Scar, Friend or Foe p.II

Disclaimer: The three “N’s”: No own. No profit. No sue.

Bee (reviewer from AFF): Thanks for the in-depth analysis on the story. I love it when reviewers mention parts of the story they like, or would like to see.

Scar: …Bee is trying to kill me…*flexes fist*
Lex: *restraining the Yautja* No, Bee is reading into the plot, if there is anyone
you should kill, it’s BlueBastard.
Scar: …I see…*glare of death changes course*
BlueBastard: …

DarlingSM (reviewer from FF): *grins* I’m glad to be your recruiting officer. Can never have enough AvP fans.

Rave: *shakes head slowly* you shouldn’t have done that…
Jet: major ego stroking, bad idea…
Lex: Now BlueBastard might actually… what’s that word… update? Post?
Scar: ...the horror.

-o-o-o-

The Honored warrior made amused clicked noises, before turning his orange gaze back towards the Ooman female.


Scar looked like he was ready to burn a hole into the wall next to them, that death gaze latching onto a random Yautja that decided to walk in between Scar and the wall. Said Yautja paused, a terrified look on his features. Probably unblooded. But Scar growled anyway, needing some sort of release for his pent up frustrations. The unknown Yautja, confused as to what he had done to upset a Young Blood, came short of sprinting away down the hall.


Looking worriedly at her companion, Lex started to say, “Scar-“


She hadn’t realized she was reaching out for Scar’s arm when Dalantu suddenly caught her hand in his immense grasp. Taken by surprise, Lex blinked, cutting herself off midsentence as she assessed the Honored warrior before her. Was he wanting to battle her now?


“What is your name, female Ooman?” He rumbled.


Beside her, Scar whipped his head to look at the two, an unreadable look in his eye. Lex turned to look at Scar before she looked back at Dalantu. Testingly, she tugged at her captured hand. But to no avail.


With a small, defeated sigh, deciding it was better to just play along rather than jump into a fight with someone of this warrior’s caliber without proper rest, she replied simply, “Lex.”


Dalantu tugged, bringing a surprised Lex closer. Scar, now behind her, growled as she barely saved herself from planting herself face first into the Honored warrior’s chest. Dalantu had lowered himself now to level her with his orange gaze, ignoring the agitated Blooded warrior behind her.


“I request your full name, Ooman Lex…”


Leveling him with a gaze of her own, the female attempted once more to yank her hand out of his, but it proved just as fruitless as the first time. Giving an even bigger sigh, she replied, “…Alexa…”

-o-o-o-

Scar bristled behind her. What was Dalantu trying to get at? Asking her for her name? As if formalities would grant him favor with the Ooman female.


The Blooded warrior paused, reassessing his thoughts.


Not that he should care. I mean, why should he?

-o-o-o-

“I, Honored warrior Dalantu, would like to let my intentions be known. Alexa, I will court you, and perhaps soon welcome you to the warmth of my bed.” He nuzzled her hand affectionately, albeit briefly, with his mandibles before releasing Lex.


Shivering at the intimate contact, Lex was quick to act and jumped back the moment she was let go.


Quelling the instant urge to just shout ‘NO’ and slug him across the face, Lex decided maybe treating him with the same cordiality would get her somewhere her previous statements hadn’t.


“Honored warrior Dalantu, I must, respectfully, refuse.”


Dalantu gave a small chuckle, as he straightened up to his full height, before replying, “We shall see.”


Or… maybe not.


Lex frowned at the back of the Honored warrior as he lumbered away, muttering under her breath, “Cocky, egotistical bastard…”


Beside her, Scar snorted and began to lead the way without another word.


Jogging slightly to keep up, Lex growled, “Personally, I preferred when they were all out for my blood. This is your fault, you know.” She looked down at her new wardrobe once more. While the top seemed to offer support, she personally thought it dipped a little too low in the cleavage area. Not to mention you could barely even call it a top. More like revealing jade lingerie posing as a bikini top. Two vine-like twisting straps hooked over her shoulders while two extra straps cut diagonally just below her shoulders. The skirt –or actually, the loincloth, as they had referred to it as- was only more decent than a thong because it had flaps of fabric covering both the front and back. Feeling her face heat at the indecency of it, Lex glared off angrily as she muttered, “Ridiculous… stupid… outfit.”


Scar’s amber gaze settled on her, giving her a weird look, before he looked forward once more. Not saying a word.


“What’s your problem?” Lex, seriously confused, asked bluntly.


“I’m hungry.” He snapped, feeling his voice laced with a desire for something else. But he shook his head in frustration, as though in attempt to knock the thought loose from within the hidden confines of his mind.


Without another word, he picked up the pace. Glaring silently at his back, Lex jogged a little faster.


“Well, sorry. Mister empty-stomach jerk-face.” She muttered under her breath. She was sure he heard her, as he increased their pace even more.


She was just thankful the thermal netting would regulate her core temperature, otherwise she would have passed out from heat exhaustion in her attempts to keep up.

-o-o-o-

She had just stepped into the mess hall when an enormous Yautja wrapped his trunk-like arms around her torso and lifted her in the air.


Her reaction was to aim for body part closest to her since one arm was unpinned, which was namely the face, when she stopped her elbow an inch before contact.


“Rave, you big lummox, I was about to send you to the Healer myself.” She grinned, looking into that greenish-brown face.


Rave laughed deeply, setting her down on her feet before patting her on the back, “That’s our little fighter. I couldn’t believe you made it this far.”


Steadying herself from one of Rave’s ‘pats’ she felt her shoulder stinging slightly, “Thanks for the vote of confidence, big guy.”


“Truly, you did not doubt her abilities.” Scar commented with a wry smirk. Lex shot him a shielded look from his side. Apparently someone was in a better mood. Then again, who was she to complain?


Rave waved it off, “Of course not. Enough small talk, let’s grab some grub.”


“Just find someplace where we can eat in peace.” Scar replied, much to Lex’s relief. It was though he could read her mind.


“Of course.”

-o-o-o-

Scar stepped to the side, Rave lifting his tray in the air, as the unfortunate Yautja flew headlong through the small opening they provided. He ended face first into a pillar, where he promptly passed out on the floor.


The two Blooded warriors then turned to their smaller companion, her chest heaving rapidly as she breathed. But it was not fuelled by exhaustion, but rather frustration.


“Are you all right…?” Scar ventured to ask.


She leveled him with a glare, before stalking off, growling, “I swear, if one more Yautja tries to grope me, I am going to rip his gonads off.”


“And I…” Rave said, looking slightly uncomfortable, “will be as far away from that as I can possibly get. I like to see a good battle, but for a Yautja to have his manhood torn off… that’s just not right…”


Scar snorted, which ,he noted, cracked a small grin at the edge of Lex’s lips. For some odd reason, it was comforting. The previous run in with that Honored warrior had put Scar on edge. He didn’t know what it was about Dalantu, but something just rubbed Scar the wrong way about that guy. He was potential trouble for Lex.


A thought rose, tenuous like a blade of grass that had just been trodden on, ‘Potential trouble… *just* for Lex…? Or for himself?’


With a mental growl, and a mental stomping to boot, Scar snarled ‘YES! And… NO!’


Lex, in the meantime, was busy looking over the vast selection of foods. It was like a huge banquet, a large and mostly meat-filled feast calling to all her senses. The only difference was the obvious alien meal plan, and the wardrobe requirement for all the Yautja present. Which fell into two distinct categories, either covered in deadly, lethal armor… or in barely nothing at all.


She walked up to Scar, who seemed to be deep in thought, and hit him on the shoulder. Startled, Scar’s mandibles flexed wide as he snarled, “What?”


“Why didn’t you tell me I could wear armor? That’s what I want. Armor. Not this two-bit sorry excuse for an underwear-slash-bikini of an outfit!” She hissed in low tones, glaring as some Yautja looking in their direction.


“In case you didn’t notice, armor isn’t made as effortlessly, or as quickly, than a selection of our regular attire.” Scar said dryly, shooting his own dirty look at the eavesdropping diners. Their curiosity quickly vanished as they made a hasty exit.


Pissed at Scar because he made sense, and peeved that her own glare hadn’t been enough to throw off the onlookers, Lex quickly dropped the subject and wandered over to the table. Clicking irritatingly, Scar followed.


Her new goal was to find grub. She passed over something that resembled chewed up guts and fingers. Scratch that. Her new goal was to find edible grub. When Scar brushed past her, she bit back her tongue and resolutely ignored him. It was relatively easy.


Until, that is, he started to do something that slightly resembled an attempt to annoy her.


She reached for a dish, only to find Scar somehow in her way. Frowning, she tried once more, moving to the other side of the muscled warrior.


Blocked once more. Her eyebrow twitched.


She could see Rave tilting his head from a ways away, his dreads hanging loosely as he wondered what game they were playing at.


All right. So Lex was a patient woman. She knew when to forge ahead and when to call it quits… and when someone was truly trying to mess… with… her….


She reached for a drink in a goblet, only to find Scar one step ahead of her, grabbing up the cup and downing the liquid in one go.


‘How does he do that?!’ Her mind screamed inwardly, ‘What? Does he have EYES in the back of his big FAT head?!!’


The third time was the last straw. She sprung into action.

-o-o-o-

Scar had to admit. It had been an accident the first time, but now he found it quite amusing to frustrate the younger female like this.


He heard Rave’s low trill of confusion, but he merely shrugged it off, deciding he was having too much fun to have it spoiled by actually trying to discern his actions through thoughts.


He had just made a face, not liking the bitter liquid he had drunk in her place at all, when Lex moved in a way that caught him off guard.


She literally danced around him, his amber gaze mesmerized by the lithe grace of her movements, surprised to find her suddenly in front of him. Lex was leaning on the table, a smirk of pure victory on her face, an alluring heat in her gaze. By the time his brain could catch up with his senses, it was too late.


The hunk of pie she held in her hands, hidden behind her, was suddenly splattering unwelcomingly on the side of his face. His mandibles twitched in shock.


Did she just…?

-o-o-o-

The look on his face was priceless.


Lex felt the moment stretch on forever, Scar just gaping at her in surprise. Her brown gaze trailed as a large chunk slowly made its way down his sculpted face to his strong jawline, only to plop softly on the ground.


That did it.


Lex burst out laughing. And off to her right, she heard Rave’s deep guffaws as well. Scar’s eyes narrowed, the look he shot his fellow Young Blood was obvious in its tone, though he rumbled it aloud anyway, “Traitor…”


This only made the two of them laugh harder.


A few more onlookers gathered as warm food plopped against Rave’s face, effectively stopping his laughter. Lex had seen it coming and dodged the pie aimed for her face, dancing away as she chuckled with pleasure.


Scar attempted to nail her with food a few more times to no avail. She just kept dodging.


“Aw come on, Scar. Can’t catch a little human girl?” Lex teased, throwing a smirking glance through lowered eye lashes.


She knew she was playing with fire, but she just couldn’t help baiting Scar. He had started it, after all.


The way she kept evading him, and the alluring heat of her taunts, triggered the primitive hunger within Scar. He purred dangerously as he advanced.


Lex blinked, sensing the sudden change in her comrade. Scar lunged and she let loose a surprised gasp as she barely dodged him. He growled again, too near, and Lex felt her pulse quicken. Reacting on instinct, she pivoted and sprung away once more, feeling the breeze of Scar sailing past once more.


He was getting serious. Moving faster. More intent on catching her. That reason alone was enough to make her want to evade him.


Running as if to streak right past Rave, she reached out at the last moment to hook onto his arm, swinging around to the Yautja’s other side as Scar overshot.


“Rave,” Lex said breathlessly, her gaze darting nervously behind her. Scar had disappeared somewhere in the crowd, and the fact that she had no clue where he was made her stand on edge, “feel free to jump in anytime, you know.”


“What you two do is none of my business.” Rave grunted, though he had a knowing gleam is his eyes.


Before Lex could ask him what it was he knew, exactly, she let out a startled gasp as she was tackled from behind.


“That,” Lex snarled, twisting in his hold so she was flat on her back, Scar’s weight pinning her down, “was *cheating*.”


“Shouldn’t have let your guard down…” Scar trilled, appreciating the view of Lex sprawled beneath him. Without realizing it, he started purring.


Lex let loose a small breath, his purring vibrating through his whole frame. Melded so close to his muscled form, Lex couldn’t help but feel it vibrate through her as well. It began to affect a certain warm spot in her core and Lex couldn’t help the sudden flush that blossomed on her face.


Wanting a distraction, any distraction, Lex threw out a question without really thinking about it, “What did it mean when Dalantu asked you if you spoke for me?”


Almost as if she had splashed ice water on his face, she saw the change. Whatever game he had been playing was immediately relinquished, the ending goal obscured from her view. His face hardened and the purring stopped. With barely a pause, he was off of her and standing a little to the side. Lex hardly noticed the disappointment spreading through her at the loss of his heat. Of his body so close. She was too focused on the sudden change that had gone over Scar.


“What it meant… is not important.” Scar finally clicked, his head turning away at the last part of his statement. Instead, he held out a hand, “Come, let’s eat.”


Frowning, confused, Lex took his hand anyways and pulled herself to her feet. If he thought she was just going to drop this, he had another thing coming.