Scar, Friend or Foe p.II

Disclaimer: No, no I do not own AvP. If I did, do you really think I’d be typing random storylines with no ounce of profit whatsoever?

Hey guys, just wanna give a shout out to everyone who stayed interested in this story, even though it took years for me to update. A few of the reviewers includes Nahau, prairiefire, Bex, and Syn. Thanks guys. I couldn't help but smirk at Death is hot AND cold's review. Deathwatch the Terminator and Spawn having unholy children, huh? And taking the time at 3am to come knocking at my door? That would be something.

But like what one of the reviewers from fanfiction.net commented: yeah, I am a fucking tease. –smirk-

Anyways, moral of the story here boys and girls: I might not have continued if I didn’t realize ppl were still interested in the story.

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Lex screamed.


Her eyes shot open and she fought off the attackers. They had her arm! The pain was unbearable as it cracked through her like a million volts, the loose bone grinding against the cartilage interior of the socket with a merciless rhythm.


Her leg whipped out and she felt a satisfied rush surge through her as her foot connected with a body part, the monster giving a short bark of surprised pain.


The lights were blinding! She couldn’t see. She could only feel the muscled exterior of her captors. Someone grabbed her shoulder, the one wounded by the Queen, and Lex snarled furiously. Her fist collided with her unknown assailant, hoping to dish out as much pain as she was receiving.


She could hear barks, and rapid clicking, but none of it registered. She only knew to fight was to survive.


-o-o-o-


Scar had been grumbling ominously, heading away from the medical ward. His mandibles were clenched as he recollected the few moments before when they had demanded he leave. Apparently they didn’t want an overly sensitive, newly blooded warrior breathing down their necks as they tried, experimentally, to figure out how to incorporate their modern technology with the physiology of the Ooman.


He had heard the abrupt, loud crash before he heard the faint shouting. He froze stiff as his acute hearing caught some of the surprised barks.


“-going crazy?!”


“-wrecking the equip-”


“-get that Yautja back IN here!!”


Torn between smirking and frowning, Scar whipped around as he ended with a snarl instead. Just what the hell was going on? His booted feet clanked against the ground as he sprinted back to the door, barely avoiding running straight into it as its jagged metal exterior spiraled open with a ‘whoosh’ just in time.


The scene that greeted him was one of chaos.


Medical equipment was scattered. A few medics were strewn about the room, many of them bloody, looks of frustration mixed with surprise etched in their features. In the middle of it all, still standing on the medical table, was the Ooman. Her face was twisted in fear and fury, his eyes barely open with a distant look about them. She had just kicked away another Yautja that had been holding her dislocated arm as he walked in. She was cradling it now, jerking her head around as she waited. But for what, Scar was unsure.


“Ooman?” Scar clicked uncertainly. What had happened in the brief moments he had been gone?


Frowning, she turned to look at him. That’s when a medic behind her struck, bounding forward to grab her by her good arm and her brown hair. Taken by surprise, she yelped in pain, arching backwards to avoid the other putting more pressure into his hold.


Scar wasn’t sure what got over him.


She was creating a mess. She had wounded multiple Yautja. And she needed to be stopped.


But that didn’t quite explain why Scar suddenly got so… furious.


Snarling, he took the three steps forwards and knocked the other Yautja away, pinning the Ooman to him with one muscled arm in the process. She was still on the table, so her brown locks brushed against his mandibles as she kicked fruitlessly in an effort to get free.


Her back pressed against his chest, her arms pinned to the side, the yellowish-brownish Yautja snarled again as he pulled her off the table. She was now wholly in his hold, her legs dangling in the air as she still struggled.


Another Yautja stepped forward, possibly to help. But Scar shot an amber glare that promised much hurt if the other took another step forward. So he didn’t.


Turning his attention to the creature in his grasp, the newly blooded warrior let out a deep breath. Now what to do with her…


He tasted her earthy scent in the air. Strangely, the Yautja felt a sort of calming sense being forced on him. Growling as he tried to shake the feeling away, he instead started purring. Perhaps through this method he could get the Ooman to turn away from this violent path she had chosen.


At first, nothing happened.


Subtly changing his tactic, Scar pressed his mandibles against her hair as he purred a little louder, “…Lex…”


That got her attention.


She suddenly went quiet in his hold, body slowly stopping its struggles. Scar waited. But nothing more happened.


Hoping he wasn’t putting his trust in her in vain, the Predator carefully turned her and made her sit on the edge of the table to face him. Of course, now her head was level with the top of his abs again, but that didn’t stop her from looking up. Scar felt as though he was slammed into by a big transport ship. There was something in those brown eyes. Something the Yautja had never seen before…


“Scar…” She trailed off slowly.


She ignored all the other Yautja as they picked themselves up, looking slightly embarrassed at being overthrown by a mere Ooman. She didn’t look at any of the chaos she created. She didn’t even notice the slightly angry look that was forming in Scar’s eyes. He opened his mandibles to reprimand her. But she spoke before he could say anything.


“If you ever…” This time her face was hardening, getting more angry as more words came out of her fragile Ooman lips, “…EVER… let any of them touch me again, I will personally cut off their gonads… string them together… and beat you with it.”


Scar was stumped. He didn’t even notice his mandibles were hanging open.


A few indignant huffs went around the room. A few angry trills. But both of them ignored it.


Gathering himself, Scar frowned. The Ooman was treading on dangerous ground. He growled low in warning, “…Lex.”


Blinking her brown eyes slowly, Lex raised a brow, “…Scar…”


Before anything could be done, suddenly the Ooman passed out and toppled over. Scar was there to catch her before he realized he had even moved. Picking her slowly up off the table, Scar finally tore his amber gaze away to look around the room. He didn’t even open his mandibles yet before someone huffed indignantly, “She’s your problem now.”


Blinking, Scar’s eyes swept the room once more. Apparently everyone agreed. Though he wasn’t sure if it had been because this single Ooman was so much hassle, or if…


If they truly believed the threat she had declared openly.


Grumbling to himself, Scar shook his head slowly as he turned to leave.


What was he going to do with her?


-o-o-o-


Lex awoke, groaning slightly.


Man, she felt like she had gone through a steel-clawed blender and was spit back out. Hand to her head, Lex opened her eyes as she ever-so-carefully pushed herself up to a sitting position. Of course, her newly mended arm couldn’t take even that slight weight and she collapsed again with a small pained sound, her face contorted into a grimace.


Once she pushed past her own pains, however, she froze. Where was she? Her eyes glided around the room, taking stock of the numerous trophies decorating the walls. There were skulls here that she had only imagined would be in science fiction movies. To that thought, the brown-skinned woman gave a slight smirk.


What the hell was she talking about? She was IN a science fiction movie.


She sighed again. As if anyone would dream up anything like this.


Feeling as though someone had taken a sledge hammer to her ribs, Lex slowly pushed herself back up, using her good arm this time. Once that feat was accomplished, she swung her legs over to side of the bed, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth at the movement.


Wait… bed? What the hell…


Lex jettisoned herself off of it in her slight horror, the movement and the pain that followed making her regret the reaction. Who, in their god-forsaken right mind thought it would be okay to just put her on some random bed?


Lex growled slightly at the thought, a frown forming on her features. With a small limp, she stalked over to an archway in the room that led to an even smaller room, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind. Because someone was in there. She could hear a faint hissing noise and slight movement from within.


Not even bothering to pause and announce her presence, she walked right in and opened her mouth. But no sounds came out. Instead, she just stood there in shock.


Apparently, not only was this a smaller room, but it also served as a bathroom. How could she tell? Well, there would be the fact that Scar was in there, right now. Showering.


And so naked it wasn’t even funny.


Realizing the small lump of metal she had passed on her way in was his armor, Lex couldn’t bother to think on it as her eyes took in Scar’s form. She should just run. Should just turn around and pretend she hadn’t stumbled in on him…


Pretend that her eyes weren’t slowly going over his well sculpted biceps that were flexing as he scrubbed his muscled torso…


Her eyes trailed down his form with a slowly growing hunger. She shouldn’t be doing this. She REALLY shouldn’t be doing this. But… she couldn’t help herself. Then her eyes landed on IT. It was so…


Lex heard herself gasp, her voice barely audible, “Oh my god…”


…BIG…


Of course, making any sort of vocal sounds had been a mistake. We were talking about a hunter that she had survived the pyramid with, the whole place crawling with Kainde Amedha. She had seen him in action, seen how aware his senses were. Even as she inwardly kicked herself, she found herself cringing and still frozen to the spot as she forced her eyes to look back up.


Well… crap.


Amber eyes were staring back at her.


Didn’t she ever get a break?


Apparently, at some point in time, probably when she had idiotically gasped, the Yautja had paused in his cleaning ministrations. He was looking strangely at her and Lex prayed to god that he hadn’t caught her staring at his crotch.


One of his brows arched up as he clicked softly, his head tilting to the side as he observed her. Realizing she was still staring, and unsure what his reaction would be to this kind of intrusion, Lex immediately brought her hand up to cover her eyes.


(Shit, sorry! I -um, didn’t mean to-) Lex cursed inwardly as she stumbled over her words, her dialect returning to her human tongue as she was caught off guard, (That is, I should’ve knocked or- I mean, uh…)


“…sorry.” She finally finished lamely, managing to gather herself enough to revert back to Yautja-speak, though she knew Scar was perfectly capable of understanding her in both. ‘Kill me now…’ she prayed to whatever god was out there to listen.


Then again, whatever god heard her would probably be too busy laughing his ass off right now to do anything.


She felt like a fool, standing there with her hand clamped over her eyes. Nervous that he still hadn’t said anything, she opted for slowly backing away and returning to the room she had previously been in. Which was Scar’s bedroom. At the thought, she blanched. She had been laying on Scar’s bed. But anywhere was better than here right now. She just needed to get a hold of herself.


Besides, she was a grown woman. It’s not as if she hasn’t seen plenty of dicks in her life. Of course, none had been that large…


And none of them had belonged to a colossal predator that could tear a person limb from limb if he felt like it.


Maybe she could find a rug somewhere to crawl under and just die.


She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard when the shower had been turned off. She also forgot about the little pile of armor she had found a while back. So with a gasp, she found the back of her heel tripping over that little pile and she grew rigid as she awaited the painful landing that awaited her.


Except it never came.


A large arm hooked softly around her waist, careful about her bruised ribs even as it halted her in mid-fall. Eyes snapping open in surprise, Lex nearly drowned in the amber gaze that was so close to her own. Somehow, however, she found that her lungs stopped working. Drops of water trickled from his wet dreadlocks down the sides her face, making her blink even as every other function in her body shut down.


She was so dead.


“There’s no harm…” Scar rumbled slowly, as he pulled her back to standing, “…in looking.”


He paused, some foreign look sweeping through his furrowed features. But then he was gone, walking to the other room, seemingly unperturbed. It had been perfect timing as she felt a surge of heat rushing up to redden her cheeks.


Heart beating in her chest, Lex found herself a little disappointed as the heat of his body receded with his walking form. Unable to help it, she glanced quickly towards him and saw that he had managed to put some sort of loin cloth on within the time her eyes had been closed. Greatly relieved, she let out a huge breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.


As she forced the embarrassment from her, Lex found herself frowning a moment later. Though greatly relieved at that last thought, she found some small part of her that wasn’t. Could it be…?


Did she have deeper feelings for him than she realized…?


-o-o-o-


Scar frowned, finding it deeply disturbing at how hard it had been for him to walk away. He flexed his hand, remembering how it had felt moments before to hold the Ooman’s fragile body close to his own. He must’ve been more exhausted than he realized, not even catching her entering the bathing chamber until she had made the sound. That sweet, surprised, sound…


Blinking, Scar shook his head, dispelling the thought as he did the water droplets still clinging to his locks. Such thoughts couldn’t be heeded. She was an Ooman and had probably been embarrassed to have caught him unclothed.


Amused, Scar let out a little chuckled grunt. He had seen where her soft little eyes had been looking. Though he wasn’t the biggest, baddest Yautja around, he could certainly vouch that he was well endowed in certain areas.


It was common for Yautja’s to see each other in their bare hides. They had a communal showering chamber, after all. Being pack-oriented, it was what the Yautja’s preferred. But after her outburst back in the medic quarters, Scar had been hesitant to leave her alone.


Still, her reaction was strange…


What could it possibly mean?


-o-o-o-


-smirks- It only took a couple years to get that out. So, should I continue?