Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Prometheus or Alien Characters.

FYI I am a little ignorant of how things were in the United Kingdom during these times, so if I'm ever historically inaccurate, PLEASE feel free to tell me and I'll make the changes immediately.

First Impressions

April 5th, 1911

It was late morning on a Wednesday in Northern Yorkshire. A man and his wife waited expectantly in the main parlor of the manor. The man was named Charles Holloway. A tobacco tycoon who owned two factories, one in London and another in Manchester. Viribus was the name of the brand. He'd inherited the business after his father's passing, at the time with only the factory in Manchester. He'd spread his father's legacy to London just two years after his passing, increasing his wealth.

Beside him is his wife Elizabeth Holloway. The oldest daughter of a high class family from East Riding. The marriage was an arranged affair between the two families. Both of their parents approving the match while upon first meeting, believing that it would bring good futures for them both.

Elizabeth had a fascination with archeology and medicine. Each were a subject she studied while attending university in London. But once the engagement became official, her family insisted that would be within her best interest to leave her education behind. Not needing one due to the wealth of her future husband. Though reluctant, she ultimately agreed.

Charles and Elizabeth weren't exactly a match made in heaven, but they were fond of each other. Elizabeth appeared to have her nose permanently stuck in a book, but she was beautiful and well bred. Charles was very handsome and charming, but enjoyed a good drink here and again. They however both seemed to be satisfied with their arrangement. Until recently.

Their beloved butler Andrew, who had served the Holloways since Charles was a boy, had passed away three weeks prior. Stroke. This left the members of the household, including all of the staff, in a state of sadness. Everyone knew Andrew. A kind and caring man who never faltered in his duties. Not once. He would be dearly missed. But life goes on.

Which is what brings us here to this day. The Holloways had put in a request for a new head butler in the periodical, and just recently had they received a response. He was set to arrive today for an interview.

Charles kept pacing between the window and the couch while Elizabeth sat on the love seat, a book on medicine sitting open in her lap.

She looked at husband with humor, "Charlie, you'll wear a hole in the floor. Why don't you have a seat?"

Charles sighed in response as he made one more go to the window, "What could be taking so long?"

"The letter said he would be coming from Harrogate, didn't he?" She asked.

He picked up said letter from the side table and glanced at it briefly. He put it down and took a seat on the couch. "So it does."

His wife giggled. "You worry to much, my love."

Before he could reply, the sound of a doorbell had him jump to his feet. He straightened his suit vest and cleared his throat, "Betty!"

A young maid came into the parlor and curtsied. "Yes, Sir?"

Charles waved his hand. "Answer the door."

She curtsied again. "Right away, Sir." She fluttered away and did as he requested.

Elizabeth stood up and took her place beside her husband as Betty greeted their visitor. She titled her head to the side as she listened. "He sounds rather young."

"Right this way, Mr. Anderson." Betty said as she led the guests to them. Charles and Elizabeth stood expectantly as the stranger followed their maid into the room.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock as the man walked into the room. He stood at six-feet tall with a straighter posture than her own. Hair bright blonde with ocean blue eyes. Eyes that looked straight into her soul.

"Mr. and Mrs. Charles Holloway, this is Mr. Anderson." Betty said.

Charles nodded. "That'll do Betty."

The man stepped forward and bowed respectively. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Holloway." He straightened. "My name is David."

"I have come to answer the add in the paper in regards to the position of head butler." David Anderson said to the man and woman standing before him. He was no stranger to the tobacco industry. His previous master had a particular fancy for cigars and smoked them frequently while he read his paper and drank his scotch. Viribus being one of his favorite brands in fact.

But it wasn't Mr. Holloway that had him nearly fall. It was lovely woman who stood beside him. She as a tiny little thing. Couldn't be any taller than five-foot-four without heels. Her hair was dark that shined with red as when the light hit. A little button nose beneath eyes so dark brown they're almost black. Small pouty lips sculpted from perfection. A vision indeed.

"Welcome, David." Mr. Holloway greeted, gaining David's immediate attention. "We appreciate your response. Shall we take this to my office to conduct the interview."

David nodded with a smile. "I would be delighted, Sir."

Mr. Holloway walked passed him, "This way."

He spared one last at the beautiful woman and bowed. She smiled with a slight nod and he turned on his heel to follow. His mind going into an internal battle with himself.

What was the matter with him? She's married, David. He chided himself. To your possible future Master. And you need the employment. His late master had been kind enough to leave his staff a small sum after his passing since he had no living children, but he still needed to work in order to make ends meet. He refused to let his judgment become clouded, regardless of how lovely she was.

Stop it!

"In here." Mr. Holloway said, leading into a new room. A rather large office filled with exquisite furnishings and photography. "Care for a drink? Brandy perhaps?" He asked.

David politely shook his. "No, thank you."

Mr. Holloway poured himself a glass. "So tell me, David, who was your previous employer?"

"I was an apprentice butler for James Faulkner in Bristol." He told him.

Mr. Holloway sat himself behind the desk. "Why did you leave his employment?"

He looked down, "Master Faulkner died of natural causes two months ago. He was seventy-two."

"Ah yes." Mr. Holloway sighed "The passage of time is a cruel mistress."

David smiled. "That she is, Sir."

"I hope you don't mind my saying, David, but I can't but noticing that your last name sounds a little…" he waved his hands in a circular motion.

"American?" David offered. Mr. Holloway nodded with interest and he sighed. "That's because it is. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I am the illegitimate child to a lord who met a young woman while on business in New York. He brought her back with him to Barton to give have the child here, and she died on birthing table. I was raised among the servants of the household. Once I was old enough, I sought employment on my own, eventually finding it with Mr. Faulkner."

"And just who is your father, David?" David grit his teeth. "If I am to hire you, then I need to know all about you. I don't want any surprises that could negatively affect me, my home, or my business. You understand."

David thought as much. Mr. Faulkner as the same as well. It was only practical. "My father is Peter Weyland. Of Weyland industries."

Mr. Holloway appeared shocked. "There's never been any mention of this."

"Of course not." David said. "He is married with three children. They kept it as quiet as possible and after my mother passed, there was no need to raise me amongst the other children. His reputation was slightly damaged, but he's so well respected in his industry, it was easy to be overlooked and brushed aside."

"And you bare no ill will against him?" He asked. "Mr. Weyland was good friends with my father and thus remains in good spirits with my company and vice versa. And if there is anything that would take you off of your course of professionalism due to petty childhood experiences, then we are done here."

"Mr. Holloway, I have little to no desire to ruin any possible future I could have by bringing claims of my parentage to light." He kept his face stoic. "I am a man of of my own stature. Not to be defined as Weyland illegitimate child."

"I suppose that can be overlooked." Mr. Holloway regarded him with interest. "I must say I am impressed. But there is one more thing."

David waited.

Mr. Holloway's smile was filled with steadiness. "Do you feel that you can maintain a good and professional role as our head butler, David?"

"I believe I do."

"How so?"

David considered his answer carefully. "I have spent the las seven years of my life dedicating myself to show the best hospitality that the house I represent can provide. If my employer is dishonored in anyway concerning a guests comfort, I must be responsible. I am the first face guests see when stepping through the threshold of the house. If I am unable to give a decent first impression in honor of the house, then I have already failed as a dedicated servant. Not once did I ever give any false indication that there was a lacking in hospitality for Mr. Faulkner." He looked Mr. Holloway square in the eye. "And to bring a good impression for the household whose father created the Viribus tobacco company would be an honor. Mr. Faulkner indulged himself on your tobacco. And I feel that I could be honoring his memory by bringing my best service to the man that created something brining him so much joy."

Mr. Holloway chuckled and sat up. "A customer hmm? He liked my Viribus?"

"Very much so, Sir." David responded.

There was no response for what seemed to be the longest minute in his life. Until finally, Mr. Holloway said, "Well, David, my boy. I do so hope you find joy working for me as much as you did Master Faulkner." He stood up. "You have the job."

Years of practice kept David from letting his excitement escape him. Instead, he offered a calming smile. "Thank you, Mr. Holloway. I greatly appreciate the opportunity. I won't let you down."

"I certainly hope not." His new employer said. "Now, David, you can start next week. Is Monday alright with you?"

"I'll have my things here by Sunday evening." He replied.

"Excellent. I'll inform the staff later today." Mr. Holloway opened the door and led him out. David followed him back to the main parlor, where Mrs. Holloway sat reading a book.

She looked up, her brown eyes once again meeting David's blue ones. "Oh!" She stood up, book in hand. "How did it go?"

Mr. Holloway gestured to David. "Elizabeth, David will be joining our staff next week. He will move in on Sunday and start work first thing Monday morning."

Elizabeth. David though. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful young woman. Stop it, man! He coughed lightly smiled at her. "I look forward to giving the best impression for this house's hospitality."

She laughed gently. Such a nice sound. "Well we look forward to having you, David. Welcome."

David bowed to her. "Thank you, Mrs. Holloway. And you, Mr. Holloway." He turned to her husband. "I am grateful for the opportunity. Till Monday,"

"Till Monday." Mrs. Holloway repeated.

He bowed one final time before heading towards the door. Followed by a "Betty! Retrieve Mr. Anderson's coat and hat."

The maid that let him in earlier appeared next to his side with his coat and hat in hand. She curtsied respectfully and opened the door for him. He put on his hat and walked out.

David had a feeling that his life was going to change forever.