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Butterflies	By : Esequell Category: 1 through F > Alien (All Movies) > Alien (All Movies) Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Prometheus and I'm not making any money from this (though I'm enjoying myself IMMENSELY!)

Chapter List
- 1-Butterflies
- 2-Unfoldment
- 3-Emergence
- 4-Wings
- 5-Waves
- 6-Caged
- 7-Unbalanced
- 8-Air
- 9-Flight
- 10-Dust
- 11-Grounded
- 12-Aliens
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2. Unfoldment
Shaw stared at the wall. Tears cut down her face but she ignored them, stubborn and hard. The engineer grunted like a man who'd gone too long. His soft eyelashes flickered against her face, lace wings of white butterflies. Warm. Pain stabbed through her caesarian scar. Little tears appeared inside her where he outmatched her for size. She was shaking, hate and fury bubbling in her throat; a spiky, unswallowable fir cone. She struggled to get enough air as he groaned, pressed his body into hers. His movements became shaky, jagged, like his breath. Then he shuddered, drove her against the wall with a grunt. And relaxed.
Something went click at his temple.
In his post orgasmic stupor, he was too slow to react. His head exploded. Blood spurted from his open skull, coating her body in thick, stinking black.
David lifted the engineer with inhuman strength. The corpse tumbled onto the black grid floor. Shaw scrambled away, panting, her insides burning. There was blood on her thighs. She snatched the rifle.
'Bastard!'
She shot him again in the chest, again and again. What was left of his jaw exploded into tic-tac shards of white and black. David walked through the noise and ricochet fearlessly and disarmed her.
'Elizabeth,' he rubbed her elbows gently. 'Enough. Enough. He's dead.'
Shaw looked down at her own naked body. Her knees gave out. David caught her.
'W-Why are you naked?' she breathed, into his hair. It was surprisingly soft. Surprisingly real.
He was warm too, like a man. Just this once perhaps, she found him comforting. That's a lie, she thought. I always found him comforting. It's just...Charlie.
'I'm afraid it was the only way to escape the containment field. Forgive me. Perhaps it's best, if you don't look down.'
'I won't,' she promised.
He lifted her easily. The overhead strip lights had no visible fixings. Shaw counted them. Her tears slipped down her cheeks, dripping onto David's bare arms. Seventeen. Eighteen. He placed her on the soft, warm, alien med room gurney.
'I am...sorry,' he said, tactfully. 'The door was very difficult, without his access code.'
Shaw gazed at him.
'David-' she choked. 'The forcefield. It could have killed you.'
'I was fairly sure it wouldn't,' he said. He frowned softly. 'Of course. I had no way of knowing for certain. Until I walked through it.'
For a moment his eyes were far away, in possibility.
'Thank you.'
Pain lanced through her abdomen. She stung intolerably.
'David. Please. Get me a mirror.'
David pressed his fine, shell coloured lips together and gazed at her peacefully.
'Of course,' he said.
Shaw waited until he'd left the room and then tentatively she lowered the glass and looked. She pulled it away quickly. For a few minutes she considered stitching it up herself but there was no way to do it tidily without help. She punched the soft, pillow-like formation beneath her, tears streaming down her face.
'David!' her voice was reedy, thin.
He opened the door.
'I-' the words stuck in her throat. 'I need you to...help me.'
'I understand,' he said evenly.
David produced a strange devide attached to a tube from a nearby fixing. He wheeled her closer so the hose would reach.
'Forgive me,' she said. 'I need to see what blood is yours.'
He washed her. The water was warm. She scrubbed herself with her hands, watched the blood come away. When it was done and he'd rinsed and disinfected his hands, he placed a towel over her chest and belly. It was a silly gesture of modesty, considering, but she appreciated it nonetheless.
Shaw felt a trail of blood trickle from between her legs. She shut her eyes tightly. She felt sick, like her stomach was trying to roll over. She could taste his mouth in hers. She could feel where the bruises would come up, big purple splotches on her hips that would last days and remind her.
You can take my body, but it's not me. You can take my body, but it's not me. She repeated it in her head. It seemed to help.
She turned her face to the wall. She didn't want to see his blonde head peering down at her most intimate parts. She felt the pull and tug as he patiently sutured up the tearing, is face an impassive as ever. He might have been studying a new language, or reading a medical textbook. Engrossed in his work as he was, Shaw felt no sense of shame in him. No embarassment or awkwardness at his position. She supposed that was a blessing in itself.
His fingers were gentle. It still hurt. He passed a fine needle through the small tears just inside her.
David might have hummed as he worked, but he suspected she'd think him irreverent.
'The bleeding seems to have stopped,' he said gently. 'How is the pain?'
'Sharp,' she said dully.
David could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks.
'Is there any pain...inside your body?'
'Yes,' a whisper.
He delved deeper, a surgeon going to work with a tiny, hand-held light. He could only guess what she was feeling. Feeling was a concept that was supposed to be alien to him, but he understood the reactions, chemical and otherwise that humans underwent to certain situations. Sometimes he wondered if Mr Weyland had intended his understandings to become so...intense. So second nature.
'I appreciate...that you may not appreciate my sentiments, Elizabeth,' he said softly. 'But, it's just a body. Isn't it? Flesh and blood.'
'Yes,' she whispered, gratefully.
He knew that Shaw was humiliated, ashamed and angry. And afraid. He wasn't supposed to feel any of those things. His highly logical thought process had already concluded that this was simply a medical emergency, and that the vaginal tearing could result in infection. But there was something else there too. A spot of warmth. Gratitude welled up from within. Gratitude that she was alive, that he wouldn't have to be alone.
His fingers slipped. She gasped.
'My apologies,' he said quickly, his face carefully guarded to disguise his strange realisation. 'The lubricating jelly has made it rather difficult. Are you alright?'
Shaw just nodded. Then as he inspected more deeply, he withdrew both hands and the light and said;
'I believe, that will do it. I'll fetch you something more suitable to wear.'
He walked by the table. Shaw gripped his hand. He stopped dead.
'David, I-' she tried. Her eyes were full of tears. 'Thank you.'
With a little incline of his head he acknowledged her gratitude and a strange new feeling washed over him. Kinship. It felt warming, reassuring. He liked it.
'It was no pleasure, Dr Shaw,' he offered a little smile. 'Will you be OK? While I'm gone?'
A tiny nod. He decided not to waste any time in fetching those clothes.
000
David studied the containment field extensively while Shaw busied herself for long hours at the console, watching holo after holo. They seemed to be training videos, giving examples of combat situations. Then deep down in a submenu, in a protected file she found a few clips.
'David,' she called him over. 'Help me decode this, please?'
'Certainly.'
He ran his new translator program on them and Shaw was amazed to see that it converted the file names into a decent approximation of English.
'You didn't tell me you'd written a translator,' she seemed very pleased. David felt warmth blossom inside him. 'Is that what you do while I'm sleeping?'
He smiled.
'It's rudimentary, but...I believe, it can make clear the general subject matter.'
Shaw gazed at him.
'I think it's clever. Very clever.'
The file name transformed read 'Mother and I.' Shaw barely registered. David smiled. For a moment her brown eyes met his. David felt a pleasant warmth spread through his chest. Acceptance. Enjoyment of her praise. He revelled in the feeling for as long as it lasted.
'Thank you,' he murmured, genuinely.
Shaw played the file. David heard the little glitch in her breathing. She stilled, her surprise palpable. A naked male Engineer was leaning over a female. Her more slender frame fit perfectly against his. He was holding her hip in one hand and thrusting deeply while she teased his bottom lip with her teeth. She seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the way she panted and urged him on with her heels and hands. Shaw went pale. Her hands trembling she fumbled for the controls. David leaned down, hit a button. The pair vanished, leaving behind them a vacant, uncomfortable silence.
'So they're as sick as we are,' she muttered.
She fixed her eyes on the floor to hide their sudden redness. She busied herself finding some freeze-dried coffee in the supplies they'd brought from the lifeboat.
'Good to know.'
David made a note of the location of the files, copied them to his private data archive, and kept them for later. They filled him with a strange feeling. Curiosity. Intrigue. Excitement. He would be a silent, immortal witness to their secret lives. That pleased him. David was curious, as he was curious about everything. He especially liked secrets.
000
Shaw leaned over the weird alien toilet, her head in her hands. She was sweating, trembling like a newborn foal. She'd spent the night getting up and down to throw up. David had provided her with a loose fitting tank top and pyjama bottoms. They were soaked with sweat.
She found him at the console. He rarely needed sleep. When he looked up she offered him a tired smile. He found it very encouraging, this new frendliness. He ventured to hope that she might be forgetting. Or at least trying to.
'Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well?'
'Mmm,' she lied.
She was grateful that he made no mention of the alien pornography. Then again, why would he? It was probably just an odd, fleshy curiosity, to him.
'Would you like some breakfast?' David rose from the console, locking his screen.
'Breakfast?' Shaw parroted.
A soft nod.
'Yes. I could make you some eggs, if you'd like?'
'I'm fine-' she whispered, but her stomach rolled on the last syllable. She lurched forward.
David put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
'Oh God-' she breathed. 'David, I need to-'
He dodged in time, easily sidestepping the glass of water she'd tried to drink half an hour ago and caught her as she sagged forward and retched. She panted, gripping his forearm. It was so strange. He felt like flesh but she knew that underneath his skin he was cogs and wires and weird hydraulic fluids.
'Oh, dear,' he murmured softly.
'Something's wrong with me,' she burst out, desperate to understand.
'Now, Doctor,' he cooed, pulling her hair back adeptly. 'Try to stay calm.'
'Is there one inside me?' she burst out suddenly.
'Unlikely,' David reassured her. 'I haven't seen any sign of the parasite. I've searched the whole ship. The cargo hold is sealed. There's no sign of contamination.'
'David,' she wheezed. 'This was so stupid. So, so stupid. Why did we do this? Why did I...let him die?'
She leaned forward again, gripping her belly and retched. David stroked her back rhythmically. Then he tipped her back, and carried her back to the alien gurney.
'If my memory serves me correctly, Doctor, it was Miss Vickers who made that...decision.'
David had read every file available on their medical equipment but he was still reticent about using her as a test subject. He wasn't sure why. Normally, loyalty to Weyland Industries would override any protective programming concerning human life. Something had changed. He was proud of it, though he wasn't sure why.
'Try to keep still,' he said.
Subtle green light flashed around her, arching from one side of the squishy bed to the other. Then clearly visible through the transparency console, she saw a shape no bigger than a peanut.
Shaw stared at it, wordless. Terrified. David glanced at her.
'David?' she breathed. 'What is it? Is it...a baby?'
'It appears to be...a foetus,' he agreed. 'A little large for such a recent implantation. But...human.'
'Of course it's human,' Shaw breathed, her eyes going red again. 'It's his.'
'Yes,' David nodded.
He turned the scanner off. For a moment, the image of the unborn child persisted like a ghost in negative before it died with the power feed. Shaw's breath hitched.
'How?' she whispered. 'David. How? Charlie and I...we tried and tried. Why now?'
'I'm afraid I don't know,' he said simply. He leaned over her. 'I appreciate that this is a sensitive question. I assume you don't intend to...keep...the child?'
'Keep it?' Shaw breathed.
David gazed down at her with...was that pity? It was strange that he was here, seemingly trying to keep her alive when he could have been learning how to interact with the alien species, pursuing his own agenda.
'It's very unlikely that your body will bear pregnancy so soon after major surgery,' he said. 'The situation may...rectify itself naturally.'
Shaw struggled upright, her hand on her belly, just over the remains of her scar.
'And if it doesn't? What then, David? It'll kill me!'
'This is nothing like the alien you carried on the Prometheus. Without a precedent, it's very hard to say what will happen.'
Shaw hopped down, her legs like jelly. She stumbled. David caught her.
'Careful.'
'Get it out of me,' she whispered, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. It didn't hurt him. 'Please, David. Get it out!'
000
When he'd isolated the outline of the pea-sized foetus with its miniature cord and tiny placenta, he stopped and zoomed in. Through the transparency, Shaw could see the flutter of its heart, the minute movement of blood cells surging through new veins. It was human. Familiar. Alive.
A bolt of cold horror went down her spine and suddenly she threw her hand out to grab his arm.
'Go in closer,' she breathed.
He obeyed. There at one end, the tiny beginnings of an eyeball beneath a transparent lid. The little heart flickered. Her breath caught in her throat.
'Electromagnetic field?'
Silently, David complied. The transparency display changed. Emanating from the foetus was a magnetic signature, an onion loop of life force. Shaw choked.
'I can't,' she crumpled.
She struggled off the bed, her hands shaking, sweat beaded on her face. She backed into a corner, her breath coming faster, hyperventilating. He followed, his hands warm and slow and gentle, like he'd been taught.
'It's going to kill me!' she keened, like an animal in a trap.
David enfolded her. She hovered on the edge of a vast decision, then began to sob uncontrollably into his neck. His skin sensitized. He shushed her, stroked her hair. She gripped him with a strength that was almost inhuman. She shook so badly that he found it nearly impossible to steady her without bruising her thin human skin.
Then he spoke to her. He didn't say anything of value. She wouldn't have understood sense if he had. He rubbed her shoulderblades, his chin on her shoulder and let her cry. Then when her sobs faded to hitching breaths and gasps, he walked her to the little room she'd commandeered as her bedroom.
Shaw had tried to keep him out of here. It was hers. Little more than a broom closet, it was just big enough for her makeshift bed. He laid her down and covered her with the emergency foil blankets and the soft, alien quilt he'd decontaminated for her.
'Try to rest,' he said gently.
000
Shaw slept fitfully, mental exhaustion sapping her reserve. When she woke, it was to the odd sensation that the ship was moving. She made for the control deck.
'What're you doing?'
David's hands were buried in the green magnetic streams. They adhered to his flight suit, arching to the floor.
'Good morning, Doctor.'
'What are you doing, David?'
'I'm flying,' he said happily. 'Did I wake you? I apologise for the turbulence...we are travelling almost four times the speed of light. I haven't quite got the hang of it yet.'
'Oh,' she said, guiltily.
He set the control streams down and left them idling, the ship on autopilot. He jumped down to greet her.
'How are you feeling?'
'I'm OK,' Shaw said. 'How long until we arrive?'
'Unfortunately, about four months. Since we have no idea how fast the child will grow, I suggest we learn to use their cryosleep chambers quickly. Performing an emergency caesarian here, with possible contagions in the hold and rudimentary understanding of their medical bay would be..ill advised at best.'
Shaw could see the logic in that.
'Alright,' she agreed.
She made for the console. A warm hand stopped her. David was gazing at her with an odd combination of happiness and respect.
'Dr Shaw. I'm glad you no longer seem to view me as...your enemy.'
Shaw dropped her eyes away while she thought of an answer.
'Well. You haven't really behaved like one. Recently.'
'Thank you,' he smiled.
000
Shaw stood beside the open chamber. It was clean, metallic, ridgy. She climbed in tentatively.
'Are you sure about this?'
'Yes,' he nodded confidently. 'I'm certain I have the hang of it now.'
Her feet didn't touch the rests. Then David appeared, holding the breathing mask.
'This is calibrated to your requirements.'
Shaw put it on. She watched David move to the console.
'David,' she said quickly. 'Will you be awake, the whole time?'
He blinked, his peaceful smile in place.
'Yes.'
He sealed the chamber. Inside, Shaw felt it grow comfortably warm. The bed deepened slightly and clean, fresh air began to flow. She closed her eyes, tried to imagine she was back on Earth, before any of the mess. Before she could begin to visualise, she was gone, drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber.
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