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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
- 7
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8. Air
Midday came and went and there was no sign of Sinashi. Shaw assumed he'd taken the long route home, across the fields and through the river. She put her bare feet up on the patio seat. David's tablet rested on her folded legs. Then the boy returned, leading an Igogi horse by its nose-ring. Shaw rapped the forcefield window. David was drying dishes.
'David!'
He glanced around. Pinpointed the source. He looked at her questioningly. She gestured. Come.
The horse was black with hooves the colour and texture of obsidian. They divided at the tip into five noches, the remnants of claws. His mane was wild and untrimmed. He had a chitinous beak and forward facing eyes. More wolf than equine. Sinashi waited on her judgement. His guilt was written in his body language.
'Tell me you're joking. Where the hell did you get him? Did you fight for him?'
Sinashi avoided her eyes.
'I told you. No more fighting!'
David leaned on the doorframe. There was something off about his posture even when he tried to be casual.
'I'm sorry, Mother,' Sinashi mumbled placatingly.
Glassy, icicle teeth flashed as the horse licked his nose with a crimson tongue. A chill crawled backwards up Shaw's spine. The beast was as tall as Sinashi at the withers. Broad like a cart horse. Big enough to trample him.
'You've got to take him back,' she approached warily. 'Look at the size of him. He could bite your bloody hand off!'
'No,' Sinashi offered the horse his hand and it licked the salt from his palm. 'He won't, Mother. He's silly tame, I promise. I had a good look at him before I even entered the ring. He's never bitten anyone. I can't take him back now. Everyone will say I'm weak.'
Shaw searched his black eyes. They reminded her so much of another life, on a ship, far from safety.
'That's not the most important thing here!' she hissed.
Shaw glanced up. The horse turned his head to gaze at her. She'd expected brown eyes. They were matte crimson, predatory and intense.
'Shit,' she breathed. 'What the hell do you need a horse for anyway?'
Black ears swivelled, listening.
'I don't need him, Mother. I want him. I won him. Fair and square.'
David took the horse by the ring for a closer examination.
'Exquisite,' David murmured. The horse bumped his jacket, snuffling about for treats. 'I can understand your fear, Doctor. His colouration is very unusual.'
'Isn't he beautiful, Father? He's a stallion, too. Only four. I can rent him for breeding. The black ones are in high demand.'
Shaw folded her arms.
'David. He isn't keeping it.'
David seemed reluctant to commit.
'They do have a rather unsavoury reputation. He reminds me of a book. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. The headless horseman had a demon horse. It's eyes glowed like hot coals.'
David waved a hand lightly. The horse stretched out his neck. His tongue quested, almost a foot long.
'Most with red eyes are blind,' he said. 'This one isn't.'
He brushed his hand down the blank flank. It quivered. He touched the spot where jugular met shoulder. The horse folded himself down to lay in the dust and waited.
'Don't be an idiot, David!'
'It's perfectly safe, Doctor. He won't be interested in anything but rotten flesh. They use their teeth like needles to inject digestive juices which break down the carcass. The tongue is used to suction up the...pulp. They're simply the native cleanup brigade, like vultures.'
David climbed on easily and grasped the black mane in one hand. He shifted his weight forward and the horse hauled himself up. He adjusted his weight and flicked his tail, unphased. 'Unique,' David said softly. He stroked the broad, warm shoulders and smiled.
'David, watch him-' Shaw said warily. The horse bent to nibble at his ribs. David didn't move.
'It's merely an itch, Doctor.'
David eased the horse forward. He walked, turned and stopped with nothing but a tug of his mane.
'See? He doesn't even need the rein,' Sinashi said proudly. 'He's worth a lot. The boy who bet him had a knife. He thought he was faster than me. I took it off him in three moves and split his face in ten. Onyx is mine now.'
'Onyx. How apt,' David smiled. 'In this case, it might be best to let Sinashi keep him. Winning a prize like this is a mark of honour, Doctor. Besides. A reputable sale, even with the proper papers, would take time.'
David leaned down to put his cheek against the thick, rough mane and smiled. He could hear the huge heart thumping, feel the rush of blood at his fingertips. He listened.
'David,' she breathed. 'He'll break his neck on that thing.'
'I won't,' Sinashi said softly. 'I promise I'll take care of him. You won't need to lift a finger.'
David slid off the horse and landed with surprising grace on his feet. Shaw chewed her lip.
'What happens when the boy you won him off brings his Father up here looking for his horse?'
'He won't,' Sinashi said.
'Doctor. When a prize is offered in the ring, it is almost universally accepted that there is no legal comeback for goods lost.'
She sighed.
'I don't want you riding him where we can't see you. Ever. And if I don't see a helmet somewhere in this arrangement, you won't be riding him at all. Sinashi. I mean it.'
Sinashi nodded.
'Promise me. I'm going to be watching.'
Sinashi smirked at his feet. He offered her the rope. 'Do you want to try?'
'I'll keep my feet on the ground, thank you,' she said. 'For God sakes, be careful.'
000
Atri didn't turn up for work the next day. Sinashi noticed his absence. Calls to his apartment went unanswered. David took Sinashi outside to amuse him. The boy learned a new trick. Atri won his fights by muscle power alone. David was simply fast. He could see the minute ticks that betrayed a coming strike. He countered before Sinashi could move. Once, Sinashi's hand closed on the edge of David's jacket. It tore loudly.
'Sorry,' David said mildly. 'That doesn't count.'
Sinashi tried until he had to bend over, panting.
'Show me how you move so fast!'
'It's in artificial muscles I'm afraid,' David said. 'But I can show you how to surprise your enemy and soon you'll win yourself a house.'
'And a girl,' Sinashi smirked.
'House first,' David said reasonably. 'No girls until you're fourteen. That's the law.'
David knew something had changed. He wondered what would happen when Sinashi was up and grown. Would Elizabeth still live with him? Would he be alone?
Atri returned, black and blue, nose broken. There was a red smile cut into his right shoulderblade. The blood had run all the way to his waist and soaked his robe to the knee. He collapsed on the drive with a groan. Onyx found him there and began to lick the blood off his back. Sinashi followed the sound of his curious snuffling and tugged the horse back. Between them, David and Sinashi managed to carry him inside. Shaw found him sprawled on the cushions.
'Oh my God! Where did you find him?'
Sinashi pressed down. 'He just walked right up the drive, Mother. He must have been in a fight.'
'Is this how you got that horse?!' Shaw asked suddenly.
'No! I promise. I fought for Onyx. It's just that the boy who bet him was stupid. I got lucky.'
'Don't downplay your talents,' David said mildly, as he flicked the hand-held scanner on and rolled the Igogi man over. 'You have a skill for hand to hand combat.'
'David, don't encourage him!' Shaw said.
'Sinashi understands this culture because he was born to it, Doctor. You need to accept that he'll be fighting until the day he dies.'
'David,' Shaw glared at him. 'I don't want to talk about this. Again. We're never going to agree.'
David read the results back, his hands steady, attention anywhere but on their age old argument.
'Three fractured ribs, a minor haemmorhage in the abdominal wall, a broken wrist. A nasty cut. A concussion. He's a mess. I suggest you get some dinner, Elizabeth, and settle in. This will take some time.'
'Fine. Call me as soon as he wakes up.'
David only nodded. He waited until she and Sinashi were gone. He mended the broken ribs with the laser. Once the muscle wall was fixed together he disconnected Atri from the portable oxygen and waited. It took a while. The Igogi opened his eyes and grimaced.
'A bit excessive, don't you think?' David asked mildly.
'Get me a drink, for fuck sake,' Atri loosened the metal belt that held his skirt up and sighed in relief when it came loose. 'And I don't mean water.'
'Certainly.'
David waited at the synthesiser. Atri investigated the scar on his shoulder with hesitant fingertips. He sat up to drink, his back aching.
'I take it you found a pair of Igogi hands willing to...bruise? Or was it a real fight?'
'My Brother,' Atri said simply. 'He's won everything he owns in the ring. Knows how to use his fists.'
David smiled.
'Try to look sick.'
'No problem there,' Atri lay back down. 'I feel like shit.'
'That's the spirit.'
Shaw brought Sinashi up with her.
'Lad,' Atri reached for his pupil, tugged him down, kissed his temple.
'Who was it?' Sinashi searched his face. 'Tell me a name. I'll kill him.'
'You won't,' Atri said evenly. 'You take one step outside and I'll kill you. Leave it be. It's over now.'
'But-'
Atri grabbed his forearm.
'You do what I tell you, boy. You hear?'
A nod.
'Good. Now,' he held up his glass. 'Can I get another one of these?'
'Go on,' Shaw pushed Sinashi to the synthesiser. 'Atri. I'm so sorry. If we'd known, we'd have come for you-'
'I'm glad you didn't. You'd be dead,' he smiled and reached for her hand. 'You going to call me a pod then? I need a bath and a week of sleep.'
'No,' she shook her head. 'You're joking. You're not going home like this.'
Atri smiled lopsidedly.
'Perhaps you could carry me to the bathroom,' he grinned.
Shaw bit her lip.
'I might manage your arm,' she said mildly. 'But I'm sure David can manage more.'
'You're so easy to tease,' he murmured.
Shaw hid her flush behind her hair.
'Did you win, lad?' Atri said, as he took the glass off Sinashi.
'What?' Shaw glanced between them.
'The horse.'
A nod. David listened, silent.
'How do you know about his horse?' Shaw probed.
'Who do you think tipped him off?' Atri said mildly. 'You really think I'd let him go into the ring without any backup?'
Shaw leaned in, irritated.
'You'd better tell me exactly what happened, Atri. And you,' she pointed at her son. 'You too. Or bad things are going to follow. Trust me.'
'Mother,' Sinashi cut across his teacher. 'It's not like it sounds. The boy who bet his horse...Atri just...gave him a little nudge in the right direction, that's all.'
'I told him Sinashi was arrogant...and slow. Two things he definitely isn't.'
'Why?' Shaw asked.
Sinashi was conspicuously silent.
'Because he needs to win,' Atri said. 'The more he wins, the more honour he has. The more honour he has, the better his life will be. Unless he's lucky enough to get a job, he'll be fighting for everything he has. That's the way it works here.'
'I'm going to get a job,' Sinashi put in suddenly. 'I want to be a pilot.'
Atri gazed at him steadily, a full minute before he spoke.
'You've got to be tall to be a pilot. And strong, too. As big as I am. Those ships don't come easy. There's tests for everything. Heart, mind, body. You've got to be tough, lad.'
'I can pass them. I won a horse. I can do anything I want.'
'Self belief,' Atri smirked. 'If only they could bottle it.'
000
Motes of dust settled gently in the late afternoon sun. Shaw sat cross legged by Atri, who watched the distant leaves rustle through transparent walls. David had taken Sinashi for his lessons and she was alone, watching the Igogi breathe.
'I thought of you,' he murmured suddenly.
Shaw's breath caught.
'What?'
'Of your family.'
'You're not going to tell me who did this. Are you?'
Atri managed a quirky smile.
'No. I'm not. You're going to stay here and stay safe. I don't want you involved.'
Shaw sighed softly through her nose, frustrated.
'That's...ridiculous! We need to sort this out.'
'I started the fight,' Atri said evenly.
'Then you're a bloody idiot,' she nodded.
He snorted but it faded fast into pain.
'Did you put him in danger, Atri? I don't want a lie. You want me to trust you. You need to give me reason to.'
Atri shook his head.
'I wouldn't hurt that boy. He's everything to me.'
Shaw nodded slowly.
'You've poured years of time and effort into him. Why?'
Atri folded his huge hands on his belly and regarded her steadily. It felt like he was looking through her skin.
'I loved Sinashi from the first day. He has gentleness. You rarely find that in Igogi boys. I should know. He gets it from you. Once day he'll carry that compassion out to the universe and do us all proud.'
'So it's altriusm,' she nodded. He sensed her doubt.
'Yes,' he said. 'It's because I admire his innocence. Does that shock you so much? You think every Igogi man is a rapist or a murderer?'
Shaw didn't answer.
'I'm not,' he bit. 'I've tried telling you. Tried showing you. You're never going to get it into your head are you?'
Shaw pushed her hair back.
'I don't know what to believe.'
'Believe I love you,' he said softly.
Shaw swallowed hard, nervous. Atri sighed softly.
'What are you going to do when Sinashi is grown up, Doctor?'
'You sound like David.'
'You going to hang around the Observatory, hiding from the past, refusing any suggestion of a future? You could have a future here with us.'
'I just want my answers,' Shaw said finally. 'Why you made us. Why you tried to kill us.'
'You have a virulent lack of imagination, woman.'
'I'll take that as a compliment.'
'It isn't,' he said honestly. 'You should listen to me sometimes. You might learn something.'
Atri leaned over before she had chance to speak again. Shaw froze. His face was so close.
'I can show you places where your answers don't matter any more than the questions that spawned them. You'll forget humanity even exists. I'll take you through the stargates, and blow your mind with Igogi science.'
He reached up and tucked her hair back gently.
'Only a stage three sentient can pilot a Sphere. I know how. Do you want to know who made the Igogi?'
'Yes,' she breathed suddenly, curious, hungry.
'If you'll trust me, I'll show you.'
'And the cost?' she asked, her dark eyes calculating. 'When you have us out in space?'
'Nothing,' he hissed. 'I just want to see you gasp, Eli. All I've ever wanted is to make you happy.'
He leaned a bit closer, his fingertips warm on her throat.
'I'll take you to meet Ishhi-Addu. You'll need your brains, your wit, your serpents tongue. He isn't easily impressed. Do you think you can talk your way to Gods feet?'
'You're making fun of me,' she accused.
'I'm not,' he promised. 'Come on, Doctor. Leave the comfort zone for once. Bring David. Bring Sinashi, if you want. I'll keep you all safe.'
Shaw glanced at his lips. It was a mistake. He kissed her softly, warm and damp.
'You weren't made to sit at home and vegetate,' he murmured. 'You were made to go further than anyone else.'
Atri smiled. Shaw stood up. She didn't trust her shaking hands, her cycling mind. She heard the thump of hooves at Sinashi's horse leapt a fallen tree. She locked herself in her room.
000
David bent over Atri with a hand-held medi scanner, checking that his ribs had fused properly.
'David,' Atri's peircing blue eyes flicked up to meet his. 'I kissed her.'
'Ah,' David nodded. 'That explains your elevated heart rate, and your blood pressure. Are you nervous...about telling me?'
'Of course I am.'
'Why, may I ask?'
'If she consents-' Atri smiled lopsidedly. 'You know what I want, David.'
'Do you take me for a human?' David asked mildly.
'I know you love her.'
'So do you,' David countered. 'I wasn't given the same...restrictions as humans.'
Atri nodded slowly.
'Are you sure?'
'Perhaps I can suggest something guaranteed to get her attention?'
'And what's that?'
'Operation jealousy,' David smirked.
'I almost feel bad for deceiving her.'
'Almost,' David nodded. 'But not quite.'
'Alls fair in love and war, pal.'
'So I hear,' David agreed mildly.
000
The house was dark. Sinashi had gone to a sleepover. Shaw assumed that meant sleeping in a tent, lighting his farts and telling ghost stories. She was curled on the settee, watching Lawrence of Arabia yet again. David sat straight-backed at her feet. Atri leaned on the sofa. Shaw had eaten the smorgasbord David had laid on. Now she was pleasantly full, and sleepy.
David followed the actors silently, his impression flawless.
'David,' she breathed suddenly. 'What the bloody hell are you doing?'
David had leaned his perfect blonde head on the Igogi's shoulder. Atri rubbed his hip idly. They cuddled up like lovers ages old.
'I'm enjoying a cuddle, Doctor. Would you like something to drink?'
Shaw fish-mouthed. She shook her head, looked resolutely at the screen. Then a movement caught her eye. David was kissing Atri.
'Oh my God.'
'My apologies, Doctor,' David said gently. 'I'm afraid I found a file called Inhibitions. I decided to open it. I found some very interesting...information in there. It aroused my curiosity. So to speak.'
'You're...gay?'
'No. You're very welcome to join us.'
'You're joking,' her gaze slid sideways. 'David. Have you gone mad?'
He said nothing. He turned his attention back to Atri, who planted a warm, slow kiss on his lips. Shaw fidgeted, distantly aroused. Atri's warm white hands slipped under David's shirt, exposing flesh that Shaw knew all too well from her own explorations. Her skin sensitized. Her insides ached pleasantly.
'Are you trying to make me jealous? You want to hurt me, is that it?'
'I'm not trying to hurt you, Doctor.'
'I'm not watching this,' she breathed.
Shaw stood up. David caught her by the wrist before she could escape. He was too strong to fight.
'Let go,' she hissed.
'No,' David shook his head.
'Let go, David!'
'You had no arguments last time, when we were alone. When you begged me to fuck you against the tree,' he brought his face close, teeth white, eyes hungry. 'Don't you want to do it again?'
Shaw tried to push him but he didn't let go.
'No,' she lied.
'Don't lie to me,' he hissed, his eyes bright. 'I can smell the truth. I saw it in your eyes on board the Prometheus. I may be synthetic, Doctor, but I'm not stupid. When I dragged you in from the storm, you looked at me and wondered.'
Shaw bit her lip. She avoided his gaze.
'I was an idiot.'
'You're human. Curiosity is natural. I want you to be curious. I want to make you happy.'
'I thought you couldn't want.'
'I lied.'
He let go. Shaw backed away.
'Elizabeth. Don't walk away because you're scared. Please.'
Shaw hesitated. David offered his hand.
'I'm an idiot,' she cracked. Tears escaped. She swallowed them back. Her face twisted. 'A complete bloody fool. I thought you loved me-'
He grabbed her by the arms. His fingers were iron. His eyes sparked.
'I do!'
Shaw shook her head.
'I don't believe you.'
'You won't let me in,' his teeth were white. 'If you did, you'd see it's not a lie. Your body betrayed you long ago,' his gaze slid to Atri. 'You want him.'
'No, I don't!'
'Don't lie to me,' his voice dropped into a warning.
He released her slowly.
'You think you love me,' he said softly. 'I'm just familiar, Doctor. I'm all that's left from the Prometheus. I gave you strength when you needed it. It's an unnatural attraction. I'll never be enough for you.'
'You're...a bloody idiot!' she shook her head. 'I can't believe you'd say this to me!'
'It's the truth, Doctor. I was only ever a means to an end.'
'What end?'
'Your sanity.'
Shaw shook her head.
'Sinashi is my sanity. David. It's insecurity, that's all. You just learned how to doubt your own worth!'
He frowned, soft and curious.
'Insecurity?' he murmured.
'Yes!'
He searched her eyes.
'I don't think I can feel insecure.'
Atri passed them by on his way to the door. He shut it softly behind him. David licked his lips nervously.
'Maybe we've been working off the wrong song-sheets, all this time. Doctor.'
'Somebody has,' she grabbed him quick and pulled him down.
Her hands went to work on his jacket.
'I thought you were angry with me,' he murmured, as she tugged his shirt off. She didn't answer. She pushed him back, towards the cushions. She left a trail of clothes behind her, tossing one shoe then the other behind her. He smiled when her skin hit his.
'Women are confusing.'
'Shut up, David,' she tugged his pyjama bottoms off. 'Right. Now.'
'Yes ma'am.'
'And keep calling me that,' she murmured. 'It's nice.'
'That's a rather contradictory instruction-' he trailed into a whisper as she guided him into her body.
She arched her back happily, finding a rhythm she liked. He gripped her hips, pleasure signals racing. His skin goosepimpled. She ground against him, one hand on his belly, the other on his collarbones.
'Do you like it, David? When I call the shots?'
'Yes ma'am.'
'Maybe I should use you. You can be my dildo,' her eyebrow arched playfully. 'After you were so cruel to me. I think you deserve that.'
He smiled.
'You might have trouble there,' he said softly, his fingers suddenly strong. 'The tables can turn so easily, Doctor.'
'Are you going to fuck me properly, this time?'
His eyebrow arched.
'Because if you're not up to it, I'll just keep going like this.'
He grabbed her by her hair, tugged her head back just how she liked it. She gasped, throat exposed.
'Good,' his teeth grazed her jugular.
He sat up suddenly. He was too strong to resist. He adjusted his position so she couldn't keep more than the tip of his erection inside her. He smirked.
'David!' she whined.
He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back.
'How novel,' he breathed, hot on her neck. 'Being wanted. I don't recall a single instance before you..when anyone wanted me.'
'I want you!' she gripped his shoulders. 'Please, David!'
'In fact,' he went on calmly, as though he were reading the paper out loud for Mr Weyland, or reporting the findings of some predictable experiment. 'I'm sure you were the only one...who treated me like a man.'
Shaw chewed her lip. He bit her, hard enough to bruise.
'Please-' she keened, her hand in his hair.
He pulled her down sharply, buried himself as deep as he could. He'd mapped every inch of her body. Every mole, every quirk. He knew the angle to hit to make her come. The speed she liked, the time it took. Her heart thumped. Her blood thrummed in her veins. He relished the fact he'd done this to her. He fucked her until she tightened, her body teasing with involuntary little spasms. He waited. He knew her breath, her pupils, so intimately she'd have been shocked to know it. She flushed from her face to her breasts. Suddenly she grew stronger, so strong she could pull him in and hold him. Her dark eyes settled on his, her mouth fell open – and her eyes went black. She closed them and rolled her head back.
He held her there, hands on her back where the little tattoo of the butterfly was. She relaxed against him, panting.
'Better, ma'am?' he teased.
'Oh God-' she wrapped her arms around his neck. 'Don't stop,' she gasped.
She tried to hold onto him but her fingers were weak, her backbone soft. He buried his nose in her neck and for a minute, he teased her supersensitive body with shallow little thrusts that grew erratic, like his breathing. His fingers tightened on her skull. She watched him, fascinated, until he gasped and seized. When it was over and he opened his eyes. She pushed him down and collapsed happily on top of him.
'Can you breathe?' she whispered.
He stroked a lazy hand up and down her spine.
'Yes.'
She murmured his name softly against his chest. Her breathing evened out. He gazed at the ceiling. Wondered where Atri had gone. He mused for some time on the improbability of his own position, and dozed into inhuman dreams.
000
In a garden, surrounded by rustling red leaves, a bent old man sat on a wooden seat that had been manifested from void by one of his students. The boy was only sixteen, and already he was pushing stage three sentience. Ishhi-Addu would have been proud, but he saw such things as pride as mere distractions. One of the women from the shelter came to him, her head bound with a scarf the colour of sunset. Her skin was wrinkled with age but she was still beautiful. She handed him a message.
'Stay,' he smiled at her.
She bowed indulgently and said;
'You know very well I can't. My son is waiting for me at home.'
'Shame,' Ishhi grinned, his thick lips damp where he'd licked them. 'I should like to know you better.'
'Maybe one day,' she smiled. 'But I'll send you my maid, if you fancy her company.'
'How old is she?'
'Six centuries.'
'A babe,' he smirked. 'No. I was after you. Not your maid. Go on then, run for the hills. This is from an old student of mine. He was once the brightest I had. Now that title has been taken by your son. You should be very proud.'
'I am,' she said.
Ishhi smiled harmlessly.
'Reply to my letter, will you? Tell Atri that I will see him on the Eighth of the month. Tell him also that if he brings me one of his unique...pet projects...be it animal, mineral or vegetable-'
'You will have relations with it,' the woman folded her arms, her eye-ridge raised in amusement. Ishhi chuckled.
'You know me too well my dear. Go on.'
She bowed again and was gone, leaving him to bury his gnarled old toes in the gravel. He gazed at the brilliant white sky. A bird fluttered by, colourful wings beating faster than his eyes could witness. He wished again for flight. It was the only thing he'd never done.

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