AN: *puts on a fancy white suit and coat and a pair of round glasses. Also has a maniacal stare* My friends, it has often been said that I like [Prototype]. My friends - I like [Prototype]. No... friends - I LOVE [Prototype]! I love punches, I love kicks, consuming, becoming, claws, whipfists, muscle masses, blades, air strikes and fly-kicking gunships. *rambles on how he loves all the things about Prototype for 7 minutes.*

Okay, now that that's over with you know why I wanted to post this little thing here. Also - cookies to people who understood the reference above.*wink*
While I loved most of the Prototype crossovers and fanfics I found most of them have a rather cold and heroic Alex Mercer. Sure - he's says he's the virus and all but still wants to be human and saves the day from Blackwatch and stuff. So here's a little bit of my own "something different" stuff.

I hope you enjoy this little thing here. I got chapter 1 finished already, but I'll be posting it a bit later - when I do a bit of chapter 2.

Hope you enjoy this.

Oh and DISCLAMER: I don't own Prototype. If I did Dana Mercer would be out of coma and infected with Blacklight, as well as Alex.

Prototype: The Father.

Prologue: "Aftermath"

- Look at your handiwork now.
-Oh yeah, they're headless – an infected army without a leader… it's only a matter of time before they're wiped out.
-And if the are other leaders out there?
-No… they're all dead… all dead… except me.

He grinned

[Alex Mercer POV]

The Manhattan Incident. The horrible event had been written into the world's history with blood, suffering and thousands if not millions of casualties. But the virus was stopped, the infected almost all now killed, the truth covered up… well, partially. The official story goes like this – a genius doctor and genetics professor became the world's most infamous terrorist. The man unleashed the horrible, unknown virus that claimed the city while the he himself escaped into hiding and is yet to found. The man was also responsible for the nuclear explosion offshore, which failed only due to the sacrifices and sense of duty of the Military.
No names were involved besides Mercer – no Blackwatch, no GenTek, no Redlight, no Elizabeth Greene.

Five months have passed since I put an end to all that, and the city is being still restored. The virus was stopped and only a few infected are still around in the sewers or abandoned buildings and are usually found during repairs, which are no short of being major repairs. What about me? I've killed everyone I had to. Karen Parker, Peter Randall, Robert Cross and the infected – all of them. I left the infected army without a leader by killing all of those who had any kind of ability for individual thought. Since then I stayed low, not causing any trouble, living under a different name, a different face.
I am not Alexander Mercer – I am the Blacklight virus. But at the same time I can't deny that his body and his memories are the original me, in a way. It would be hard to explain to anyone.

Dana? She… didn't wake up yet. Doctor Bradley Ragland is still taking care of her to his best abilities, and since the end of the incident he stopped having any kind of pressure from the deceased McMullen or any of his superiors. He was even hired by a 2nd leading Genetics Company in the world… I forgot its name, but it's really simple.
When she wakes up… I don't know… I have no idea what we are going to talk about. Her life and our relationship will never be the same again. She knows who – no – what I am now. I won't run away when she does wake up and we will talk. I'll see what comes out of that…

Today started out like it always does. I woke up from sleep early in the evening. Actually I don't need sleep like humans do, but habits die hard and I take some satisfaction in sleeping, in having peace for some time, while my body and mind are shut off in deep sleep-like trance. I see no dreams while asleep and perhaps that's even better than if I did. Those wouldn't be the best dreams I'd see. After waking up I drink a cup of coffee, which is as needed as sleep is – and that means it's not needed at all… I just take some kind of pleasure in doing these things. Perhaps… they make me feel human again, or rather human at all – since I was never a human to begin with, even though I drank billions of coffee cups and had billions of dreams. I fell in love thousands of times and made love as many times, if not more. All the lives I took – everyone I consumed – they all live within me as memories and experiences of those countless people. Simple men and women, soldiers, businessmen, pilots, janitors, teachers and who knows who else.

After having my usual coffee I begin to roam the streets, observing the humans live on. The voices and screams inside me never cease except for when I sleeps, so all the time I am awake I can hear them. They torture my mind and soul… if I even have one, but as time passes I find them to be less and less loud. I guess that means I'm getting used to them – that's all.

There's nothing much else for me to say. I no longer do anything but exist. All that's left for me is to do that and consume occasional people to sustain myself. That was… until earlier today.

I was walking through the city streets like I always did, my hands resting inside the pockets of my jacket, since today I decided to go around in my "original" form. And while doing so I heard something. A screeching sound mixed with a roar – a thing only an infected could emit. I decided to check it out and find the source. After I made a turn at the nearest corner I found it – a wounded infected which looked very weird. It resembled a human more than other infected did, yet it was less twisted and seemed to have a spark of intelligence in it's eyes. The second it saw me it got off the ground and ran for it, with speed that rivaled a hunter. I followed, easily jumping over and running over small obstacles until I saw it break a sewer entrance and dive down – so did I.
As I landed I switched to the infected vision, as I called it, and scanned the surroundings for it. I saw it running away and kept pursuing it down, lower and lower, until we finally reached some old subway station, which was currently abandoned and unused.

There wasn't much afterwards – we fought and the creature had enough strength left to land a few hits on me, as well as call a few hunters to its aid, which were nearby. I was almost scared for a moment, but not because of its power – but because of the fact that it could control the other infected. A trait only the Hunter Leaders and Greene showed. If another one like Elizabeth Greene would show up – that would only mean a few viral outbreak, more Blackwatch and more casualties. It was not something I wanted.
So I killed it, and not only that – I had consumed it. I wanted to know, I needed to know how it became or was "born" this way.

So… down there at the abandoned subway station it became a part of me. It was then that I had relived the moment of my connection to the Hivemind – a thing that was mostly gone without the Mother there to guide them. Truth be told I was never really connected to that thing, and what I did was tap into it, tune in into the voices – just like I did with the Military radio frequencies. But after nearly killing and consuming that thing I finally truly connected with the infected collective intelligence. That Hivemind.

I heard hundreds of voices, all screaming and whispering. The visions I experienced then and there were crystal-clear, unlike most others I had. The voices got so loud and unbearable that I screamed loudly, telling them to "shut the fuck up"… and they did. After a moment thought they voiced themselves again. This time they spoke out in unison – all that current of voices spoke out one single word, putting all the emotions they perhaps had all this time into the single, pleading scream. It was…

"Faaaatheeer!"

AN: Not quite what you thought it would be, yes? Or was it kinda predictable? You can review, but it's not mandatory, and I understand if it... you know... shuckz.