WARNINGS: Xeno, Slash (M/M), Language
A/N: Wikus/Christopher pre-slash. It had to happen. Also, I am neither South African nor English. I did my best with the slang. To my readers across the pond, I apologize! T__T Lol.
Christopher's POV:
It is decidedly strange, holding a human. They are composed of soft organs, fat storage, and fleshy parts. It is astounding how that simple layer of smooth epidermis keeps everything from spilling out of them. Strange. Wikus van der Merwe is a unique creature, even to his own kind. While he is as simple and arrogant as the rest of his species, he also exudes empathy and bravery; traits held in the highest regard by my people. There is a certain sweetness about him, an innocence that reminds me much of my son... Perhaps it is because of this that I allow him to remain. I pull the little human close and give in to sleep.
Wikus' POV:
It's fucking strange squatting with a prawn. Though I suppose I should get used to it, as I'll be one of the bleeding things in a matter of weeks at this rate. As far as prawns go, Christopher isn't so bad. He's the only person helping me at this point, so I'm making the best of it. At least he's warm. It can get bloody cold at night during this time of the year. The little one is curled into my back, which is hell on my raw skin, but I don't have the heart to move the thing. All of us need the rest. My arm hurts like hell. Chris did a fairly decent job of patching me up though. My one prawn eye is giving me tunnel vision, so I've tied a strip of cloth from my pathetic excuse for a shirt around it, leaving me blind on one side. Not good when you're on the run. But I trust Christopher not to let me get shot. Like I said, he's a good fellow. Just wish he wasn't so bloody clingy.
