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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
7 - Unbalanced
Shaw's time passed in a blur. She watched the seasons change. Eventually, Atri visited her. He sat with his pleated robe tucked under his knees.
'You've lain here long enough,' he said.
Shaw frowned.
'What does that mean?'
Atri put his hands on her, strong enough to hold her knees together and her chest flat to the bed.
'What're you doing! Jesus, Atri!'
Something tingled at the back of her mind. Bright, strange and invasive.
'I should've done this a long time ago, when David told me he planned to take you home. To a doctor on Earth.'
'What!?' Shaw gaped at him.
Atri loosened his grip when he realised she wasn't going to struggle.
'He knows I need to be here. With Sinashi. Why would he-?'
'Well I guess he figured your health was a bit more important,' Atri said coolly. 'Keep still, you hear? If I get this wrong you'll come out of it worse than you went in.'
Shaw wriggled suddenly, violently, but for all her best efforts she simply wasn't strong enough to throw him off. He dragged her into his lap, her head against his belly, one hand on her breastbone. She panted;
'Get the fuck off me, Atri!'
'No,' he said evenly. 'Keep still.'
Shaw gave a strangled little gasp as blinding white light surged into her mind. She Atri took control of her body. She sagged from the neck down. His eyelids flickered rapidly. He spoke inside her mind;
You'll thank me when it's over.
'I-I'll never thank you,' she tried to say. Her lips wouldn't move.
Silence. Searing pain shot down her spine. She screamed. No sound came out but she heard it in her head. For a second of foolish hope, she thought it might throw him from her mind. It didn't. He clung on. Memories played on the screen of her mind. The caesarian scar tissue sparked. Old emotional wounds opened. Everything she'd seen and felt on board the Prometheus was laid bare. Shaw screamed and battered the walls inside a box made of light. A door clicked open deep in her head. The grief and fear she'd held down all this time flooded out. She drowned in it, screaming, gasping in the undertow.
She began to feel it would swallow her, destroy her from the inside out. Then it drained away abruptly. Atri drew it out, a glowing cord and cast it into space. All was peaceful. Then he separated his mind slowly from hers. She scrambled away from him. She almost slapped him, until she searched her own memory and realised she had no pain left. No grief. No sadness. Just a pile of memories from which she felt utterly detached. Atri's open eyes were bloodshot. His hands were shaking.
'What did you do?' she found her voice. 'Did you just break into my mind? What did you do?'
'You saw me make the flower,' he said. 'It's just energy, Eli. Just frequencies of sound. I can move them wherever I want. I've seen everything that happened to you.'
'Get out.'
Atri considered defiance, but then he rose unsteadily. With a final backward glance he left her there.
'You know where to find me,' he said. 'If you need to talk.'
000
'Elizabeth?' David called.
His voice shook her from her thoughts. She was in the same position on her bed. She couldn't call up one ounce of her grief for Charlie, one moment of her anger or pain. She was free. Gratitude warred with fury.
'Elizabeth, are you in there?'
Silence.
'Atri just left. I heard you crying.'
She raked her fingers through her hair.
'Come in,' she finally said.
The door swung open. His gaze travelled her body, flicked to the rumpled sheets. She was sweaty, her hair a wreck. Everything she'd taken pride in before, forgotten. She stood unaided, weak and thin. David caught her.
'Your...usual..destination is it?' he asked tactfully.
'Yeah. And right after that I want some breakfast. David.'
'I'll bring some up.'
'No. I'm coming downstairs. I want to see Sinashi.'
'He's at the centre.'
'Then I want to see you,' she gazed up at him. She pushed her hair back again. 'Jesus, David. I need a bath. I feel disgusting.'
He smiled behind her head. He turned his back while she used the loo and flicked the shower on. He fetched her a towel. When he came back she was naked, testing the water with her hand.
'I take it that whatever Atri did...helped?' he asked tactfully.
Shaw glanced at him, her dark eyes penetrating. She held fire on closing the stall. One side of her hair fell flat, wet.
'Did you have something to do with this, David?'
'Certainly not.'
She met his eyes, fearless, fierce once again.
'You're a shit liar. Anyone ever tell you that?'
'No ma'am. You're the first.'
He smiled as he bent for her discarded clothes.
'Welcome back to the land of the living, Dr Shaw.'
He pulled the door to and left her.
000
Shaw ate what David provided, not much caring what it was. It satisfied her hunger.
'David. Do you know what he did to me?'
David took her plate to the washer. 'No,' he said honestly.
'He broke into my mind. With his.'
'Oh? Did he. I imagine he felt that was the source of your illness. Rather like bandaging a broken arm. It didn't help?' he asked innocently.
'How is...twisted mind rape...helping me?' she turned to watch him.
He shrugged. How very human.
'Consider the alternative. The journey home would have been dangerous for you.'
Shaw's breath caught. He heard it. No human would have.
'You bastard.'
'I am?' he murmured. 'I had no idea. My Mother was conspicuously absent...if I even had a childhood.'
'Don't play with me, David. You never change.'
'I beg to differ,' he dried his hands and turned to her. 'I have changed. For the better, as I see it. I promised to keep you safe.'
Shaw fish-mouthed for a second.
'Do you think I'm an idiot, David?' her eyebrow arched. 'You thought you could leave Sinashi here and take me home, and I'd just go willingly.'
His eyebrows went up to join his hairline.
'I saw a lot while I was in Atri's mind,' she nodded slowly. 'More than you'd like. You're a twisted little shit, David.'
'My God made me in his own image,' David smiled coolly.
Shaw slid off her stool and approached him, her eyes dangerous. He held his ground, fearless, blank.
'Are you being funny, David? I thought a sense of humour was stage one sentience?'
'Then perhaps I'm more alive than you think,' there was bite to his words.
'If you ever go behind my back again-'
'I will,' he promised her evenly. 'Don't look so surprised, Doctor. You don't always know what's best for you. Or Sinashi.'
'David, I order you to back the fuck off.'
'Nice try,' he smiled. 'You never did take that look at my programming, Doctor. Would you like to? I'm certain you'll find it very...revealing.'
'Later.'
'Now,' he insisted.
He picked up his tablet, activated it and brought up the relevant code. He handed it to her. Shaw eyed him suspiciously. He left her be to read.
Shaw wasn't fluent in the three languages the developers had used to code his instincts, autonomic function and cognitive ability. She understood enough to get the gist though. She read until her stomach rumbled again. David put food in front of her silently. He disappeared into his study.
'Go tighten your nipple nuts,' she muttered, to the air.
She read back to front, then over again. When she knocked his door he was reading, feet up on a leather stool.
'What is that?' she bent over to peer at the title.
'Wuthering heights, Doctor.'
He marked the page meticulously and set it aside. She handed his tablet over.
'So,' she said, her eyebrow arched. 'You're free. On Weyland's death. He freed you.'
'Yes, Doctor. What would be the point of making an artificial human...who isn't human at all?'
Shaw leaned her weight on the back of the sofa.
'I'm glad we're finally on the same page,' he swung his legs down.
'I don't believe you,' she said frankly. 'If you were free, you wouldn't still be here. I'm sure the Igogi would clamour for a researcher they can send into just about any environment. You could go anywhere...do anything.'
David stood up.
'Is that inferiority, Doctor? Do you consider yourself completely unlovable? I may be synthetic...but I still feel. And I appreciate sentimentality. I enjoy your company. I stay for that.'
'Someone did love me,' Shaw said quietly. 'Until you killed him.'
'I told you. I never meant to kill Dr Holloway. I didn't know what the substance would do. I'll point out that it was Miss Vickers who pulled the trigger, in the end.'
Shaw's eyes filled with tears.
'But you that infected him.'
'I had no choice.'
His eyebrow arched sarcastically; 'Forgive me, Dr Shaw. I wanted to live.'
He left to fetch Sinashi from the centre. Shaw rubbed her arms, suddenly cold.
000
Sinashi ran up the garden path and threw his arms around her.
'You're up!' he bounced.
'Yeah,' she kissed his forehead. 'And I'm not going back to bed like that again. OK?'
Sinashi nodded.
'Let your Mother rest,' David helped her to the sofa.
She lay under a blanket and watched an Igogi soap opera. She still couldn't access the missing, dark part of her mind. She felt lonely without it. Incomplete and violated. And peaceful.
In the weeks that followed, Atri stayed far from her. When he did come back he stuck to his work and passed few words with her. Shaw grew strong enough to walk about and make her own food. David acquired more free time as a result. He returned to his old routine. In time she joined him on the lawn.
'I promised you payback, David,' she hooked the end of his stick down with hers.
'So you did,' he agreed.
In six moves he forced her into the trees, knocked her stick clean from her hand and pinned her by the chest, his knee between hers.
'You're out of practise, Doctor.'
'Why do you still call me that?'
'It reminds me of...another life. Don't you think? You could be, you know. A Doctor again. You could be the scientist who takes the Igogi back to Earth.'
Shaw's eyes narrowed. He picked up her stick and threw it to her. She caught it.
'We're not going back to Earth, David. Not yet. Not until I have my answers. Anyway. What do I have to go back for?'
'Fame. Fortune.'
'You'll have to do better than that to get back to Weyland Industries.'
She stared at him.
'You've been recording everything...to send back to them.'
'Your suspicion borders on paranoia,' he said honestly. 'I was thinking more of your closure. Don't you want to share what you've learned? Humanity would benefit from it, I'm sure.'
She caught his elbow with a deft blow. He flinched. His eyes refocused, like a bird eyeing a meal. His lips twitched upward.
'Alright,' he said mildly.
He chased her towards the river, faster than she could counter. When she stumbled back into clean, clear air he waited for the splash.
'Very good, Elizabeth,' he bowed to her. 'But noone can fly. Not even me. Not even the new David 9 or 10, I imagine. If I go back I'll be simply...obsolete. And I have no desire to be discontinued. I have far too much to live for.'
She trod water, soaked, furious. She fished her stick out of the current and swam back to shore, scraped her hair back.
'Alright,' she said. 'You asked for it, David. No holds barred.'
'As you wish.'
Her wet clothes slowed her. Her weeks of isolation in bed had softened her. Her back wasn't so strong, she didn't have the same easy range of movement. She was as surprised as he when his back hit a white tree trunk and her stick came down, pointed at his nose.
'You let me win!' she accused.
'I didn't.'
His stuck blurred. She countered him just in time, stumbled back and found herself staring down the business end once again.
'I think our little hobby has saved us many arguments,' he said mildly. 'Having something to hit seems to keep you stable. I wonder if you have a latent violent tendency. Or at least, a streak of vengefulness?'
She panted.
'I like our arguments, David. I like to smack you.'
'Yes and that's exactly what I mean. Go ahead, Elizabeth. Hit me. If you can.'
She tried. In five moves, he smacked the back of her knees. She tumbled forward with a yell. He slid his stick under her chin. It lodged against her windpipe. He leaned down and smiled;
'That's too bad. I was hoping you might win this time.'
She conceded defeat, threw her stick down. He released her. His hands took over, tracing gently along her windpipe.
'I was hoping...perhaps...that in time we might forget the past,' he leaned his temple gently against the back of her head. 'I think we've become friends, in a strange way.'
Shaw closed her eyes, suddenly aroused.
'Imagine what we could achieve together.'
'You'd betray me the first chance you got, David.'
'I'm flattered by your faith in me, Elizabeth. Actually I'm smarter than that. You're a brave, powerful woman. I'd sooner stay on your good side.'
She squirmed.
'David-' she murmured. Let go. Touch me again? She wasn't sure.
'I could be more than the role you give me,' he said, his fingers soft on her artery. He counted her pulse. It was rising. 'One day I can only hope you'll find it in yourself to forgive me my part in Dr Holloway's death.'
'Stop saying his name,' she breathed.
'I'm sorry, Doctor.'
She squeezed her eyes shut. David brushed her hair back gently and pressed a soft, dry kiss to the base of her neck. Her skin goosepimpled. He felt her heart rate surge and smiled softly. He slid a hand between her legs, let her wriggle and waited until she settled.
Shaw could hear Sinashi in the garden. Having one ear pricked for footsteps or voices just made it all the more dangerous. She nodded. David pinned her to a tree, his lips hot on her jugular.
'Elizabeth-' he sounded desperate.
'Please, David-' she whispered, urgent, tugging at his shirt. 'Off. Now.'
He obeyed. His smooth, synthetic skin was unmarked. She tugged her shirt off and grabbed him. He tugged her leggings down and buried his hand between her legs. He found her wet, desperate. Lifted once again he teased her with tender fingertips, her backside in his hands, his mouth on hers.
He slid home unexpectedly. Shaw arched, half way between pain and pleasure. She grabbed his hand and buried it roughly in her hair.
'Hard, David!' she whimpered.
He tightened his grip, tugged her head back, watched her eyes close and her mouth open.
'Yes-' she gasped, when he ground against her, her rippling, eager warmth pushing him toward easy cascade.
'God-' she choked, her legs wrapped tight. Her nails left marks that his nanites would have to work to mend later.
She moaned in his mouth, warm in his hands, so small he was sure he could break her. Her eyes lost their fury, she flushed, clung to him, let him fuck her. He thrust as deep as he could go, teased her with a slow exit and repeated. She leaned in for a kiss. He denied her, squeezed her hair, made her whimper his name.
Her face changed as she came. His eyelids flickered against her temple. Her body clamped down. His fingertips left dents in the trunk. Her hair was warm against his chest as he gasped and released.
She came back to him shaking, wet, helpless. He held her there until he slid from her body, then he set her gently back on her feet. She leaned her head on his shoulder. He kissed her temple.
'Father!' Sinashi yelled.
Shaw spun. Sinashi stood at the top of the path, almost on them.
'Shit!' she hissed.
Sinashi came running when he saw movement. It was David who stepped out casually, jacket perfect, his hair no more rumpled than ever. He caught Sinashi before he could round the tree and discover his Mother, her hair rumpled, fighting the leggings that hung off one foot.
'You were fighting again! When are you going to teach me?' Sinashi bounced.
'When you're older,' David spun him around and pointed to the house. 'I have gingerbread for later. Go on. I'll be along shortly.'
'What's gingerbread?'
'A biscuit,' David brushed soft fingertips over his head. 'Trust me, you'll like it.'
'Where's Mother?'
'In the river, Sinashi,' he blocked the boys line of sight with his body. 'Go on. Back to the house.'
He ran off. When he was out of earshot he disappeared behind the tree where Shaw was struggling with her shoes. He knelt and slipped them on for her.
'Nicely done,' she smirked.
'Thank you.'
'David...I meant to tell you. Atri came to me. He offered a gene therapy that would make Sinashi less human.'
There was a minute pause, a decision.
'I was under the impression it made him more Igogi.'
She stared at him blankly. Then her eyes went dark.
'How do you know that?'
His lips thinned.
'Answer me, David. I didn't tell you that-' she stopped, shook her head. 'No. You wouldn't. You didn't.'
'I'm afraid I did.'
'Whose DNA,' she grabbed him by his shirt. 'You piece of shit! What the fuck did you do!?'
David held his hands up, even as she smacked him against the tree he'd just taken her against.
'Calm down,' he said gently.
'How could you...without telling me?'
'Atri came to me when you refused him,' he said simply. 'I didn't want to worry you. You were ill, Elizabeth.'
'I refused because I don't want him rewritten like a line of bloody code!'
David blinked slowly, non confrontational and infuriatingly powerful regardless. Shaw shoved him once and let him go. He righted himself calmly.
'Why the...bloody hell...did I ever trust you?'
'Deep down you know it's the only way to give him a normal life,' David said softly. 'You asked me to protect you both. I am.'
'You're no more human than the bloody toaster. You don't have any morals. You're dangerous. I can't believe I-' she backed away. 'I let you touch me.'
'Elizabeth!' his voice carried, but she was already gone, stalking back to the house.
000
David sipped from a tumbler. Atri nursed his own regrets with a traditional Igogi liqueur. David gazed at the holo, playing quietly. Lawrence of Arabia. As usual.
'I'm such a fucking idiot,' Atri mused. 'I should have asked her first. I should have...told her.'
'Dr Shaw has never appreciated having her personal power taken away.'
'I didn't mean to hurt her.'
'Neither did I,' David turned to Atri. 'Sometimes, I think that Mr Weyland didn't give me very clear definitions for how I'm supposed to behave. Everything I do offends her senses.'
'Not everything,' Atri smirked.
'I'm a handy consort, that's all. For when her natural urges run high.'
Atri sighed. 'We're both in the dog-house, pal.'
David smiled sadly.
'I'm afraid I sealed my fate when I infected Dr Holloway.'
'We've all done things we regret in the line of duty, David. I never told you half of my past. Out in space...you have to trust your officers. If you don't, you die pretty quick. I'm making up for my own mistakes now. That's life. That's being human. Or Igogi.'
'It seems to desperately unfair,' David said softly. 'To make someone...like me...and not provide others. A family. A society. I've never minded being alone, until now.'
'Maybe your Mr Weyland meant to make you a family?'
'I doubt it. I was just a project...he'd soon have grown tired of me. Like he did of all the other Davids. I remember them. I found their programming stored on the company mainframe. I downloaded them. It probably wasn't the wisest thing I've ever done.'
'And?'
'There were seven versions of David before my...construction. Each one improved upon the last. And each time, Mr Weyland thought he'd pushed the proverbial envelope as far as he could. I soon realised that it was only a matter of time before I was replaced. So I sought to make myself invaluable.'
'And then he died. Now you're free, David. You'll always have a place with the Igogi. You're smart enough. We could train you up as a researcher easily enough. You can go places we can't. Bring back data and samples.'
'Thank you,' David smiled. 'But for now...my responsibility lies with Dr Shaw.'
Atri nodded.
'What are we going to do with her?' he asked.
'Well. In my experience, two things never fail to work on the Doctor. Baby animals and pity. I may have an idea. But it's going to hurt, I'm afraid.'
Atri snorted into his glass.
'Fine, pal. I bet you I've taken worse than anything you can deal out.'
'Don't be so sure,' David promised darkly.

TBC...soon! :)
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