Quick little note to my AMAZING beta, Dannylionthe1st, thank you!

So this is my new story, Alien Roses. It's about a young woman named Rebecca, who happens to be the sister of Parker Selfridge, and she gets left on this planet. In this story, Tsu-tey managed to survive. He's still hurt extremely badly, but will live. Thanks for reading hope you enjoy!

Every story that I write, I listen to one song over and over again while writing it. So if you would like to listen to the song that I was listening to writing the chapter, I'm going to write it down before every chapter.

Wild Horses-Susan Boyle

No copyright intended, all characters from the movie avatar belong to James Cameron.

Jake Sully didn't think anyone could imagine the relief he felt as he watched the remaining humans board into their ships. Finally they would be free of this terrible plague that festered on their land, and they would be able to live peacefully. His grip on his gun tightened as Parker Selfridge walked by him. The man had a panicked look on his pasty face as he slowly waited to board the ship. God he hated that man. The mere thought that anyone would be so spineless made his blood boil. Jake had been raised to be a real man, and real men stood up for what they believed in. He'd seen the look in Parker's eyes when he had made his last ditch attempt to move the Na'vi away from Hometree. Jake had seen a flicker of fear before Parker had allowed him to go. And then he'd woken up with the Colonel punching him, Parker standing behind him like some kind of lapdog.

It was Dr. Max Patel who had saved Parker in the end. He told Jake that it would be better to let him leave then allow him to become a martyr. There was a brief scuffle as Parker tried one last desperate attempt to turn back the way he came, but he was forcibly put into the plane. Jake let out the breath he was holding and happily turned towards Norm. They'd been through a lot together, and he wanted nothing more than to give the man the Na'vi body that he deserved. But Norm had decided to remain human. There were few humans on the planet at this point, and Norm didn't want to risk going through the eye of Eywa. His avatar body was dead, and it was time to let that go. But he was happy, he had told Jake a few nights ago.

Norm reached up a hand to high five Jake, saying, "Finally! It took long enough to get rid of them!"

Laughing, Jake nodded. He stood unmoving, buffeted by the winds that the ship created. This meant they could create a whole new world on this planet. Though he wasn't sure what his position in the tribe would be. News had returned that Tsu'tey had been found. Injured beyond imagination, but he'd somehow managed to slow his fall by hitting the leaves of the trees. Leave it to that warrior to somehow manage to live through five gunshot wounds.

As he shaded his eyes from the sun, Jake wondered what his world would be like now. Would the RDA return for revenge? Would he constantly have to worry about that? But when he lowered his eyes and found Neytiri smiling at him, the worries disappeared. They would figure out something together, and whatever that would be, it would be for the best of the tribe.

She walked up to him and touched his arm gently. "You will rule in place of Tsu'tey for as long as needed, and then you will still be Toruk Makto."

Jake stared at her, silently asking how she could read him so easily. Neytiri just smiled softly at him before joining a group of Na'vi who were celebrating. He let out a breath, rested his hands on his hips, and tilted his head back to enjoy the sun on his face. His worries were unneeded, anything that happened would work. He would make sure it did. Eywa was with them.

Max Patel felt as though he might as well have been beating his head against a brick wall. Before the laboratory was shut down, he wanted to make sure that they had gone through every computer file. He was sure that the RDA would be back. How could they not come back? The planet had unobtanium, the precious metal that Earth desperately needed. There was no question in his mind that the RDA would let that go to waste. They weren't going to be removed as easily as they had been. He had been rubbing his forehead due to a headache when he found the file.

Not just any file, a file that only Parker Selfridge's password could get into. Of course they had gotten his password before he left, and Max had been eager to open the file. This could be the one file that would tell them why the RDA needed unobtanium so much, whether or not there were other places to find it, and perhaps it would be updated regularly. If they could somehow get into the personal files of the RDA, even if it was just for a small amount of time, perhaps they could predict when they would be returning.

But the file didn't contain any hidden RDA information that they didn't already have. As he put the password in, he couldn't believe that it was Parker Selfridge's own file that opened. As he watched the computer screen, another file opened next to Parker's. The picture of a young woman, stark red hair, wide green eyes, and a nose just like Parker's. Scanning the file, he realized that she was Parker's half sister, different fathers, and that she had been scheduled to arrive on Pandora the day the battle had been fought.

Sucking in a breath, he realized that he did remember a ship arriving. It was one of the ships that they had sent people home on, but he had a hard time believing anyone had gotten off that ship that wasn't a marine. Slapping a hand against his forehead, he wheeled his chair backward. A woman had gotten off that ship, a woman! Wheeling up to the screen again, he found the security tapes and pinpointed that day. The camera he was watching the tape from was the one that pointed directly at Parker's own room. And sure enough, when the Na'vi had started their attack on the compound, Parker had shoved a young woman with red hair into his own room.

A feeling of dread hit Max's core. Fast forwarding, he realized that the woman had never come out of that room, and they had never thought to check it. Max dragged the file onto the handheld flat screen that he always kept on his person. It was a burdensome square, as it didn't like to fold and fit in his pocket, but it was useful for moments like this. He found himself running through the halls of the facility, heart thundering in his chest.

Jake had to know about this. He had to know before left for the forest and Max wouldn't see him for another three months! This was a matter that involved both Na'vi and humans, therefore Max couldn't address this problem by himself. Max didn't want to admit that he was a little too nervous to address the problem himself. A woman? He'd never been good with women! His feet moved swiftly under him, carried him out of the building, barely allowing him time to whip an exopack over his face.

"Jake!" He yelled frantically, his voice echoing over the now deserted courtyard.

The monolithic blue man turned towards him with a large grin. Max hated to be the one that wiped that expression off of Jake's face. The day of a victory should be spent celebrating, not having to deal with women who didn't know when to get on the ship and off the ship. His grip tightened on the screen's edge. He fidgeted before he blurted out. "We have a problem."

Jake crouched so that he was at the man's height, and Max saw the edges of his eyes crinkle. "What do you mean Max? The jet's gone, Parker and his entourage have left, and we're finally free from the RDA. Did we miss someone?" He jokingly added.

Max slowly nodded, hating to see the expression on Jake's face. "Uh yeah." He scratched the back of his neck slowly. "A big someone."

"Tell me again Max, we did what?"

Jake still couldn't believe what Max was saying. Even Max didn't exactly believe what he was saying. "According to this file, Parker Selfridge had a sister that he brought with him. She's apparently residing in a room that is adjacent to Parker's, and has been listed as a 'restricted employee' of the RDA." The group was standing next to the compound, staring at it in trepidation.

Norm started to pace. He had been the most vocal about this situation, throwing out impossible ideas. He was very obviously distressed by the thought that a woman could be stuck on Pandora without wanting to be. "So you're saying that we missed getting Parker Selfridge's sister on that jet. And he did nothing to try and take her with him? Wouldn't you think that if your sister was still in the building, you would at least try and tell someone?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I mean, I know I'd do everything in my power to get her on that ship with me."

Again, Max nodded. He was beyond annoyed now, and was starting to get angry. A red blush began to crawl up his neck, and the frustration showed every time he started talking. "Yes! I came to you to see what we should do about this, because I wasn't exactly sure how to go about fixing this. We have no way to contact that ship and get it back here, so either way we're stuck with her."

"This isn't good," Norm said shaking his head.

"There is only one way I see things going. We hold her prisoner until they come back," he paused then nodded. "I'm sure they will be coming back. In the meantime, we convince her to 'play nice' and help us build our new home." He shrugged at Jake's disbelieving look. Norm shot another disbelieving look at Max.

Holding up his hands, he added, "It's possible that she'll resign herself to her fate and help us.

"We don't know anything about this girl. And I think the only way we can figure this out is to go to Parker's room and actually talk to her!"

Rebecca Selfridge had never wanted to be on this planet in the first place. She was a shy, quiet woman trying to get her PhD. But her brother had wrote her a letter telling her that he wanted her with him. He guilt tripped her into visiting this planet, and she had caved. The ride here had been boring, cryo was nothing. She hated the feeling that four years had disappeared from her life, but at least now it was four years and not six. As soon as she had stepped out of the ship, she had stepped into chaos. She didn't realize that there was a battle going on. The men that she had ridden in with were all marines. They didn't even blink at jumping into a battle guns blaring, but she had been shocked. Her world had tilted dangerously, and Rebecca had been certain that she was going to faint. Then Parker had showed up, corralling her into what he said was a room for emergencies, and then he'd left. She had heard gunfire for what seemed like hours, and then a terrible silence.

She sat huddled on the couch, holding a glass vase in her hands like a weapon. She tried and forget the fact that she was stuck in this room. All she knew was that her brother had burst into the room in a panic, told her to not open the door for anyone other than him, and had then run out again. The worst thing was that he had locked her in this time. Claustrophobia was starting to get to her, clawing at her lungs and putting pressure on her chest. There were no windows in her room, no natural light to make her calm down. She had tried everything to force herself to be calm. But after three hours of yoga, Rebecca was ready to start screaming. All she could think was that something horrible had happened and she was going to rot in this room.

Her shaking hands bit into the edges of the vase until it emitted a whine. Gasping, she set it back on the coffee table and buried her hands in her long hair. Her riot of curls curtained her face as she forced herself to breathe. A soft sob escaped her mouth, and her shoulders shook as she constrained the tears inside her body. Earlier, the sounds that had come from the other side of the door had been enough to set her on edge. The screams had echoed through the hallways, and the sound of pounding feet had sent her into the closet in fear. She hated that she was so afraid, reduced to a mere mouse hiding in a dark closet with her knees drawn to her chest. The waiting was possibly the one thing that was making her panic rise in full force. What had happened?

When she heard the slide of a keycard outside her door, she leapt to her feet and vaulted over the coffee table. "Parker!"

But she skidded to a halt when two unfamiliar faces stared back at her. Frantically she scrambled backwards, turning her earlier excited run into a fearful skid. Clutching vase in her hands again, she faced the two men. If she was shaking it was only because of the weight of the vase, it had nothing to do with the fear tearing through her heart and mind. "Who are you?" She asked in anger.

The shorter and more hairy man spoke first, slowly while enunciating every word carefully. "My name is Max Patel; I work in the laboratory." He pointed to the tall thin man beside him. "This is Norm Spellman, he's an avatar driver."

God, he spoke to her like she was a child… or an animal. Keeping the vase firmly in grip, she nervously introduced herself. "Rebecca. Where's Parker?"

Max stepped forward into the room, but froze when the woman raised the vase in her hand threateningly. Hands up, he slowly inched towards her again. She was skittish. The woman had a crazed look in her eye, not that he could say he was surprised. She was backed into a room alone, while two men walked towards her. Max guessed that she had thought that they would hurt her, like any woman would in this situation. He was surprised that she looked only slightly like Parker. She had the thin long nose that he had, but that was where the similarities ended. Her long hair was a deep red, and fell in chaotic curls around her face. Her lips were full, a stark difference from the harsh thin lines Parker's had been. And she was tall, a goliath really. Even Norm had to look up a bit to meet her eyes, and he wasn't a short man. Max would admit that was intimidating.

"Parker is just outside. We were hoping that you could come out with us, he told us to come and get you."

What in the world had possessed him to say that? Max wanted to smack himself in the head for lying to a woman. But that was the only way he was seeing her leaving this small room, so he steeled himself to lie some more. Norm on the other hand, was all for lying. The only reason he could presume Parker leaving his sister alone on this planet would to have someone on the inside. He wasn't going to trust this woman no matter what she said.

Sizing the men up, Rebecca shook her head. "No, you see, Parker wouldn't have done that. No one has ever been in here other then Parker, and I'm not going to leave without Parker's say so."

Max nodded. "He told us to come and get you. I would say that's his say so."

"No. That doesn't sound right. I'm telling you this for the last time, I am not leaving." She raised the vase with a clear threat.

Stepping into the conversation, Norm walked towards her with his hands in his pockets. "So your name's Rebecca then? Look, we think that your brother is in trouble, and maybe you could help us. He said that you would, and that you could."

Slowly, she set down the vase. Parker was in trouble? It wasn't unusual for her to be the one that was helping him. She had always been the one that got him out of trouble. Parker had a way of acting that always got the wrong people mad at him. His father had been the short rather frumpy man, and hers had been breaching seven feet. With this thinking in mind, it was rather obvious that she would be the protector, rather than him. But her height had never given her the kind of pleasure that it had Parker. Like any tall woman, she had been painfully shy. Her height was something that made her extremely self conscious, and so far nothing had been able to change that.

Rebecca sighed. "Look, I'll come with you, but no funny business. I just want to get to Parker and go back home." She started to walk towards them, but paused at the last minute. "What was all the shooting about anyways? I thought I heard gunfire not too long ago."

Max waved a hand in the air. "Oh that was nothing, just some target practicing. Now, if you would please come this way."

Nodding, Rebecca made her way towards them, not feeling the confidence she should be. Something just wasn't right about this situation, but she didn't know what it was. Unknowingly walking into a world of trouble, she followed them out of the room willingly.

It was the first time she had seen sun in a while. Real sun was nothing like the florescent lights in her room. They were soft on her eyes, even her tanning bed didn't make her eyes burn as the real sun did. Already, Rebecca had raised her arm to cover her eyes as she was temporarily blinded.

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