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Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Genre: Romance/Sci-fi

Rating of Story: NC-17

Contents of this
Chapter: OCxYautja; YautjaxHuman (Very light);
Slight Gore.

Summary: A male Yautja falls into her
backyard and not it's her job to take care of the wounded man. But what happens
when trouble comes with him? What happens when money-loving men want to take
her male acquaintance from her to use in experiments? What happens then? Will
she be able to help him get off of planet Earth and does she want him to leave?
Her head says yes but her heart says...no? What happens when her heart takes a
liking to this alien? Will she be able to control her new admiration?

Warnings: There is alien/human pairings in
this story so if you don't like that stay away. In later chapters there will be
explicit scenes, thus the rating of M-MA. If this bothers you then do not read
this! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Yautja race. I
just like writing about them! The only thing I own is my character and my plot!
Please, do not steal them or use them without my permission! I will go haywire
on you if you do!

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I don't really
remember how long ago it was that I was found by my new friend but it was some
time ago. I think it was in the middle of spring when he landed in my backyard
with a huge wound across his stomach. I had heard the crashing of the forest as
it muttered worriedly to me with the secret signals I had found so easy to
understand. Something wasn't right and as I walked out to see what was going on
I was horrified to see a seven foot tall being standing there his chest heaving
with the effort it had taken to get him there. I took in a deep breath and
swallowed the lump in my throat as I held only a rag in my hands. I had been
doing dishes when he came to me but he didn't make any move or indication that
he was going to hurt me. We probably stood there for about ten minutes before
he staggered forward and that was when I noticed the huge gash across his
stomach. I ran forward without thinking about it and was almost sliced through
the forehead with his long arm blade that made me stumble back to my rear end.
His dreadlocks were
wavering around with the pain and I couldn't see why he wouldn't allow me to
get near him. So I stood up slowly and ran back into the house to grab my first
aid kit coming back to find him lying across the ground, writhing in pain. He
was loosing so much of his neon green blood that I thought he might not make
it. I ran to him glaring at him when a large hand incased by arm as if it were
a toothpick. I could tell just by looking at his body that he had no choice but
to trust me if he really wanted to live. Taking out my herbs I placed them
gently into his wound mixing some more so that I could put the paste onto the
open cut. Then I stitched the pale, creamy green skin together knowing full
well he would have a scar to show for this.
I was curious to
know what had happened to him as I noticed the cut was in small sections going
across his stomach. It must be his suit, I thought to myself when I noticed a
strange mesh body suit over his skin and tilted my head. A hand touched the
metal netting and I twitched lightly feeling the heat coming from it. "So
you're cold blooded," I whispered a clicking noise coming to my ears. He
couldn't speak my language as I drove the needle into his tough skin causing
him to grab me yet again glaring at me through the mask. With my own glare I
fought him with my expressions daring him to hurt me when I was the only person
who could help him. We sat there for what seemed like
an eternity my heart pounding out of fear and anger at how babyish he was
acting.
Finally, he let go
and sat back on his hands but I pushed him back so that he was lying down. It
was easier to stitch up his wound and as I finished up my hands and body were
covered in green blood. He was breathing strangely, regularly so I sat back and
watched him as the night settled down across the land around me. My eyes never
let his body and I tilted my head in curiosity admiring his large, built body.
He must have worked so hard to become that strong only to be brought down to
the level of my human self. He obviously wasn't of my kind so many he was
something I could research up in one of my alien books. I kept them with me
ever since the last war with the bugs.
It had been hard and I had to fight for my life many times against them. That's
why I still kept my knife with me wherever I went. I didn't want to fight a bug only to become food or a screw toy
for one of the face-huggers.
I as started to
stand up to go get the book he grabbed my arm yet again pulling me back. Was he
frightened? No, definitely not! There was no way someone as big as him could be
frightened of the dark but when I looked into his mask I noticed that he still
didn't trust me. Sighing, I sat back down next to him my back on him as I tried
to keep myself entertained. He didn't want me to leave and he expected me to
stay there with him all night so he could keep an eye on me? Turning to lay on
my side, I kept my back to him and shivered lightly as a calm spring breeze
swept over my bare arms. Damn, if only he would let me go get a blanket then I
would feel much better about this situation. Through everything I finally fell
asleep in the cool spring night of the forest that was around my hut and the
two of us. His breathing helped to calm my rising anger and my eyes got heavy
before I finally fell into sleep's arms. It was slowly getting warmer and
warmer as I slept and I turned into the warmth that was offered to me until the
dawn broke around me.
For a second as I
opened my eyes I didn't know where I was. The birds were awkwardly silent
around me and a large thing was wrapped under my neck to support my head as I
had my hand on something. I took in a deep breath hoping and praying it wasn't
what I thought it was that I was holding. Of course, my prayer landed on deaf
ears when I looked up to see the large alien sleeping peacefully. My hand was
on his chest plate and his body was so warm that I didn't want to move even if
I could have. He was holding me to his large body with his hand that was on my
waist almost incasing the rounded area of my body. A deep thump crashed through
my body at the thought of his muscular form so close to mine the heat radiating
into me. It almost made me want to go back to sleep but I wouldn't fall to
sleep, not yet. My eyes got heavy and I was scooted closer to the large form
frightened when he turned over slightly; I was afraid he was going to turn over
and lay on top of me but instead he embraced me like a lover would.
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I don't understand
why I had fought my way against the hive of Kainde Amedha only to end up at a small hut. I had traveled far
across the galaxy to fight for my right to be blooded and yet here I was at
some ooman's hut standing like an l'ulij-bpe
with a large gash across my stomach. She was a woman who reeked of fear but
didn't move away from her spot staring at him in utter amazement. Her hair fell
down her back in a way that was common among oomans
and her body was just a red form on my scanners. I ignored her, or at least I
tried to, and staggered on my wound dripping of blood but she ran for me. I
stopped her in her tracks with my maul slicing at her. She fell back but stood
up instantly to walk into the house. I figured she was just going to go in
there and stay away from me so I sat down and examined my wounds. Of course, I
was wrong yet again. She came running back out with a
bag of things that smelt like the earth before I let her tend to my wound.
I knew I wouldn't
live if she didn't help me with her ooman ways and it
made me ashamed to call myself a Hunter. She worked quickly and effectively but
once the needle jabbed into my tough skin I grabbed her upper arm feeling the
heat and beating of her heart on my large fingers. We glared at each other for
a long time and after a while I released her tiny limb. She was too strong. She
was stubborn and wouldn’t let me out of her sight even if I had tried. She was
my only hope and watching her with my yellow-green eyes. Her hand pushed me
back to the ground; I felt the softness of it and let my body melt into the
earth below me. She was very interesting to me as I watched her hands work the
wound to where it would close up enough so the skin would heal just right. I
would have a scar; she didn't need to tell me this. I had plenty of scars along
the skin on my legs and under my breastplate. There were a few on my back as
well and when she was done I closed my eyes under the helmet that supplied me
with plenty of Nitrogen from that of my home planet. I was so far away from
home.
She tried to get up
but again I caught her. There was no way I was letting her get away! She was
too dangerous to let loose. I had a distinct feeling she wasn't a woman who
would let me control her. Of course, I didn't want to control her in any way
but if I couldn't trust her then she was going to stay right there where I
could see her. The young woman didn't seem like she enjoyed the idea of staying
out in the grass with me so I just smirked behind my mask and closed my eyes
watching her from my mask. She kept her back to me the whole time until she
finally lay down and tried to sleep. I was slightly confused when her body
started to shake and her breath came out as a white mist. My head tilted
curiously and reached out with a hand to touch her skin only to find it cool
and covered in little bumps. I didn't understand at all but she didn't look
comfortable. Knowing she was fast asleep I pulled her closer to my body that
was heated by the mesh suit wrapped around me perfectly to fit every contour.
Instantly, her body turned to mine a soft hand lying against the part of my
chest that wasn't covered by a metal plate. She gave a small noise that I
registered to be a good sign.
I gave a small sigh
of frustration at my current position. Why did I even bother with oomans like this young woman who smelt oddly of the forest.
Her hair was spread around my upper arm that I had wrapped up under her as to
support her head. She wrapped herself around me practically and it wasn't all
that bad. I actually enjoyed her body up against mine and her soft breath
caressing my bare skin. It was like holding a small animal such as a ca'ht. I could smell her faint scent that got caught in my
mask and made me drowsy. She really did smell like the earth we were laying on.
It didn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep her body pressing against
mine to guard herself from the wind that blew across her bare skin. Maybe I
should have let her go back into the house to get something better on but I
still couldn't trust her. She did try to help me after all. This planet was
swarming with people who wanted my race as lab experiments to see what made us
tick so I had to make sure she didn't want to turn me in for those pieces of
paper called mun'ee.
The next time I
awoke there was a slight squirming beside me and I looked down to see the young
woman locked in my arms. She looked a bit on the frightened side though no fear
radiated off of her. Maybe she was just surprised but she hadn't seen that I
was awake so I sat there for a little while longer watching her. It didn't take
her long to figure out I was watching her. In fact, it took her mere seconds
before she felt my gaze on her. Her eyes were wide with surprise at me just
watching her. I had been pretty rude the day before with her and her touches
but now I was much better. I felt better as well. My wound wasn't healed but it
was better and I wasn't in as much pain thanks to her. She was a miracle worker
in my eyes. Then again my methods of healing were crude and involved a lot of
pain; her ways were simpler and were brought from the earth around her. She was
a woman of the nature.
Her closeness to the
old ways was probably the reason why I held to her a few more minutes staring
into her beautiful eyes. She truly was a beautiful creature now that I looked
at her without the hindering of my pain. I trilled to her as we pulled away
from each other her head tilting to the side a beautiful white sheen of hair
cascading down across my arm as she pushed herself up on her elbow. My muscular
arm and shoulder made her appear to be puny but she was large in her own ways.
The way she looked at me made her seem to be so much stronger. She was
confident and this brought on a kind of purr in my throat. Why? It was only
normal for me, as a male, to search for strong, honorable woman to mate with.
This girl, I wanted to know her name so badly but to ask might be something
that the oomans didn't see as a custom. Female oomans were especially strange to me. I didn't understand
them at all and this was the first one I had been around for a long period of
time without running away. We male Yautja never hunt females in any race unless
they attack us first. Women back home are very strong and larger than we are so
it is normal for them to rule over us.
The oomans seemed to do things different with their women. This
woman didn't seem at all afraid of my height but there were some who would
cower in fear at even the smallest man. It was strange to see and it angered me
to no ends. Women were equals if not higher in my homeland and I respected them
with the utmost courtesy and if I didn't then there was a good chance I would
never have pups. That would be bad for my family who were waiting for me to
return home from my Hunt. Of course, I would be delayed a little now but seeing
as I had good company I didn't complain much about it. This woman would help
me; I could feel it inside. I just needed to think of something to repay her
back with. I was someone who liked to repay a person for their good deed to me.
What was the ooman saying…you scratch my backside I
scratch yours? Oh well, it didn't matter. I wasn't too excited about learning
the ooman ways anyways.
She finally pulled
away fully sitting to raise her hands above her head a few bones cracking here
or there. Her ooman voice lifted up to speak but I
understood very little of her strange words. "Man…hard…sleep…that…my back
hurts…" was all I got out of what she said and it made my head spin. I
couldn't quite grasp it and tilted my head in curiosity at what she was trying
to get at. She looked at me and with a wave of her hand brushed the subject
aside. It must not have been important. Maybe she had been talking to herself.
Either way, I hadn't understood a lot of it. I really don't know how the
translators did what they did!
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