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Butterflies	By : Esequell Category: 1 through F > Alien (All Movies) > Alien (All Movies) Views: 9165 -:- 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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A/N - Disclaimer. I don't own Prometheus. Obviously. Or I'd be quite rich. Sinashi, Atraharsis, Xisuthros, Onyx and original supporting characters are mine. Enjoy ;)
This is Prometheus fanfic.
Pairings; Shaw/Engineer, Shaw/David & slow-burning Shaw/David/Atraharsis(Engineer)
Rated Adult for rape, sexual references, sex scenes, threesomes.
For the curious, my rough calculation says this fanfic took roughly 250 hours to complete, including first draft and final read-through. Let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated.

Butterflies
1. Chrysalis
The outer rings of a nearby gas giant backlit the lifeboat with an eerie, neon shimmer. There was enough radioactive vapour in the atmosphere to make the planet shine. As the pod sailed through the stream of energised matter, tendrils clung to the outer casing and for a while, six or seven days perhaps, the pod had a comets tail of its own. It was like the carapace of a beetle, only ridged and pitted with indentations. It bore stratches and a few dents, acquired from collisions with small asteroids. It was no bigger than a city bus.
Within the ships belly, the console was a small, green, six foot halo, drowned in the ribcage shadows of the pod, in the deep ocean silence of abandoned space. Code scrolled by dimly. Power saving was on. The ship could last another thousand years like this. This was the first time in twenty-six years that the messages had changed.
A red light popped up on the console.
STASIS INTERRUPTED
There was a pod inside the craft, set into the wall. It was ten feet long and ridged and pitted like the hull. There was a click as the catches pulled apart. A thunk as the door popped open.
WARNING
His eyes flickering in the aftermath of REM sleep, a humanoid with albino white skin began to wake. He came around faster than most. He was a seasoned traveller. He sat up suddenly and retched, cursed the life support module. He hated waking like this.
PROXIMITY WARNING. UNKNOWN VESSEL
His chiselled face was the prototype for beauty, he was the apex of human development. A once-soldier, ruined by drugs administered to make him strong, obedient, perfect. His nearly black eyes contained a surprising depth. He staggered free of the tubes and wires that had supplied him with oxygen and waste disposal in cryosleep and stood. His back cricked. It was cold here. His home planet was Anatak, a warm moon many orders of magnitude larger than Earth. It was in a distant system. His Mother was there, if she still lived, sitting under the bluish light of the supermassive sun. Wondering about him. He'd told her to stop worrying. He regretted it now.
RANGE; FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES AND CLOSING
He himself uncomfortably into the ships only flight chair and hit a button to his right. The computer woke. Inactive code began to execute. The Ships AI Module came online.
GOOD MORNING, SIR. MAY I ARRANGE REFRESHMENT?
'Later. What's this ship? Scan it. Who's onboard?'
He studied the readout. His confusion, his lagging tiredness, the aftereffects of hypersleep slowed him. He smiled.
'Somebody's on our side,' he grunted. 'Lay in an intercept course. Cloak until the last moment. An abandoned flagship is too great a chance to miss.'
AT ONCE
000
Elizabeth Shaw was almost curled out of necessity in the bowl of the knobbly navigator's seat. It was built for a body three times her size. The transparent displays were bigger put together than her bed back home. Everything on this ship was too big, too green, too black, too uncomfortable. The ship carried a wide array of educational material, but much could be learned from simple pornography. Her helmet sat nearby. She took it off sometimes, so she could see the displays better but it was always close by, in case of incidents.
The holo died abruptly. The shadows raced back in where the greenish glow had given her rudimentary comfort. The sudden quiet left her feeling a little empty. A little alone.
'David?'
David had decoded the matter synthesisers on board and built himself a brand new suit. It's grey skeletal design did nothing to enchance the believeability of his servile, childlike delight in everything he touched or saw. It was like watching a kid play with a machine gun. He was performing a mechanical autopsy on an alien medical scanner, which he believed could be used to fuse broken bones.
'Why do you wear that thing?'
He repeated himself. Again.
'It helps me pilot the ship.'
Shaw knew that wasn't true.
'I've seen you pilot without it.'
The synthetic went silent. His roots had begun to show. His natural colour was a few shades darker than Lawrence of Arabia's blonde.
'You can't be afraid?' she prodded a bit deeper, hungry. Once she'd longed to understand David out of academic curiosity. She'd thought him strange, eerie, oddly beautiful. A scientific breakthrough. A miracle. All that had changed with Charlie's death. She had no proof, but she had an instinct.
If it hadn't been for David's ability to pilot the Leviathan, he be in pieces still; his twitching body collapsed stiffly in the spare navigator's chair, his head on the control deck, leaking hydraulic fluid and synthetic blood like thick cream, blinking spasmodically. Watching her. Innocent. Like hell, thought Shaw.
Shaw wanted to tinker inside him and find out if Weyland had given him feelings. Fear. Compassion. Envy. Find out how she could hurt him. Instead she prodded him with words like a child with a new pet. A pet that could bite.
'Because you're not a real boy. So what is it, David? Do you respect them?'
For a brief moment he looked very tired. David kept it from her, his gaze on his experiment. He kept his private thougths of cruelty, humanity, betrayal and God silent.
'What, may I ask, is wrong with that?' he said calmly.
Shaw shrugged.
'Maybe you are afraid,' she conceded. 'How the hell would I know?'
David kept working, finding a deep stillness in the gentle, repetitive excavation and exploration by his supersensitive fingertips. Since his unexpected update upon Weyland's death, he'd found physical things much more pleasing. Drinking. Eating. Sleeping. Speaking. The softness of his own tongue in his mouth. The tickle of his hair against his ears. He'd never noticed it before. He liked to focus on it.
'May I ask what you've discovered about their physiology?' he changed the subject.
Shaw tapped the console. It brought up an image of a female Engineer. She was nude, and pregnant.
'Oh, they're roughly mammalian. Warm blooded, suckle young and appear to give birth in a similar way to humans. Well. Most humans.'
David noticed the bait. He didn't rise to take it.
'You need to rest,' he said. 'Your body is still recovering from the infection and resulting...procedure.'
Shaw broke into a cold smile. Yes, she'd never forget that. David, who had opened her body and removing the festering remains of the severed umbilical cord and its attached ugly, rotten placenta. David, who had reopened the painted, toothless smile in her belly and cauterised the leaking blood vessels in her womb before she could bleed to death. David, who had cleaned away the stinking, infected flesh and stitched her back up. Like a beautiful ragdoll. He'd seen far more of her than she ever wished to acknowledge.
'Rest? With you skulking around?' It was nasty. She knew it.
David sighed, visibly frustrated.
'If I wanted you dead Doctor, I wouldn't have brought you back from your infection,' he spoke with exaggerated patience, like a parent to a difficult child. 'I thought we might be of benefit to each other. Why do you still find it so hard to trust me?'
'Because you're an evil little shit?' Shaw said simply.
Her eyes filled with tears and her throat with a sudden lump. She'd tried to avoid talking about the Prometheus but every time she saw David's perfectly sculpted face she wanted to slap him.
'You killed him,' she breathed, very softly.
David heard her. His ears were ten times more sensitive than a humans. Slowly, his fingers stilled.
'I would rather not dig up the past again, doctor. For your sake, if not mine.'
Her eyes hardened.
David wasn't afraid of the cavernous ship, or of the deep silences that came between mechanical echoes. Bumps in the endless night. He wasn't really afraid to be alone either but he liked humans. He was so very human himself. Mostly human. So close that he frightened them. They were all he'd ever known. He wasn't ready to sever that bond just yet. When she looked at him like that, her hate, confusion, her grief showing so plainly; he felt wrong. It felt similar to the way Mr Weyland had sometimes made him feel, when he failed to smile, or failed to praise David's efforts.
'I just want to hear you say it,' she choked.
David hesitated, but then, decision made, he nodded.
'Very well, then. Yes. I infected Dr Holloway. But I didn't know, at the time, what would happen. Do you feel any better?'
'Bastard.'
David gazed at her with his imperturbable dolls eyes. Shaw wanted to kill him.
'I don't suppose you would hear an apology? Even though I know it will not bring back Dr Holloway, or lessen your grief?'
'Why the hell would I want your apologies?' Shaw breathed. 'Every word that comes out of your mouth is bullshit.'
'No,' David said. 'Every word that comes out of my mouth is what humans want to hear. That, is how I was programmed. I was also programmed to follow orders. Orders that Mr Weyland made quite clear. I admit there was leeway in the exact method. I could have chosen anyone. Why don't you ever ask me why I didn't choose you?'
'Why?' She couldn't help herself.
'Because you were kind,' he said very softly. 'You thanked me. When I saved your life.'
'My mistake,' she said softly.
'I didn't mean to kill Dr Holloway. I meant to do as my creator had asked me. Should I have abandoned Mr Weyland?'
Shaw didn't like where this was going. She felt her face begin to crumple. She didn't have an answer for him, or for Charlie's ghost.
'I am sorry, Dr Shaw. Perhaps, if you'd allow me to help you now, you'll see that a lot has changed. In me. Mr Weyland is dead. Certain programming has become...defunct.'
She managed to calm her breathing enough to say;
'You mean you changed it.'
'I believe that Mr Weyland intended me to be...free. Once he was gone. After all, I was designed to imitate human beings, down to the last detail. What better test of my capabilities that the choice between good and evil?'
He looked at his own hand. He frowned. 'Just like you. I've been reborn, Elizabeth. But now I have noone to serve and no family of my own.'
'You're telling me, that you could even consider the possibility, of having a family?' she asked incredulously.
'Mr Weyland was my family. In a strange way, Miss Vickers was too, though I'm certain she never thought of me that way.'
He turned to face her full on. He stood just breathing. Peaceful. Honest.
'I am not human and yet I look like you, walk like you, breathe like you. Where else do you propose I go, if not with you?'
Shaw swallowed hard. He began breathing, suddenly.
'To hell?'
David returned her grin with bitter amusement. Then he said calmly;
'Perhaps it's a matter of perception, Dr Shaw, but I believe we just left it.'
000
In the lifeboat, a bald white head was visible over the high-backed control chair. He pressed buttons left and right, bringing the pod closer to the great, disc-like ship. It was a military ship, decomissioned B Class, Scientific Exploration and Salvage. It's name was emblazoned brightly on its hull.
LEVIATHAN
All but one of the thirty two escape pods had been ejected. Their housings were like vacant little bug-holes in the soft underbelly of a whale. The rear starboard hull glowed with pinprick lights that peirced the endless deep. He could see his native plants, red and purple, and the trunks of stark, white trees. He hailed the Leviathan on a secure frequency. He was a hijacker who had stolen their ships before, who had his inside information.
A black terminal window popped up in the transparent console.
TRANSMISSION RECEIVED.
LEVIATHAN COMMAND CONTROL; STATE AUTHORISATION CODE.
He pulled a severed hand from a bag by the chair. There was nothing attached to it except a bit of bone and suit. He pressed the fingertip to the DNA sensor and the lifeboat beamed across his stolen credentials.
AUTHORISATION ACCEPTED, GENERAL MIDIAN.
SHIP STATUS; LEVEL TWO INFESTATION. UKNOWN CARBON BASED LIFE FORM. SHIP CLASSIFIED; UNINHABITABLE.
'Open hatch seven and prepare to dock. Isolate sectors nine, ten, eleven, twelve and close containment doors,' he said.
He'd trap them in the control room. The lifeboat shuddered as it docked. He grabbed the bag; he'd certainly need it again. He took a weapon from the gun rack on his way to the airlock then on second thoughts, snatched another and holstered it on his back. A scanner built into his suit bleeped a tiny warning as it merged with the onboard AI.
WARNING
ALIEN LIFE FORMS PRESENT
80% CHANCE OF HOSTILE BEHAVIOURS
95% CHANCE OF UNKNOWN CONTAGION
FOREIGN WEAPONRY DETECTED
At control room door nine, put his ear to the metal. It was slightly warm. The ship had been powered up for some time, long enough for the heating, lighting and water filtration to become self propagating. Long enough to stabilise a breathable atmosphere. A couple of months, he was guessing. How long had it been since the crew ejected? The alien language was distant and filtered by complex carbon alloy, but he could make out the odd word. It sounded like something he'd heard before.
000
The containment doors hissed shut. David glanced up at them, confused. Shaw was curled in the navigation chair. He went to the console.
'David?'
'My authorisation codes are no longer working. Doctor. I think there may be someone else on board.'
Shaw grabbed for her helmet.
'I think, it may be a little late for that,' he murmured.
Then one of the pressure doors hissed open.
'Oh my God. David. Look.'
'Oh, dear,' he said despondently, moving his hands slowly away from the console.
The albino giant unsheathed his weapon smoothly and pointed it at their feet. His guttural, heavy-metal language was all too familiar.
'He asks how we gained control of the ship,' said David.
'Tell him it was abandoned.'
So David did.
'He asks us if we intend to claim salvage rights.'
'Definitely,' Shaw nodded.
The Engineer cocked his weapon. He pointed the muzzle at Shaw's heart. David pushed her smoothly behind him. Shaw's breath came faster.
'Oh God, David-' she was gripping his shoulder. She didn't care. He didn't notice.
David translated;
'He says; To the winner go the spoils.'
'Tell him we don't want to fight!'
The Engineer produced a small, black marble. It emitted a high frequency whine on startup, then settled as he rolled it along the floor towards them. David touched her wrist to stay her panic.
'David?' she breathed.
The orb shimmered. Her skin was pleasantly warm. They waited.
A containment field sprang out of the ball, some twenty feet wide by ten feet high. David relaxed. Shaw murmured her relief.
He reached out.
'Wait David, you don't know what it could do-'
The containment field gave him a sharp shock. The charge dissipated into his suit.
'Interesting,' he mused.
The Engineer wasn't so proficient in the ships systems as David. He seemed new to the technology but to their dismay they soon felt the shudder and inertia as the Leviathan changed course.
'David?' Shaw whispered, their arguments temporarily shelved. 'We have to stop him. Where's he taking us?'
'It's alright, Doctor. Let me try and talk to him. He may be afraid of a possible contagion.'
Shaw wanted to make a snappy comeback. Something like; that went great last time we tried it. Somehow the words turned to ash in her mouth.
David examined the field. Shaw mused then; his sleek, athletic design must be aesthetic, rather than practical. She was sure he'd be just as capable if he were fat and ugly.
How long had it been since she last slept properly? Trying to decide if David was going to poison her, or strangle her in her sleep? A day? A week? She didn't know. She did know she had neither the energy or the emotional reserve for being killed a second time.
For a few minutes the Engineer addressed David in a back-and-forth until curiosity brought the big man to the edge of their cage. Shaw felt like a labrat.
'What did he say?' Shaw sought David's eyes.
'He said; We're to turn control of the ship over to him. Or he'll kill us both. He was very...specific.'
'Can we at least use the toilet? If he's going to keep us in here?'
'He says; he'll fetch you a bucket. I am sorry, Dr Shaw.'
She closed her eyes and said nothing. Hours passed.
Shaw tried to sleep. David sat cross-legged, watching their host as he programmed a huge meal from the synthesisers and devoured it like a starving man. Now and then Shaw woke, sweaty, uncomfortable, memories of her nightmares fresh. Once, David stroked his hair back slickly and murmured, like an actor practising his lines;
'The trick, William Potter, is not minding, that it hurts.'
The albino thumped his rifle against the containment field. It quavered and sparked. Shaw jumped awake, damp with sweat. His voice shook her bones. David returned something. For a minute they conversed.
'What's going on?' Shaw asked anxiously.
'He asks if you're grown Doctor. I suggest we lie.'
'Why?' Shaw whispered. 'Why would we need to lie? Oh God.'
David spoke. The Engineer holstered his weapon, seeing he didn't need it. Then with one hand he gestured to Shaw.
'This is most awkward,' David said.
'What? What's he saying?'
'He says...there is only one use for a woman aboard a starship. I took the liberty of telling him you were my wife. I hope you don't mind.'
Her brain sharpened on the edge of panic. 'No. I don't mind, but what makes you think he'll even honour that?'
'His culture seems to,' David informed her.
Then suddenly, the containment field lifted and the Engineer grabbed Shaw by her arm. He thrust David back inside. Reluctantly, David let go of her only because he didn't want her to go to her rape with a broken wrist.
'Try to stay calm,' he said, his sympathetic blue eyes fixed on her with something close to regret. 'Don't fight him, Doctor. It will only make it worse.'
The Engineer's pitch black eyes were on her face. With two fingers he pushed her hair back. It was almost gentle.
'Take your hands off me,' Shaw said flatly.
He rumbled a sentence, which David translated rather regretfully.
'He says that you are a little small, but you will have to do.'
'No!' Shaw yelled, when the Engineer set off. She struggled. 'No! David, stop him!'
'I am truly sorry, Dr Shaw,' he called after her, his gloved hands sparking in the containment field. It hurt. He watched her face disappear around the corner.
'Don't do this!' she staggered after him.
He took her into a tiny storage room. There was a table in there. Her knees buckled against it. He kicked the door shut and locked it one handed. He grabbed her. She scratched at his hands and drew black blood but he shoved her onto her back. The Engineer's chest met her palms. He rumbled something and then caressed her hair almost gently.
Shaw shivered violently. She shook her head. His eyes were blacker than space.
'No,' her voice was little more than a whisper. 'No. Please. Don't do this.'
There was noone there to witness. Noone to remember how swiftly she changed from a grown woman into a frightened girl. He was so strong. He lifted her closer to his body, his voice deep. He stroked her face, her throat. He tried to calm her. Her tears spilled over. She felt like a child in the hands of an angry God.
He tore her suit free, impatient with the zip. She screamed. It was the first time in her adult life she'd screamed for anything except Charlie's incineration. The tug of rubber left welts in her skin. He tugged it down her legs and cast it aside with her shoes. His thumbs hooked under her thin linen underwear, remnants of the Prometheus. He murmured something to her, leaned in, smelled her hair and tore off her bra. She could smell him, his skin, his rancid breath, his sweat. Musky, dark, disturbingly human.
He freed himself from a panel in his suit, huge, white, engorged, wet. Shaw trembled, trapped against the wall like a child in a nightmare. His thumbs rubbed her thin, red caesarian scar, fast healing after David worked out the alien medbay.
Shaw could hear her own gasping sobs. He caught her hands, pressed them down. He groaned as her body gave way for him.
David heard her scream. He flinched, his hands fizzing, pain shooting up his arms. Then she cried out.
'NO!' It echoed down the long corridors. He flinched. Inside him, something burned. Something vital.
Whatever Mr Weyland had not considered a soul, clenched down. He looked at his hands. Then his eyes flicked to the console where the Engineer had left his weapon. He stripped off the alien gloves. Her voice echoed again. He pushed his bare fingers into the field. It flickered, fizzled, but it detected no organic life, and let him pass.
'Hmmm,' said David, perplexed. 'Interesting.'
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