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Scholar's Misfortune
By : BlueBastard
Category: M through R > Predator
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A/N: So true, not very many slash pairings in this fandom, huh? This story was a bigger hit than I thought, which is awesome.

Your reviews amuse and inspire. And nope, I didn't make the Yautja language. Not sure who did, actually. Just found it across different places on the web.

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Celtic clicked frustratingly as the Ooman shrank away from the hole, hiding somewhere in the other room. Just as trapped as the Yautja, but not as eager to communicate as Celtic would've like. He trilled darkly to himself. Things would change once he had the Ooman in his grasp.

Z'bas-tyon would learn.

The moment Celtic realized he wanted the scholar, it was clear.

The Ooman had no choice.

-o-o-o-

Sebastian shivered as he heard the strong being in the other chamber prowling from side to side, clicking in frustration in its native tongue.

"Hey... how you holding up?" Lex asked in a calm tone, though her eyes were worried.

"How do you think?!" Sebastian hissed in a whispered voice, as though this would prevent the hunter from knowing he was there. When he saw the shocked expression on her face, Sebastian apologized, "Mi dispacio... I... I can only imagine what that hunter wants with me. It is -how do you say- driving me up the wall."

"No, I'm sorry. Stupid question." Lex crouched next to him, hand resting on his shoulder, "Look, we're gonna be fine. We just focus on one thing at a time. We move when the pyramid does. We get outta here and back to the Piper Maru. Call the Feds, the CIA, hell the UN or whoever the hell else to take care of this shit. Then we just leave this all behind us."

"Yeah?" Sebastian said shakily. He took a deep calming breath. What was he getting so worked up about?

Even as he thought about it, his mind dredged up the answer. The reason was the two ton behemoth pacing back and forth the next room over. Something about the confidence in the hunter's movements...

The way it just LOOKED at Sebastian like it planned to devour him.

What if that was it? It wanted to eat him? Feed on his dead corpse?

But then it wouldn't have saved him, right?

No, Sebastian was over-thinking it.

He had to be.

The archeologist shook his head, his voice more sure as he repeated firmly, "Yeah."

Seeing she got him back on track, Lex gave a small grin, "All right then. Get ready to move."

As if on cue, Sebastian's watch went off, giving a rhythmic melody of beeps. An instant later the walls and floors shook. Sounds of stone grinding on stone filled the air.

Sebastian held his breath, but released it when the passageway between their room and the hunter's did not reopen. An earth shaking bellow let them know the hunter had come to the same conclusion.

-o-o-o-

Celtic knew the chance was slim that it would be as easy as the corridor reopening between them, but it did nothing to assuage his short fuse.

He glared through the hole between their rooms, mandibles flaring as he deeply inhaled the scent of his male, separating it easily from that of the female.

It was an earthy scent. Of pine and dirt and something purely Z'bas-tyon.

He trilled, pleased.

Then he caught the male glancing back through the hole, trepidation and a slight fear to his stance. But overshadowing both was a slight flush of anger and determination. It seems his little Ooman did not agree with Celtic's conclusion.

He didn't want to be owned. Or dominated. Probably both.

Little did he know he didn't have a choice.

Celtic gave a deep and pleased purr, enjoying the slight widening of the other's eyes at the unexpected sound. Before, of course, it narrowed to a glare.

But this was pleasing as well.

Celtic always did enjoy a good chase.

All good things come to an end, as the female proved by pulling at his Ooman's arm.

-o-o-o-

"Let's go." Lex urged, tugging again.

Mesmerized by the alien being across the small hole, Sebastian blinked at her insistence. At this, the hunter gave a displeased snarl.

Realizing that they had to get away, Sebastian turned and followed her.

"You know... I don't think he likes you." He teased aloud in the dark corridor.

"Or he may like you a little too much." Lex rebutted, not in the mood for games.

That shut Sebastian up.

He still couldn't shake the intense feeling the Hunter's stare had invoked.

"Er, sorry." Lex apologized after they had walked for a few more shifts of the pyramid, "Just a little tense, you know?"

"No worries. Completely understandable." Sebastian said with a grin, before adding dryly, "Not your fault a two ton alien killing machine is after me."

Instead of snapping at his trying to find the humor in the situation, Lex smiled, as she said reassuringly, "No, but you better believe I'll be watching your back. Ain't no way he's getting you that easily-"

Just as they rounded the corner, Lex stopped short, looking as if she had run into a wall.

"What the-" Lex exclaimed, falling hard on her ass.

But there was nothing there!

The ripple in the air, a 'shlink' of a blade, and Sebastian knew what happened.

And what was going to happen.

"Leave her alone!" Sebastian jumped in front of the fallen mountain guide, placing himself between her and the shimmer in the air.

Growling, the invisible hunter grabbed the front of the archeologist's parka, holding him still as it deactivated its cloaking device. Even before the yellowish skin on the hunter appeared after a bright crackle of blue light, Sebastian knew it wasn't the other one. The larger one.

This one was maybe a foot smaller. So maybe seven feet tall. Only.

While powerfully built, this hunter was leaner in comparison to the green one. Like comparing an extreme body builder to a heavyweight boxer. This one's mask was also smoother and less decorative.

But he looked in no way less lethal than the first.

Proven by the sharp blades barely brushing Sebastian's jaw line. Apparently the yellowish-green hunter had been about to impale him when it stopped, for no apparent reason.

Feeling a sense of deja vu, the Italian could only gape in slight terror before its next move threw him completely off guard. It leaned down and... smelled him.

Sebastian balked.

-o-o-o-

Scar stilled his blade, having caught a whiff of something.

And he was right.

As he leaned in, he definitely smelled Celtic's scent on this Ooman. And not just a little. Celtic's scent was all over this soft meat, as if he had been in contact with this Ooman for more than just a few moments.

Which was... impossible.

Any Pyode Amedha in the big Brute's presence tended to have a short lifespan.

Very short.

And Celtic never physically touched one of the Ooman's unless it was violent and fatal.

But there were no wounds on this one. Nor any blood.

There wasn't even the high amount of fear that the average Ooman usually had. As though... this was not the first time a Yautja has been this close to the male.

This only clenched Scar's theory.

Celtic had left this one alive. But not to kill. No... otherwise the Ooman would be pissing his pants right about now. The large Yautja had that sort of effect when he played with his prey. Scarring them mentally as well as physically.

Curious...

-o-o-o-

Sebastian could only stand there, dumbfounded, as the medium-sized hunter (of course by medium the alien still towered over Sebastian by a foot) released his violent grip in a slow gesture, as though not to frighten him.

Then it tilted its head, and trilled at him. As though asking a question.

"Shit Sebastian... these things seem to, uh... LIKE you, or something." Lex stated quietly, as she slowly stood.

The thing's head whipped over to her, emitting a sense of quiet calculation.

"Shut up Lex." Sebastian whispered harshly. The hunter's attention returned to the archeologist. At which point Sebastion continued at a slower string of words, though just as quiet, "Just... slowly back away. Maybe... it will just... let us... go on our way..."

"Sebastian, one hunter already died by that alien bug-"

The yellow Hunter's gaze honed sharply on Lex, his very form as rigid as ice.

"Lex..." Sebastian warned, taking note of this.

But unaware, Lex continued, "-and the huge one wants you for himself-"

The amber-skinned hunter flicked his gaze towards Sebastian. Apparently immensely intrigued by the Italian now. It clicked thoughtfully as it ran its gaze along Sebastian's slender form.

Feeling a little edgy and self-conscious under the scrutinizing gaze, Sebastian turned halfway to glare at her behind him, "LEX..."

"-seriously, *what* makes you think this one is just gonna let us go?" The mountain guide finally finished.

Grabbing her wrist before she could say anything else, Sebastian pulled her close as he whispered urgently, "I *really* wish you hadn't said anything, because in case you haven't noticed, these guards are the people in the carvings and the statues. They are the warriors- the- the Gods that human ancestry revered. They kill for fun. And I am getting the feeling they can understand everything we are saying."

At Lex's breathless, "Everything...?"

Sebastian turned to find the hunter studying the pair of them. It almost seemed... amused.

Sebastian nodded grimly, shooting her a look before releasing her wrist, "...everything..."

He turned back to the hunter, wondering how to start.

"Uh... Greetings, proud warrior. Thank you for not killing us, but we'll just, um... be getting out of your way now." Sebastian finished lamely, cringing.

Lex gave him deadpanned look, "That's the best you got?"

Even the reptile-skinned hunter did not look too impressed.

Sebastian frowned, "Look I know, okay? Just start backing away, reeeeaaaal slow."

"And if it tries to kill us Mr. Hotshot?" Lex asked dryly.

"We run." He retorted simply.

The amber hunter snorted, drawing both pairs of nervous glances back towards himself. He looked amused, though now he seemed to be calmly debating.

Deciding it was now or never, Sebastian started backing away. Eyes on the hunter. It continued watching him, clicking as though speaking to him.

-o-o-o-

He did not know why Celtic was so interested in the little Ooman male. Or why he had let him live.

So he would let his Yautja companion play whatever game he is playing.

And he himself would continue with the Chiva.

He told all this to the two Oomans as they made their retreat, looking fearful as if he would attack. He shifted his weight to his other leg, feeling compelled to trill out a last warning.

The Kainde Amedha were unforgiving with their prey.

But Celtic was just as ruthless.

-o-o-o-

Sebastian had froze when the hunter had shifted, listening as the tone of its clicking became deeper. More urgent. Almost like a warning.

He sorely wished he could understand.

Realizing there would be no attack, Sebastian turned and started following Lex instead of shuffling backwards. He heard a trill, as though in slight respect.

Did these things favor bravery? No matter how foolish?

As they continued walking down the endless hall, right before it turned, Sebastian finally glanced behind him.

As expected, the amber hunter was gone.

Now hopefully the dark green one, if they ever ran into him again, would just do the same.

-o-o-o-

Celtic growled, turning his irritation into slaughtering the Kainde Amedha he ran into.

He took pleasure in their deaths, gathering the worthy trophies, but something was missing.

Celtic didn't realize he was scenting every hard meat he ran into. Or why until the third or fourth one.

He was checking for if they had ran into his Ooman, and killed him.

This thought made the Yautja warrior more fierce as he fought. Then he realized, his Ooman would have to survive until he found him. Otherwise he would not be truly worthy of Celtic's attention.

And that would just not do.

Decapitating the current Kainde Amedha, Celtic wiped the blood from his blade with a strong flick of his wrist, regarding the dead body with a cold trill.

That option would just not do at all.

-o-o-o-

It had been more than an hour and they still hadn't looped back to the entrance, or discovered a new exit of any kind.

"How big is this thing?" Sebastian asked aloud, breathing heavily.

More than once, they had resorted to sneaking and evading -before all out sprinting- to avoid the dark Aliens.

If the hunters were tough already, they didn't want to find out why they'd willingly make the dark ones their prey.

"Lex," Sebastian called out to the lady in red before him, "let us rest for a moment, shall we? No point in exhausting ourselves should we meet another creature."

She didn't look completely happy with the decision, but she relented, "You're right. The shifting seems to be happening at longer periods of time now. You've adjusted your watch?"

"Yes, about twenty minutes now." Sebastian nodded, walking over to a wall and sitting.

Lex nodded, thinking aloud, "Hmm, that should be enough."

She joined him on the floor, both lost in their own thoughts.

The archeologist exhaled deeply, eyes drifting to the ceiling. That's when something caught his attention.

"Hey Lex, look at that." He pointed at the runes.

She gave him a look as she said, "Yeah, and...?"

"Well, the rest of the carvings, they're all the same. Telling the same story over and over again. But this is different." Sebastian stood, his excitement getting the better of him. The possibility of new discovery always did this to him.

He walked over to the opposite wall, seeing the runes repeating at an angle he could reach and closely inspect.

"Care to share with the rest of us non-archeologist types, Sherlock?" She asked wryly.

"Yes, yes. It... says here that... sometimes among the chosen there is one that... Ah, it is difficult to translate that one. But it looks like... one of the Gods -our hunters- sometimes stops a human from being sacrificed." Sebastian frowned, crossing his arms as he tried to decipher the meaning, "It keeps bringing up that word. I am unfamiliar with it. But it is key to this whole explanation... It says this one of the many chosen exhibit feats of bravery and courage. But ultimately it is that one word -Merda what is it- that draws the hunter to the human."

"You can't translate it?" Lex, curious now, was standing right next to him.

"No, that's the problem. I CAN translate it, but it's just a bunch of gibberish. It spells out h'dui'se."

"Whatever that means." Lex frowned as well, wandering back to the other wall. If it didn't help their situation, she wasn't too interested.

Not noticing she had wandered off, the Italian kept looking over the symbols.

"According to these, the sacrifice that *wasn't* sacrificed, was -what is that word- taken? Claimed? I'm not sure, but basically this person was NOT killed with the rest that serve them in their trail or test that the Hunter's undergo."

"So... then what happened to 'em?" Lex couldn't help but ask.

"It... doesn't quite... say." Sebastian murmured in disappointment, eyes scanning and rescanning the runes in the hopes an answer would be given, "But from context clues, it seems this non-sacrificed chosen exudes whatever h'dui'se is, and that it drives certain hunters... for lack of a better word, uh... crazy."

"So you're the h'dui'se person, huh?" Lex pieced together.

"Merde... I hope not." Sebastian paled, "From everything I've seen and read, this hunt -this Chiva- is an extremely important step in their culture. When one with the h'dui'se appears, the affected hunter goes out of his way to ensure both are... accomplished? Achieved? That doesn't make sense!"

"Uh... Sebastian...?" Lex started to say, cutting herself off with a questioning look in her eye.

Reading her mind, Sebastian shook his head. He held a hand up as he denied, "No Lex, don't say it. That can't be it."

"But Sebastian... Being claimed? Driving the hunter crazy? That sounds like-"

"Don't Lex. Don't say it, please. What's left of my sanity cannot bear to hear what theory you're about to tell me." Sebastian begged, leaning against the wall as he turned to look at her.

"Avoiding it's not gonna solve anything." Lex said sternly.

"Sure it is. It's gonna-"

"The Hunter's got the hots for you." Lex delivered bluntly, arms crossed

Oh gods, kill him now.

-o-o-o-

Two Yautja sprung out of the darkness. One an amber sheen with brown spots, the other a larger green with black spots.

Blades crossed first, then recognition shot through them and they relaxed, letting their weapons come to a rest at their sides.

But Celtic's eyes widened, his mandibles flaring. A growl escaped his throat. He could smell him. The Ooman scholar's scent was on Scar.

Did he-

Scar shook his head. He did not kill the Ooman.

Celtic clicked angrily, demanding where he had last seen the Ooman.

But Scar shook his head once more. There would be no point going to the place they were last at. The soft meats would be long gone from there by that time.

Celtic snarled. There was more than one? It must be that female Pyode Amedha as well. He trilled distastefully. It would be too bad if she was the Ooman's mate. Then he'd have to kill her. And he didn't want his Ooman to be anything but happy to see him.

Scar snorted at his comrade, reading the larger warrior like a book.

He could not believe it. Scar was sure Celtic would be the LAST Yautja in the entire universe to fall for the H'dui'se of an Ooman. Apparently he was wrong.

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Scholar's Misfortune	By : BlueBastard Category: M through R > Predator Views: 10050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scholar's Misfortune