Author's note: OK!First fanfic ever!I'm from Brazil therefore English is not my native language so guys please be nice!This is my version of a possible sequel to Predators(Royce and Isabelle pairing,of course) and I hope you like it! I intend to continue as soon as I get some feedback from 's hope I did okay...Reviews will be highly appreciated!

CHAPTER I:

He was staring at the ceiling for a while now. The old dirty bar he found himself in was no different than any other he had been before. The smells were the same, the faces looked all the same and his beer tasted like shit, exactly like all the others he'd had in places like this.

He liked Honduras that time of year though. He'd been there several times before, mostly when in a mission. This time was no exception. He was used to that: going to some foreign land, taking out his target, getting paid and then starting all over again. He was a mercenary and was fully aware of his job. It never really bothered him though, not up until that moment, that mission.

He took one more sip of his beverage in hopes it would cool him down a bit. It didn't work.

- First time I saw you, you were drinking too, remember? How long has it been? Fifteen years? Well, I guess some things never change, do they?

The older man silenced himself for a brief moment and stared at the younger one sitting on the stool. Then he continued, firmly as before:

- Anyway, why did you call me here for? Want your job back?

This time, he got an answer:

- Actually, no.I already have a job.

As if the old man could sense it, he turned to face the bar window and spotted a sniper far in the distance, clearly aiming at him.

It took less than a second. All Royce could see now was the older man laid down in front of him with a bullet hole in his head. There was blood everywhere and for the first time ever Royce regretted being who he was and doing what he did.

He opened his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed. He looked around to see that the bed beside his was made. "She woke up early today" Royce made a mental statement.

As he made his way to what looked like a kitchen, he thought about the weeks that had gone by since they were dropped in the alien planet. After killing the three predators, Royce and Isabelle took shelter in the abandoned drill Noland used to live in. They have been there ever since. He would go out looking for food or weapons the hunters might had left behind and she would stay in, walking through the station and trying to find something they could use.

When he got by the kitchen's door he stopped for a moment. Isabelle was brewing the coffee she had found yesterday in one of Noland's bags. Royce was now just staring at her. For some reason, he liked having her around. It made him have hope.

- It's the third time this week.

Noticing that Royce got confused with her comment, Isabelle continued:

- …that you have nightmares, I mean.

He looked away. Isabelle had already noticed by then that Royce wasn't much of a talker, especially when it came to his personal life and she wasn't about to insist on that either.

Trying to break the awkwardness of the situation, she poured him a cup of coffee and then handed it to him. The simple touch of hands was all that took to make Isabelle lose her ground. She immediately tried to remove her hand from his touch but he didn't let her do so, not yet. Instead, he held her hand in his for a little longer, his eyes in hers the whole time, not looking away, not even for a fraction of a second.

Finally, he set her free. Isabelle stepped back and looked down. She wasn't used to feel like that around a guy, any guy for that matter, especially a guy like Royce. He was a selfish bastard who was willing to kill everybody in order to stay alive. She had to admit though that he did save her life when she was about to fall into that hole, that he did come back for her when she was about to be murdered by Edwin…" Shit!" she cursed mentally to herself. She hated the effect Royce had on her.

After a few more moments, she looked up again only to see Royce still staring at her; he seemed almost amused by her embarrassment. The amusement didn't last long. Royce got serious again and said:

- I found a trail through the woods…yesterday while I was out looking for food…a couple of miles from here.

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"We've been walking for hours. This trail doesn't seem to have an end!"

Isabelle thought to herself while she was following Royce through the unknown path. Royce was far ahead, but walking slower than before.

"He looks tired, but would never admit it."

She continued her line of thought before being interrupted by a furious Royce.

- Fuck!

He cursed aloud and carried on:

- What kind of idiot builds a trail that ends in a lake? We walked forever for that shit? You gotta be kidding me…

Isabelle was way too tired to calm him down. So, instead of trying to do so, she sat by the lake, stayed in silence and gave him a moment. He was really pissed. After a few moments of cursing and throwing stones in the lake, Royce finally calmed himself down a bit. Just when they were about to head back to the station, an alien bird came flying above them and headed towards the waterfall. For their surprise, the bird managed to go through it indicating a crack between the rocks behind the waterfall.

- Perhaps whoever built this trail wasn't so stupid after all.

Royce said with a smirk.

- Let's go after it!

Isabelle exclaimed and then continued:

- This trail leads to something beyond the waterfall. Let's find out what it is!

Before she could even begin to move, Royce turned to her and stated:

- It's dark already. We'll camp here for the night and tomorrow morning we'll go after that bird.

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Royce and Isabelle were sat by the fire they set up in order to keep themselves warm during the night. The nights in that planet could be very cold.

- It was a good idea, you know…Following the trail.

Isabelle broke the silence between them.

- Well, I guess we'll only know that for sure by morning, right?

Royce said and then continued to stare at the waterfall.

He definitely wasn't the "we'll make it, everything will be just fine" kind of guy, but he was doing all he could to keep them safe as long as possible. Then, it hit her: she never really thanked him for saving her life, not even once. He's been saving her ass since they got on that rock and she never stopped for a second to say simply "thank you". She was about to redeem herself though:

- Thank you for coming back. I guess I never said it aloud before. I'd be dead but now if you hadn't.

- Well, if I hadn't I would be dead too, so I guess THAT was a good idea.

Isabelle couldn't help the smile on her face. He was right though. If he had gotten on board of that ship he would've died in the explosion. Isabelle winced at the thought of that.

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It was very late at night by now and Royce was still up. He had to watch the perimeter and check for weird noises coming from the bushes. He had to be alert, always alert. He sat by the fire to rest for a bit when something caught his eye: Isabelle was shaking in her sleep. "She must be cold." Royce made a mental note. He then took his shirt off and put it over her. After a couple of minutes she wasn't shaking anymore. Royce got lost in the moment, just looking at her sleep. She had been there for several weeks now, unable to take a decent shower or wash her hair properly but still she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Royce couldn't remember the last time he felt like that over a girl. Maybe he never did. With Isabelle he was vulnerable, he let his guard down and that was not a good thing, not when you're a ruthless mercenary… "Shit!" he cursed mentally to himself. He hated the effect Isabelle had on him.

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Isabelle opened her eyes slowly. She vaguely remembered being really cold at one point of the night and then, just like magic, the cold went away and she fell asleep like an angel. Only then she noticed Royce's shirt over her shoulders and understood the reason for the cold's disappearance. Royce was still by the ashes of the previous fire and as if he could feel she was already awake he turned to face her. She gave him a little smile.

- You snore. Now, let's go for a swim.

It was all he said.

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The water was cold but they managed to get to the waterfall. They looked at each other before taking a deep breath and disappearing under the falling waters. A few moments later, they emerged already on the other side of the waterfall. It looked like a cave. Royce and Isabelle got on their feet and started walking through a very narrow path in between the rocks. The place was poorly lit so they had to be extra careful.

- Told you this was a good idea!

Isabelle said in an almost whisper.

They walked a little more only to be stopped by a giant wall blocking the way. Royce noticed the sunlight coming into the cave from the top of the rock. They would need to climb it up in order to get outside again.

- Still think this was a good idea?

Royce asked, eyes on the wall they were about to climb.

Hours passed and they found themselves in the middle of the way now. Isabelle was unbelievably tired; she had never climbed in her life and that was a high wall. Royce was a few meters ahead and by the looks of it he had done that before. Suddenly, Isabelle stepped on a loose stone and lost her balance. She was hanging by a hand, knowing that if she fell there was not a chance in hell she would make it. She was losing her grip. She wasn't going to hold up for much longer. Isabelle didn't want to die like that, not without getting out of that fucking planet, not without telling Royce that…A hand grabbed her right arm and pulled her up. Royce was now staring at her with a scared look she had never seen before and didn't even know existed. When he was sure she was okay, he looked away and continued to climb. They were almost at the summit. Once they got there, Royce and Isabelle were almost blinded by the sunlight. When they got used to the clarity again, they couldn't believe in their eyes. Down there, in the middle of the forest, they could spot what looked like a lab of some sorts. The place seemed to be in ruins but maybe they could find something there, someone there. They could still have hope.

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