A/n: ~Hey readers! It's my first jump into the AvP universe and it feels good. Hope this little fanfiction does justice. Let's see if I can break out two more AvP ficlets by the end of this week..!
Mark
July 7, 2011
by: Her Head in the Clouds
Alexa would not cry. She'd be damned if she let the small ounce of ferocity in her spirit and the strength she prided herself on as an independent woman get drowned by her emotional state. But damn it all, when she smelled the scent of Italian sausage in the air or saw two little boys run together with their father in the park, her heart jumped into her throat.
It had been months, years even, since leaving Antarctica forever. After what had happened she would never go back. Not when too many people she had considered her family for those few weeks had their lives literally ripped out of them. At least she could carry on their legacy as the only sole survivor. She had the hunter to be thankful for everyday, and although he had died as well, at least the scar he left her would never be forgotten too.
Lex eventually stopped trying to cover it with makeup. She didn't even flinch anymore when people would gawk or awkwardly try to get the explanation out of her. Nobody is ever truly stupid. They knew it wasn't a simple cut or blemish. She didn't care.
It was forever meant to remind her that she had survived, that she still breathed while Sebastian or Whalden hadn't. That she was more than a capable human. She was a warrior acknowledged by something greater than any of the people around her, or as far as 47,000 kilometers away. This world would never fathom that. So instead when people asked, she mildly replied, "My business is my own, thank you." And that kept them in their place.
Still, at often, she would gaze up into the night sky and wonder about secrets that only she, the only person in this world, would ever know.
Lex would lie in bed with the blinds pulled high up to let moonlight pool in on her face, and she would bite the inside of her cheek and think about how safe she felt being watched from above, than being watched from whatever else crawled from below. A gut feeling told her that the creatures from the deep were gone for good, but another feeling, much stronger, told her that her hunter companion (yes, she allowed herself to call him/it that), one so young but so brave, would never be returning. Perhaps, maybe the rest of his kind would never return as well, not if they had been around early enough to see the duo end the hunt on the Alien mother. But when that feeling of pride came and past, Lex would go right back to feeling what she had tried to prevent herself from doing in the beginning.
Her heart would go straight from soaring high to ending up right in the middle of her throat again, and she would choke. Not for remembering how easy it was for her to give up her job as an experienced extreme-conditions guide. That was living life, on the toes of adventure for her but after seeing what she had in the icy depths of the lonely continent, no other expedition on Earth would ever feel the same or give her just as much as she'd had beyond its icy secrets. And that was the honest truth.
Does she regret ever choosing to sign onto the mission? Fucking yes... but at the same time, no. Lex has something no other person on this planet would ever have after seeing and having an event like that, and she would never give it up.
She has a mark, and it is staying with her until he day she dies.
~Hope it was worth the read. What Lex does with her life after this will always make me wonder, but the ideas are endless!
Much love, Abby~