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Animorphs: The Only One	By : Clamina Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to KA Applegate and scolastic and who ever happens to own right to the Animoprhs. Just borrowing them for my own amusement. I'm making no money off this.

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AN: Well, Hello again fanfiction world. Is it sad that I actually missed this? Well, there's a reason to my madness.

You see, I got a little nostalgic, so I found all the Animorphs books and started reading them again... and of course, that lead back to fanfiction. Now, over my years I became a BIG fan of HP slash, pretty much the only thing I read, but me, being as young as I was when I last read Animorphs, never thought about Slash pairings in this fandom. Until now.
Recently, I found quiet a few well written, but short, Marco and Ax fanfiction, and you know what.. I fell in love with it. Right now, I can't remember the names where credit is due, but there's a sort of, essay, out there that got my mind going and now, I want to write the Marco/Ax I've been looking for. Hopefully, I don't mess this up. Oh, and if anyone remembers the user who posted that essay, I'll make sure to credit him/her.
So about this story, (this A/N is getting long), there's a few things I want to say right now. First, this is going to take place BEFORE Marco and his dad go into hiding, before Aximili takes the fighter pilot and threatens to blow the Yeerk pool. Post-war was a little too... confusing, and will be harder to write in Ax and The One. And their ages are going to be off... but hey, if you wanted Canon, you wouldn't be reading fanfiction ;)
Oh, and no, I am not writing out Ax's speech 'impediment'. We'll just say, it's been long enough that the Andalite has gotten bored playing with words. And maybe because the author is too lazy.

Chapter 1

My name is Marco. Yea, just Marco. No middle name, no last name. I can't even tell you what city, or state I live in. Well, maybe you already know this, and I'm just blabbing.

Do you know about the Yeerks? How about the fact that Earth is currently being invaded by them? I know what you're thinking, 'invaded': little green men from Mars, 'Independence Day'. Well, yea, you're right. Except, the Yeerks are all about being subtle, so you're not going to see huge ships coming in and blowing up the White House. No, more like, the new President has this gray slug wrapped around his brain, that talks for him, moves him, makes him eat, sleep, drink.

They take full control of you. You can't do anything; not scream, cry. You'll watch, helplessly as the Yeerk takes over your life. Betrays your friends, family to the same fate as you. And you can do nothing.

Scared yet? Well, you should be. A little melodramatic, but hey, welcome to the war.
There's a small hope. Very, very small. There is six of us who are fighting for Earth in this war. Just six.

Six kids, teenagers even, fighting a whole army of aliens with nothing more than the ability to morph.

Oh yea, defiantly cool. You see, a couple years ago, my friends Jake, Cassie, Rachel and I decided to take a short cut on the way home one night. That night, we saw an alien ship crash land.

An Andalite was in that ship. Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. Dieing from his injuries, Prince Elfangor gave us five kids the power to morph, to change into any animal we touch. That's our weapon, the only thing holding the Yeerks back from taking over the world, just like they did with the Gedds, the Hork-Bajiir and the Taxxons.
Prince Elfangor died that night. Visser Three, the leader of the Yeerk invasion, and the only Yeerk to have an Andalite body, morphed some monstrous creature, picked Elfangor up-
Well, I don't like talking about it. Or thinking about it. Sometimes though, I resent Elfangor, hate him even, for crashing in front of us, making us join this War.

But, if not us than who? In a way, I think we were supposed to do this, written in the stars and all that crap.
A few weeks after meeting Elfangor, we found a young Andalite, trapped under the ocean. Technically, no older than us 'lowly teenage humans' are. Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, who also, just happens, to be the younger brother of Elfangor himself.
See, the more and more I think about it, the more I think someone, somewhere is pulling the strings. Or maybe this war has just got me beyond paranoid.

So, now that you know all this. Now you know that I am a Warrior. Would you believe that, on a nice Saturday afternoon, I'm here, stuck at home, doing housework?

Like come on!!

“Marco! Stop day dreaming and help me!” my dad snapped from over by the china cabinet. Something my mom had bought during their early years of marriage... that's another story.
“You know, Dad, I do have other things to do, more important.” I grumbled, shuffling over, internally wincing at how BIG this damn cabinet was.

“Oh really? Like what?” My dad said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I shrugged, crouching down to get a better grip on the Cabinet from Hell, “Like, I dunno, video games, math homework, maybe do that essay, hey, I could even be hanging with Jake. But, no. No, I'm here, you're personal maid.”
Dad rolled his eyes, and with a sigh, started to lift the cabinet.
It took a few minute, I won't write what was said between us. I don't think you want to hear how creative in the English language my dad is when he drops a few hundred pound box on his foot.
I winced, coming back out of the kitchen, two bottles of water in my hands. Dad was sitting on the couch, his sock off his injured foot.
“I dunno dad. That looks pretty bad. Maybe you should go to the hospital, get it amputated.”
Dad shot me an exasperated look, “It's fine. Bruised.”
“Let me see.” I bent down, gently taking his foot (which was starting to turn purple), in my hands.
“Dad seriously, I think you broke something.”
Dad groaned, “I hate hospitals, and doctors.” For emphasis I nudged his swollen big toe, making him shout in pain.

“Yea, alright, hospital.”

I watched dad limp around gathering his car keys grumbling, “Well at least it wasn't my pedal foot.”

“Do you want me to come?” I asked finally, as he was getting ready to go out the door, with only one shoe on.

“No no, I'll bet it'll be late before I even come home. There's twenty bucks on the fridge, order yourself some pizza.”

I nodded, watched from the window as his car pulled out.
I rushed to the phone, and dialed Jake's number.

“Hello?”

“Jake!! What's up man?”

There was a pause, “Marco? What's up?” Slight concern, great Jake thought it was something to do with the Yeerks.
“Nothing man. My dad's gone for the night, I'm all by myself, no responsibility. Come, play video games, gorge on pizza with me!”

Jake laughed, I could hear the tension leaving, “Sorry man, nothing to do,” Meaning no missions of course, “So Cassie and I are going to the mall.”

I made a gagging sound through the phone, “Fine, whatever, abandon me for your girlfriend, I see how it is.”

“Sorry man.” Jake laughed again.

Once we hung up I dialed Rachel's number, at the very least Xena would hang out.

“Sorry Marco, Tobias and I already have the whole day planned.” she had said, not sounding very sorry at all.

You know what. I hate couples. Call me jealous, bitter. But man, between trying to save the world, pass Math class you'd think the universe would give me a little break when it came to my love life.

So, I sat there, not pouting I swear, trying to think of who to call.

When suddenly, it hit me.

Cursing myself I rushed up to my room, closing the door behind me.

I stripped down to my morphing outfit (a pair of spandex shorts and a tight t-shirt) and focused on my Osprey morph.

After all, there was only one more Animorph that was as alone right now as I was.

Our very own Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill.
Fully morphed, I launched myself out my open window, heading towards the forest where Ax and Tobias lived in.

Oh, for the record, I LOVE this morph. One of the benefits. If you thought roller coasters were awesome, nothing tops flying hundreds of feet above the ground, soaring through the air on thermals, looking through binocular like vision.
Roads and houses quickly turned to fields and trees. On a whim, I banked, and headed towards Cassie's barn, flying over just as Jake got off his bike and was heading for the door.

Figuring I'd save the ridicule till the next meeting, I continued on, over the forest, scanning the ground for a flash of blue.

I didn't tell you about Ax did I? Andalites are basically deer like creatures, built like a centaur. Blue and tan fur covered their bodies, but the weirdest thing about an Andalite is their head. They have no mouths, just a large nose, with three slits for nostrils. They have almond like eyes (Ax's are as green as the grass), as well as two extra eyes, held up on stalks on top of their head, which can move in all directions, making it almost impossible to sneak up on one. Yes, I have tried, countless times.

They have arms, but I watched Ax try and pick up my backpack once with two full binders, and a textbook in it. Tried being the operative word, poor guy almost fell flat on his face... well, if he didn't have four legs of course.

But if you've ever seen an Andalite, you know their kind of cute appearance gets ruined my their tail. Almost like a scorpions, but instead of a stinger, there's a large blade at the end, almost like a scythe. Ax is only a kid, but I bet his brother, Elfangor, could have cut through a fully grown human man with little effort if he so wished.
So, you'd like a blue, four eyes scorpion/deer/human running through the woods would be easy to find. Seriously, stop it, I'm crying with laughter.

I was starting to get seriously concerned about my morphing time when, There! Between the trees.

I called out in thought-speak, flapping as hard a could towards where I saw the blue streak.

Suddenly, the trees opened up to a small field, where Ax stood, scanning the skies with his stalk eyes.

I eyed a branch, Slowed my decent, reached towards the branch with my talons, flared and nailed the landing. Like a pro, Tobias would be jealous.

Ax said, his main eyes now settled on me,

I said, fluttering down to the ground to demorph,

Ax tilted his head to the side, his eyes squinting in puzzlement,

I rolled my eyes, couldn't reply as I had no mouth yet. Ax seems to have it stuck in his head that Jake is his 'Prince', something about being an Aristh having to always follow orders from someone. Andalite shit.
“I know man, I didn't mean it literally. I'm bored, I have the house to myself, and everyone, but you and I, is busy. So, I figured I come out and see if you wanted to come to my house. We'll watch your soaps, have pizza, relax.”

Ax stood there for a moment, his eyes boring into mine. I began to fidget, something only Ax could do to me. When he stares like that, you almost feel like a book, being studied, read. I hate that feeling.

Ax finally said, sounding uneasy.

“No problem at all man. Seriously, come to my house. You must be bored too, being out here by yourself. And I have pizza!! You know, grease, cheese. And maybe, just maybe, I'll order some cinnabons..” I grinned as Ax began to morph into the same osprey as my morph. That boy can't resist Cinnabons.
I laughed and shook my head before morphing.

It took us a lot less time to go from the forest to my house. Once back in my room we demorphed. Kind of stupid really, considering Ax is the size of a small horse, my cozy room was suddenly very cramped.

“Guess I didn't think this part though.” I said, stepping up onto my bed, “Give me a second, I might have some clothes that will fit your human form. Ax simply nodded, one stalk eye trained on me.

I realized, very quickly though, that Ax was in my way. No big deal right? I leaned over, placed both hands on Ax's back, leaning over the Andalite to get the dresser.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, something didn't want to pay attention to 'Get clothes for Ax, get Ax to morph, eat pizza', no, some part of me noticed just how soft Ax's fur was. I mean, it's short, so you expect it to course like a short-haired dogs was, but the fur under my hands felt soft, silky. I blinked, snapped out of it, and quickly grabbed the clothes for Ax, and moved back to let him morph.
Ax's human morph is weird. I mean, yea sure, he's obviously a guy, but Ax took DNA from myself, Jake, Cassie and Rachel, and made is own form.

Now, where a four hoofed Andalite stood, was a average sized human teenager. Pretty, almost beautiful, for a guy. The same black hair as me, a weird mix of my olive skin tone and Cassie's dark. He had Rachel's bright blue eyes, and Jake's, almost manly, build.

I tell you, if Ax was actually human, women and men would be falling at his feet just to date him for one day, I swear.

Ax blinked his eyes a few times, shifting them back to me, before smiling, “So, you mentioned something about Cinnamon buns?”

I laughed, tossing Ax the shirt and pants I found, “Yea, you are so lucky. The Pizza place is selling cinnamon rolls now.”

The humanoid-Andalite, quickly put on his clothes as I went to my door, opening it to let him out, “And I'm sure,” I continued as we headed downstairs, “You already have some show in mind?”

“Oh yes,” Ax said seriously, nodding, “The Young and the Restless will be on in twenty minutes.. of Earth's minutes.” He added quickly.

“Oh, so close!” I exclaimed, little joke Ax and I have. At least I think it's a joke, Andalite humor is kind of hard to figure out, “But Ax, man, seriously, they are every bodies minutes.”

I swear Ax smirked. I can't be sure because I turned away just at that moment, but I swear, there was a smirk.

After ordering the pizza and the cinnamon rolls, I headed back to the living room, the TV was on HBO, showing the last few moments of last hours show. Ax was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed under him, Indian style. The remote clasped in both hands, staring intently at the TV.

I grinned, perfect.

Slowly, I sneaked up behind him and simply placed my hands on his shoulders. It was remarkable, with a scream, the boy jumped, feet into the air, onto his feet, suddenly facing me, holding the remote up like a weapon. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh.

Ax, panting, turned red in embarrassment, and lowered the remote, “Marco, that was not fair. “

“Oh, but it was!” I exclaimed from my place on the floor, a stitch was starting to build up in my side, “That was brilliant! You jumped so high!”

Ax turned redder which only made me laugh harder. He stood there, pouting a moment at me (who was still laughing at him), before he set his mouth into a grim line. Placing the remote carefully on the table he reached towards the couch and out of my sight. He seemed determined suddenly, but I was too busy crowing my victory to notice.

Suddenly,
WHOMP!

A pillow smashed into my face.

I sputtered, staring up at him wide eyed, “You.. you..”

“I what?” Ax asked, blinking down at me.

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what.

WHOMP!

The second pillow hit my face.

“Dammit!”

WHOMP!

A third! Dammit. I rolled out of the way, just as the last pillow landed where my face just was.

I hid behind the couch, trying not to start laughing again at how obscured this was, and grabbed two of the pillows in each hand.

“Alright Ax, you want war, you got one.” And jumped up and tossed both of them at him, one swinging right and the other left.

Ax managed to dodge the first, but the second one got him, making him lose his balance, and he went down behind my dad's recliner with a small grunt, sheltering himself from my next two blows. I ducked behind the couch, putting it to my back.
“Give up Aximili!” I shouted at him, I could hear the laughter in my voice, “You'll never win!”

“We'll see.” Came the small reply- FROM RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD!

WHOMP! WHOMP!

The two pillows hit me and Ax was gone, back behind the recliner.

“Oh, you little-” I heard Ax bark out a laugh, but he didn't realize it: I had all the ammunition. As silently as I could, I crawled around the couch, using the two pillows to muffle my sound, around to the other side of the recliner. Ax was crouched, peeking around looking for me, ready to dodge, and-

WHOMP! Got him! Right in the back of the head. Ax pitched forwards, before catching himself, spinning around till he faced me, back up on his feet.

“AHAH!!!” I yelled, jumping to my own feet, “I got you now!!”

No where to run!! I had him! I raised the last pillow, aiming right for his slightly shocked face when-

WHAM! The asshole tackled me!

Sightly stunned, Ax tried grabbing it from me, but I managed to hold on, hugging the pillow to my chest like a teddy bear yelling, “No, mine! Get away!” over and over at him as he struggled to take it from me.

No use, have to throw it, get Ax out of the way, and grab it again, only way.

So I did. Tossed the pillow behind me, wincing as I knocked over the lamp (thankful it didn't break), and tackled Ax, knocking him down on his back.

“Ah!” Ax exclaimed, surprised for the third time. His fingers clutched my arms as we went down. Ax's back slammed into the floor, hard enough to give him just a little bounce, knocking his head into mine.

“Ow!” I yelled, suddenly losing the momentum to jump back up, as my head spun. I placed my forehead down on something soft, just resting it for a moment until my vision got off the carousal. When I could finally see straight I lifted my head and realized something.

I was on top of Ax. Face to face, chest to chest. I was even laying between his legs which were bent up on either side of me.

Ax slowly opened his eyes, the pained look leaving his face, and his blinked, staring right into mine.

He looked at me, I looked at him, almost frozen in time, in that moment. His beau- his face showing almost nothing as those blue eyes, wide, stared into mine.

“Uh... sorry man.” I finally choked out, just as the door bell rang, “Didn't think you'd hit the floor that hard.” Quickly, I scrambled up, grabbed Ax's hands and pulled him to his feet, grabbing the money and heading to the door.

Ax said nothing.

For the rest of the night (and two demorphs and remorphs later), we finished off the pizza, Ax ate all the Cinnamon rolls, Ax finally left, saying Tobias would be home soon to talk about his day.

From my bedroom window I watched the osprey fly off, my mind reeling, going from the four, bright green eyes and surprisingly soft fur. To the large blue eyes, staring up at me, feeling the body heat seep through our clothes..

..The hands in mine.

“Oh man Marco,” I groaned, “You have got to be kidding yourself.”

AN: So, chapter one, there it is. Hopefully you'll like it. This is going to be a longer story I swear, not a one-short (that would be very mean, leaving you at this point). Hopefully, I wrote Marco alright, I think, out of all of them, Ax is going to be the easiest for me... wonder if that says something about my personality lol.

Please please R+R, no flames please, they'll just be used to BBQ Visser Three on.

PS: If anyone can think of a better title, please tell me. I hate coming up with titles, and everything I thought of has already been used.
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