Visitor

Christine was a MNU architect and studied the slums, not really liking them. They were supposed to have given aid to the Prawns. She hated that word though it was used to describe the alien neighbors that now shared their world. All this just because they wanted their technology, she shook her head as she walked the street. Watching the unit she looked around then slowly slipped off. She didn't take her gear or camera just her satchel. Slipping into a door she hid from the ground cops, cracking the door and peeking out, hearing clicking. She blinked and turned not seeing anything to look down and kneeled.

"Hello?" She asked tentatively and was a little nervous.

Blinking as a child came out. She smiled to him sitting on the floor not bothered by the dirt.

"Hello, my name is Christine. What's yours?" She asked of the little one to see if he would speak.

The little Prawn watched her cautiously. "CJ" It clicked. She smiled. Nodding to hold out her hand taking a hold with her finger one of his claw like appendages and rose up then down before he panicked, giving him a softer smile.

"Nice to meet you CJ, you're not alone are you?" She asked softly with a little bit of concern.

CJ shook his head flexing his hand from her touching him. Humans when they came here never dared touch them. No they were disgusted with them. She didn't act that way. He shook his head and hesitated but touched her and she didn't fly off the handle. She let him touch her. She even giggled when he hopped up on her shoulder and held onto her clothing. The figure in the darkness came out clicking silently she looked as did CJ. Christopher watched the human with his son.

She was fair of skinned and had long auburn hair with red streaks when the sunlight caressed against it. She had really, really green eyes and looked young despite her uniform they were supposed to where when going into District9. Her hair was tied up and back with her bangs streaked. Ears pierced with twin earring cuffs in the left and a single in the right. She didn't have on any gear that the others often wore and she was slender.

She really didn't behave like other people tilting his head. She reached up tracing CJ he shivered and held a little tighter. "Hi, I'm Christine." She said softly. Christopher nodded to her saying a series of clicks translating to his name, "Christopher." She smiled. Showing them her satchel and all the sketch book materials and drawings, she even showed CJ how to draw a few things. Spending time with the small alien family of two, she liked it. She let CJ keep some of her things and took out several canisters of cat food giving it to them. Christopher took them gratefully and without asking why.

"Can I come visit you two again the next time we come through here?" Christopher considered it but nodded to her. Watching her look out before she opened the door, "Thank you," she heard clicked out. Looking back to him and smiled. She nodded and took off looking around as she rejoined the unit getting yelled at for doing so she held up sketches and they left her alone. CJ watched her leave touching the window.

He would miss the female human that had spent time with them because she wanted to. She was kind and very smart. Christopher also watched and found that there was at least one kind honest being of the human race. Putting up the cans of cat food in the secret cache, the food would last for awhile. Remembering her with his son, and how she had treated him.

It was almost a month before she came back but she looked haggard. Dirty and disheveled. Hiding like before making a gesture for them to be quiet he could hear others. He pulled her from the door and to the secret latch on his floor making her go down with his son he closed the sets of trap doors. The search for her going on for hours and a few Prawns showed they really didn't like the company.

It was nightfall when he opened it but she didn't come back up. His son moved into the lighting looking up at his father. "She's hurt I think." Christopher climbed down and she was asleep and his son was right, she was injured. Her ankle was swollen but more troubling was her side. It had a gash as if someone or something had tried to shoot her. With care he traced the wound telling his son to get certain things and watched her sleep fevered. Christine was a little easy for him to tend to and he sheltered the young human.

Letting a claw appendage trace her cheek and brush aside her bangs as CJ slept in the bend of her body close to her chest worried for his friend. Christopher was worried himself. What had she done to be hunted so? When she woke he would ask but his companion that helped search for things revealed to him the news of exposure as to why the humans were really keeping them. That she and a few others had revealed it to the world. She was outlawed. No matter Christopher watched her and traced. She could stay with them, but watching her Christopher couldn't help but wonder would she even live to stay with them?