huhueh.... EGGS!"

Wilbur sputters smartly. Dream and Drista tilt their heads at him, startled and confused by his outburst while Tommy curiously inspects one of the eggs.

"These can't be chicken eggs right?"

He asks.

"Nope, it took Dream ages to find eggs that weren't fertile. Normally we save them for baking and stuff but it's always a good breakfast food too, Wilbur is sputtering something though. Have any ideas what he's trying to say?" Tommy shakes his head with a shrug. Fuck if he knows what's got Wilbur in a twist.

"Yea, eggs. Humans eat all sorts of things, and eggs happen to be one of them- don't worry they aren't fertile. I always check to make sure none of them have any embryos"

Dreams words barely seemed to calm Wilbur, who was staring at the eggs with a distressed look.

"Humans... eat eggs?"

Drista nods, picking an egg up.

"Yea, it's a very common item to use in cooking back home. Nobody eats a fertile egg. Trust me if someone cracked open an egg to cook or bake with and a barely formed baby chicken fell out of it they'd be traumatized and stop using eggs for a gooooood while"

Wilbur watches as Tommy didn't even blink at the box of eggs, just tapping them and inspecting before he deemed them good.

"Humans eat eggs.... So humans are omnivores?"

Dream semi shrugs his head.

"Humans can eat a lot of things, if it has nutritional value it's something that can possibly be eaten in some way, shape or form, or to just make something else taste better. Their stomachs are insanely powerful and deadly. Did you know the stomach acid of a human can dissolve certain metals after some time? They don't even eat large minerals and yet their stomachs are capable of dissolving some elements"

"O- okay okay. I can ask about that stuff later but..."

Wilbur takes a deep breath, trying to keep his mind straight.

"No eggs- at least until we're both not sharing ships or are connected"

Drista glares, is he trying to stop her from eating some yummy eggs?

"Why?"

WIlbur gestures out the hallway. "Our captain is an avian! What do you think his reaction will be when he sees you cracking and cooking eggs!? Fertile or not!?"

Dream and Drista froze.

"Dream hide the eggs-"

"Where do we put them!?"

"I don't know just somewhere that won't have them ROT and out of sight! I'm not dealing with any birdbrain panic!"

There is perhaps an unnecessary amount of panicked scrambling after that especially when Drista explains the situation to Tommy and he joins the panicked search to find a spot in the space fridge that Phil won't look at, but in the end when Phil eventually enters the room there are no eggs in sight. Dream has never been so glad his copycat pancake recipe does not in fact, include eggs....

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Notes:

Cyber: Hey it's been a hot sec and we ended up trying something new for the writing for this chapter cause End was super stressed out about writing it even though she had a ton of ideas (Had to commit to the coauthor side). Regardless, thank you for your patience and we hope you enjoyed this chapter! Cause it was soooo much fun to write! Now for those who were worried we were dead or not gonna finish this, frankly End and I have come too far to stop now. So please remain patient, our output is on average 20 to 30 pages per chapter and we no longer have buffer chapters so sometimes our update schedule will take longer than it did at the beginning of this book. We do our level best to keep these chapters close together but the fact of the matter is that it's a lot of content that's edited and gone over multiple times to get right and it takes time so please remain patient especially since for a bit there both me and End were super burnt out.

Ender: Yea this took longer than I thought it would be not gonna lie XD. The words just didn't want to be written man. But Cyber always gently pokes me to get it moving or to ask how it's going so it gets me writing at least a little each day. Gotta love her

It's the struggle of trying not to rush it cause inbetween parts are not my strong suit XD I'm good at the plot points i want but to get there is the struggle XD

Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! <3

Btw! GrieNhal essentially soulmate but it's one you choose and there is a special ceremony that links your emotions for emergencies only you can always tell where they are as well like an internal compass GrieNhal is platonic and familial in nature.