The title of this fic and the quote on top is from Shawn Lee's "Kiss the sky". Thought it fit perfectly, check it began as a oneshot but due to the overwhelming requests for more, it has continued! :)
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I hold my head up just enough to see the sky
And when we go we won't go slow we'll put up such a fight
It only took a few more days before Wikus transformed completely into the alien species known as the Prawn. The searching for him stopped, and he blended right in, and when MNU moved them all to District 10 the idiots didn't bother asking names.
A year passed and he had forgotten his wife. He had forgotten what it was like to be human. Wikus called the Prawn his family; they looked out for each other. He looked at humans and saw something repulsive. He saw the same violence every day on the news on a rigged television set. Finally officials decided he must be dead and his former wife was also allowed to move on. He soon found out, it only took a few months for her to do that.
Three years passed and Wikus was fully integrated into the Prawn society. He knew the language and spoke it, albeit with a strange accent. He spent a good part of his first year as a Prawn in silence, listening because the Prawn physically could not speak any human languages. His new family was patient with him, because they knew he could understand them, but he could not reply.
It was sometime around the end of the second year that he began sleeping outside. He was keeping (a diligent) watch for the mothership. And finally, without warning, MNU invaded District 10 one night in anticipation as the massive floating disk spun over South Africa. They had detected it on radar; this was a night they had been preparing for. As it happened once before, the disk slid to a stop over Johannesburg and hovered harmlessly, but this time it was right over District 10.
Every Prawn in the entire camp walked out of their tents and looked up at the sky; their previously empty eyes reflected the image of the massive ship -- and with it, hope. A great beam of light shot out of the center of the ship and the tiny control unit slowly floated within the light to the ground. A crowd of Prawn with MNU lining up behind them, armed to the teeth, slowly assembled. Wikus made his way to the front just as clicks and whirrs were heard and the door to the small ship slid open.
Unmistakably, it was Christopher who stepped out of the control unit. He slowly looked over the crowd and then his large eyes fell on one Prawn. He'd known him by his eyes: Wikus.
"Wikus…remember, I promised you," he said, his eyes smiling as he slowly walked up to the younger Prawn.
"Foockin' hell, I always knew…"
"As soon as I transport all my people up to the mothership we can discuss changing you back to-"
"No." Wikus raised a three fingered hand and shook his head.
"What? But-"
"Living amongst you Prawns, I've learned that humanity is just a term. It doesn't necessarily apply to humans." Wikus' eyes met Christopher's, peering deep into them. "I don't want to change back. Your people are my people now, Christopher."