September 2017: I always wanted to finish this story and now after almost 17(!) years I finally have! The ending is a bit compressed but hits all the points I wanted it to. I have no idea if anyone will even give this a read but hey ho, at least I (kinda) finished something in my life!
Will post new chapters every few days, as they are all pretty much ready to go except the last one which doesn't have much left to do.
The Predator looked at them helplessly. It was held down in a specially made 'bed'. Specially made for it since there had been plenty of time, 11 weeks to be exact, to construct the bed while whatever it was recuperated unconsciously in an unused Alien cage.
"Any luck?" asked a clean-shaven, bald headed man in a white lab coat.
"As a matter of fact yes," replied a woman also in a white lab coat. She went on, "It's started to mimic us."
"In what way?"
"Watch," she said.
The woman, Amy Portman, lifted her left hand in a thumbs up, friendly gesture. The man looked on astonished as the Predator mimicked her exactly.
"Is it friendly?" the man asked.
"We're not sure yet, but it hasn't shown any hostility. It might know that we were the ones who helped it, but then again it might try to kill us," Amy told him.
"Well, we don't know how long we've got. We have to know soon."