A/N: Since I couldn't think of anything to write with "Holding the Crown", I decided to write a different story for Titan. And this is what I came up with. No, not an OC who's gonna fall for Lance. Trust me, far from it. This has minor Ilanca, actually. But here's the prologue! Lance's POV.

Disclaimer: If I owned Titan, I wouldn't let Cartoon Network cancel it.

I guess it started out innocent enough. There were times that I felt lonely in my little bungalow on the dark side of town. Sure, I ranked higher than most military men in Galaluna, but I didn't flaunt it like the rest of them did. They had their big houses and fancy yards. I didn't need that. I had two bedrooms, a kitchen the size of a closet, and a living room. That was all I needed. I was fine with living there. It was fine by my standards.

But she had other thoughts. Laura.

Now I never had problems with people. I tried to stay calm, tried not to get too mad, tried as hard as I could not to lose my patience. And I wanted to say that I had done a pretty good job of all that. I was a good enough guy. Enough to get me above the rank of corporal. Only with Ilana's help though.

Right there was one of my main problems. And I guess maybe Ilana and I had been closer than most people. We had become like brother and sister, then more, then less, and now we were at the point where we only spoke once in a blue moon. But that was how coming back to Galaluna had separated us.

First, I was her guard, then I was her brother, then I was her boyfriend, then I was her savior, then I was her guard, then I was her friend, and now I'm a distant memory that the wind has kidnapped from her mind. Things change.

Which was one of the main reasons I didn't know what had really happened.

As soon as we had gotten back to Galaluna, she had almost immediately engaged herself to some prince (Simon maybe? I couldn't care enough to remember his name.) and had already set a wedding date and everything within the first two months of our return.

Then she was sick for a long time. That was when we had become distant. She had been unseen by everyone for months until she recovered. I had spoken to her once, maybe twice, through a communicator and wrote to her a few times. I was still trying to keep the fire of our friendship alive, but every hand I reached out was swatted down and the last few embers of our relationship were extinguished. That was how things went.

I was living alone in a bungalow with the shades drawn. I was married to my work. I ordered takeout every night. I went to the royal events out of courtesy, avoiding Ilana whenever possible. I had an office in one bedroom and a workout room in the other for my two AM wake ups. My bed was the couch. It was a bad lifestyle, but I couldn't imagine living any other way.

That changed when Laura showed up.

A/N: Short prologue. Sorry. Next one will definitely be much, much longer. Reviews are appreciated!

~Sky