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Key to Merwe
By : BlueBastard
Category: 1 through F > District 9
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A/N: Sweet, a lot more feedback than I expected on this story. Haha, and yea, Christopher totally pulled a caveman move.

If you're into YouTube vids, check out "Wikus/Christopher Music Video" by Darkangel66a, or the video "District 9 - Coming Undone" by Acacia9543.

P.S. You reviewers rock.

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"Where have you taken me? Where am I?" Wikus demanded.

That he would even dare take that tone with him amused Christopher greatly. Though he simply clicked, "Do you ever stop talking, human? Or is there an endless flow of questions falling from that dense skull of yours?"

Wikus chirped indignantly, relieved when Christopher finally set him on the ground. He wobbled slightly, but managed to stand on his own.

A shiver ran through his form at the loss of contact with the green body, as if he craved the Poleepkwan's touch. But he shoved that thought down. Impossible. He had only met Christopher a few times, and none were too pleasant.

He still remembered the conviction with which Christopher had spoken to him that first day, intelligence sparking furiously from his crimson eyes. The love the Prawn had for his people, and for his son, was quite clear. And anyone who would dare cross that line would have hell to pay.

-o- FLASHBACK -o-

Christopher went forward, resigned. But when he dropped to his knees in a huff, he looked as if this was an everyday occurrence. As if automatic rifles weren't pointed at his gracefully built form. As if they weren't threatening the very livelihood of his son.

Wikus stepped around him to persuade him, not acknowledging the power in that armored form. Especially with one of his own arms in a temporary cast.

Christopher was kneeling. Wikus had guards. But it was the human who felt lacking.

As he knelt in front of the Prawn, trying to appear less hostile, he saw a brief flash of surprise flicker through Christopher's eyes. Those green antennas flickered wildly for a moment as if he scented a slight change in the air. His red gaze dropped to Wikus's bandaged arm.

Then he leaned forward, ever-so-slightly, as he clicked just low enough for Wikus's ears alone, "Your own leadership is tainted. You will see its true form among the people. Soon."

Wikus felt an unexplainable shiver run down his spine, his freshly bandaged arm pulsing. A shot of fiery pain coursed through his body and he stumbled away to purge chunks and stomach acid from his body. They hadn't even checked the green Prawn's shack.

Little did he know they never would.

-o- PRESENT -o-

Even as a full human, he had felt the underlying tendrils of Christopher's power and something... else...

Wikus glanced around nervously when he realized they weren't alone. It had taken a good amount of time for Christopher to carry him here, and the sun's rays were barely peaking over the mountain range in the distance.

A large bonfire was centered in the middle of the gathering, small groups of Prawns milling around. Christopher recognized the electric yellow of Travis and the rust red of Carter's shell among the throng. They, along with everyone else, peaked with curiosity at his arrival. Even more so with Christopher going out of his way to carry him there.

Wikus never moved from his spot at Christopher's side as they came at him, feelers twitching in curiosity. Tasting his very scent. The scent of this strange, little Prawn. Different, it said. But sweet. Very unique.

He never moved more out of realization that he couldn't control his new body too well, than the fact that he didn't want to get away. Because he did.

Very badly.

The last time he had seen a large group of Prawns rushing towards someone, had been when they dismembered Colonel Koopus limb from bloody limb. To say he was scarred from the incident was a complete understatement.

Wikus keened in slight fright, terror seizing his vocal chords from articulating much else. His body crouched slightly, in an attempt to appear smaller. Less visible or interesting. A good bloody help that was as they still came at him. Before any of the many tentacles could come in contact, the hybrid felt the larger form of Christopher surrounding him, torso curled as strong arms caged his smaller form.

The green Poleepkwa was not quite touching him, but he felt the heat from the armored form all the same. He felt tiny once more. But protected.

Christopher didn't say anything, but he emitted a loud growl. His chest was barely brushing the hunched form of the little black Prawn huddling in front of him. His gaze shifted down to him, mandibles stilling in consternation. Wikus was shivering. Unconsciously keening out in a terrified plea. It called out to Christopher's blood. And he would do everything he could to protect this naively innocent little Prawn. Ruby eyes glittering dangerously back towards the hesitating horde, Christopher's tentacles fisted tightly before flaring, along with his mandibles as he roared angrily.

He still didn't say anything.

He didn't have to.

The very AIR around him thrummed, warning dangerously for everyone else to back the fuck off.

Or else.

The surge of Prawn stopped, keeping their distance. They scented his leader pheromones pumping in the air. Consisting mainly of workers, more than half dispersed to continue previous activities, or to find new and interesting ones. What good could they do, fighting against a Prawn of Christopher's caliber? Of the rabble, Travis and Carter remained, watching. Though from a few steps away.

Relief filled Wikus's ebony-shelled form. But he shuddered as he felt the hot breath of a silent Christopher breathing down his neck. Christopher's body was still wrapped around his, not really making contact. Albeit barely.

He tried to straighten, but found his armored back hitting to the top of Christopher's chest, still curled protectively. Feelers caressed the juncture of his neck, almost soothingly. And Wikus found his body leaning into it.

Wanting it.

Wanting to be protected.

But Wikus freaked, rebelling against his traitorous body.

Stumbling awkwardly forward, breaking through the surprised barrier of Christopher's arms, Wikus managed to turn around without falling as he lifted a shaky tentacle. His fear and discomfort at his body's response warped to anger, as he said with the classic speak-without-thinking snarl, "I don't your bloody fookin' help, Christopher."

Christopher's surprise immediately narrowed in irritation. His wide shoulders set stiffly, straightening as he quietly deadpanned, "Then stop asking for it."

"I don't ask-" Wikus started to rant.

But then in one large stride Christopher was there, strong hand curling around Wikus's jaw, tentacles forcing the hybrid to keep eye contact as the bigger of the two snarled, "What do you think crying out like that does to me? Words aren't the only way to communicate with us, human."

Wikus was at a loss for words. Then he realized...

"My... sounds... bother you?" Wikus asked, tentatively.

Those red eyes flickered with an indescribable emotion, before narrowing.

"Yes." Christopher said shortly, releasing his grip on the hybrid as he stepped back.

"He is more sensitive than the rest, in that aspect." Travis offered, reminding Wikus of the additional presence. Something he had forgotten when Christopher's eyes had all but consumed him.

The green Poleepkwa's scent was all around him, Wikus realized, drowning out all else.

Carter stepped up to the black Prawn's other side, "Christopher... he protects us, ALL of us. He is our-"

Christopher clicked harshly, gaze burning both his lieutenants.

"You two talk too much." Christopher clicked in warning.

Suddenly frowning, Wikus snapped, "Fook Christopher, don't be stupid! How much of a fookin' moron you think I am? I realized you were some sort of leader figurehead a long time ago."

Christopher whipped his stinging gaze to the smallest of them, the other two exchanging worried glances. The last to speak to the green Prawn like that was buried six feet under.

Wikus realized the moment he let it slip through, that his words would get him in serious trouble one of these days.

A stretched silence breathed between the four of them. Then suddenly Christopher's mandibles quirked in a grin. This hybrid was more gutsy than any other Prawn that still lived.

Another Poleepkwa, a shoddy orange approached, trilling urgently.

Reluctant to leave the inexperienced Prawn, Christopher nodded to the newcomer, taking a step before hesitating. He shot a look at Travis and Carter, flicking his head in Wikus's direction, before heading off.

He had matters to attend to.

The yellow and red Prawn clicked in understanding, while Wikus watched Christopher with narrowed eyes.

"I don't need fookin' babysitters, Christopher." He clicked in annoyance, disturbed to find a hint of whining in his tone.

Christopher paused, barely looking over his shoulder as he chuckled, "You have yet to prove that to me, human."

Wikus bristled in response, but couldn't formulate a witty retort as the green Poleepkwa chortled once more before walking away.
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A/N: Shorter than the first, I know. But that's cuz I'm working on the next chapter right now.
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