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Breaking The Ice	By : LemonCrisis Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Predator/Alien franchises, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I'm sorry, was that your thigh?
- 2-So, I have a spare room.
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I came to quickly. It wasn't the usual sluggish struggle out of the sticky grip of unconsciousness. Perhaps this was fuelled by the subconscious knowledge that I had just collapsed rather pathetically in front of a notoriously violent species of alien. However, I couldn't feel a spear sticking out of my middle and, if I wasn't just imagining it, I was back under my covers again. I took that as a good sign, if slightly creepy. I wasn't entirely sure where the predator was now, so I kept my eyes shut, the warm glow of the bedroom light filtering through my closed lids as I feigned sleep. I wrestled with myself trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't go leaping out of bed and legging it down the stairs like a mad woman – he'd blast me into vapour in no time. But then, as I thought about it, I realised he wasn't exactly how I'd envisioned a predator. It seemed he had a sense of humour, for one thing, even if it was at my expense. And he hadn't killed me; that had to be worth something, right? My deliberations were interrupted when a gruff voice sounded nearby,
"I know you are awake, ooman."
I mentally winced and cursed myself for being an idiot. However, I kept my eyes stubbornly shut and continued to lay motionless, if for no other reason than to buy some more time. What to do? After a few moments of agonising mental debate, my curiosity got the better of me as I decided that, if he wanted me dead, I would be by now. Opening my eyes, I sat up, drawing my legs up and hugging the covers to my chest before they could slip down. What I saw surprised me. The predator was squashed up in my armchair amid a mound of spare blankets he'd presumably pilfered from the bottom of my wardrobe. All I could see was his head poking out of the top.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." The disembodied head spoke with a dry undercurrent of amusement.
I replied automatically, "To be honest, I'm surprised I'm not dead."
He chuckled then; a dry, scratchy sound, "Believe me, I have no intention of harming you, ooman. You are not worth killing."
Although he obviously meant to reassure me with those words, I couldn't help feeling a twang of annoyance at the blatant dismissal. I scowled, the slight friendly curiosity I had begun to harbour quickly evaporating, "So why are you in my house then?" The question came out in a sharper tone than I'd planned, but he didn't seem to notice.
The predator paused for a moment, looking at me gravely over the edge of the blankets, considering my question. "I have been hunting on your planet for five days," he said at last, "However my heating mesh has malfunctioned. That and the fact it was snowing forced me to look for somewhere warm for the time being." He tilted his head slightly and his mandibles curved upwards in a grin, "Your window was conveniently thrown open for me."
Well he certainly wasn't one to waste time. My window had been open a whole of two minutes. What he'd said about hunting bothered me though,
"You're hunting around here?" Somehow I couldn't imagine it - given that the town I lived in was mostly full of the elderly.
He shook his head, a handful of decorated dreadlocks slipping free of the blanket folds.
"I have finished my hunting, ooman. However, my fascination with your species is never sated. Studying oomans is my... hobby – I believe that is the right word?" I nodded dumbly and he continued, "I have travelled quite a way from where I was hunting to study the oomans in this area. It fascinates me that you oomans vary greatly in many ways, often when you are only short distances apart."
Well, I couldn't argue with that.
I fiddled with the edge of my duvet as an awkward silence descended.
"So, uh... How long will you be in my house?"
He watched me for a moment, then replied with a grin,
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Whether you wish to live or not."
My fingers froze against the fabric of the duvet as my heart leapt into my throat to squeeze my windpipe. I was confused - why let me live now just to kill me later? I looked at him, my eyes showing my befuddlement.
He observed my reaction and then elaborated, "I can leave tomorrow, but as I'm sure you understand, leaving witnesses behind is not something I care to do. If, however, you offer to teach me your local culture and let me study you, it would be most dishonourable of me to kill you afterwards." He smirked, and I came to the swift conclusion that he was a devious bastard. Well, two could play at that game.
I scowled at him for the second time that night. "Fine. Since you leave me no choice, it looks like I have no other option but to accept your terms. I will teach you my culture." I paused and bit my lip as my brain worked overtime, then added, "However... I want to make some rules of my own."
The predator huffed out a scratchy chuckle again. "Little Ooman, you are bold indeed to demand terms of me, but very well. Name three."
Three... That was two more than I had hoped to realistically get. Looked like Mr Smug was in a good mood.
I smiled. I had this in the bag.
"One. You can't kill, dismember, maim or generally harm any of my family or friends." I wasn't going to gamble and just hope his cultural 'honour' was enough to keep them safe. If I was going to be hosting this guy at my place for a while, I needed to know that my loved ones safety was guaranteed. Besides, a couple of my male friends may very well be considered worth killing, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let that happen. I just hoped I'd included enough verbs to cover everything
He nodded his agreement, "My hunting is done for now. All that is left to do with my remaining time here is to continue my study of your species. Your friends and family are safe, little ooman."
Well, that was the most important one out of the way. I already knew what I wanted for the other two terms, but I sat for a couple of minutes trying to decide on the best way to phrase them.
The predator waited patiently, huddled up in the blankets while I deliberated. When I finally spoke again, his head swiveled back in my direction like an owl's.
"Okay." I took a breath, "Number two. I will teach you in my own way. If you don't like the way I teach for any reason you are free to back out, but you must then consider my part of the bargain upheld and leave in peace." I watched his face carefully as I said this, noting with satisfaction the slight frown when I mentioned backing out.
"Ooman," he said gruffly, "You have offered to teach me - it would be improper of me to question your methods. I agree."
I laughed sarcastically in my head; I'd offered to teach him? I hadn't been blackmailed into it at all. Nope. Not at all. But then, I had just used a bit of psychological manipulation to get him to accept term number two
I voiced my final term, "Three. I would like the right to ask for something during the time you stay here."
"Ask for what?"
"I don't know yet," I said honestly, "But I would like to reserve one request that is within your power to grant and that doesn't go against your morals or honour. You know - just in case."
The predator's brow ridge raised slightly at that one,
"…Just in case?" He echoed.
I nodded, and gave him my most disarming smile.
His head tilted to the side now, more dreadlocks slipping free of the blankets.
"Just in case what?"
"Well that's the thing - I like to have a 'get out of jail free' card in case of emergencies."
"That is not a term I'm familiar with."
I grinned in spite of myself. There was so much I could teach him. The main culture stuff he was more than capable of learning on his own - I was under no illusion that he really wanted me to teach him that. But what his ulterior motive was… well; I'd have to wait and see. In the meantime though I could have some fun.
"It basically means that you've got some kind of back up plan in case things go bad at any point, or you find yourself in need of something that you don't have the power to get."
"I see." The predator said slowly, and he appeared to be mulling it over. After a few moments he nodded, "That is satisfactory."
I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air and whoop, and instead I just smiled at him, "Great."
He grunted in response, still huddled in my blankets, and I suddenly realised I'd have to put him somewhere. It wasn't like he could just sleep in the chair tonight. I pressed fingertips to my forehead and willed my tattered nerves to hold out for just a bit longer.
"So," I said after a moment, "Do you have a name?" Then resisted the sudden urge to plant my face in my palm at my ability to ask stupid questions.
He inclined his head, then said something that sounded like "Da'yashik'vaaki."
I blinked several times in rapid succession as my brain struggled to even process the strange sounds, much less try to emulate them. But I couldn't ask for his name only to give up pronouncing it without trying at least once, right?
"Daay… aahsheek… wakeey?" My tongue struggled with the exotic-sounding syllables, and I couldn't even attempt the 'clicking' quality they had. The predator looked at me with an unreadable expression and I flushed slightly and tried again, "Daayasheakwakee?" I offered. That was the best I could do. For all I knew I'd just gravely insulted him or called him a cow or something.
Wait, that was it!
His mandibles twitched slightly, "A… commendable effort, ooman. However I fear my language is beyond your species' capabilities to imitate."
I nodded absently in agreement, my mind already working on a name for him. One that matched him rather well. When trying to pronounce his name, I'd noticed that the first part sounded something like 'Daayasheek'. If I shortened the vowels and took off the 'k' then it was something more like 'Dayashe'. If I then combined that with his bovine-like black on white markings, well, it all became rather clear to me.
"Daisy" I said suddenly, fighting back an amused grin.
"Daisy?"
"That's as close a translation as I can think of for your name." Ok, so it wasn't actually a translation as such, but minor details and all that.
He was silent for a moment, and I suddenly feared I'd pushed my luck too far and that he'd actually got the reference, but then he nodded thoughtfully,
"It does have a certain resemblance to part of my name." He looked at me for a moment, "And what is your name, ooman?"
"Rebecca."
"Well then Rebecca, I am looking forward to your lessons."
I ducked my head in acknowledgement, "Now," I began, "You'll be wanting somewhere to sleep. There is a spare room you can have…."
After prising him out of the chair – gods was he big – I led him down to the first floor where the spare room was. He dragged my blankets with him and I didn't argue. Hell, I was too frazzled to even care. There was another king size bed in there, already made up, and an old sofa. He'd be fine. I left him to it and wandered back upstairs to bed.
All I wanted now was sleep, but after the night's events I was pretty sure that would be the last thing my brain would let me have.

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