Alien
Summery: Upon answering a distress signal. Butler and his crew of hardened soldiers find themselves on a hellish planet with a very dark secret. SLASH! (Inspired by the Alien saga).
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl. But I will. I'm sure I can bribe EC into giving the Irish hotty to me. I'd take real good care of him. And I don't own ANYTHING to do with Alien (all four of them).
Rating: M
Pairing: Artemis/Butler
Warnings: SLASH. Violence. Sci-fi Horror. Ah... Sex scenes, nudity. Swearing. P
Authoress' Note: Inspired by the ever wonderful "Alien" movies. I decided to write a fic that goes along the same guide lines. Updates shall be quick. As I will write then ENTIRE fic before posting any chapters. I've given you the first one just to see if anyone likes the idea. If you do. I'll pause and write the rest. If you don't, well... it'll just sit here and gather dust. LOL
Humming... someone was humming...
Domovoi opened the old and well used door of the station. Wincing as the screeching of worn steal on steel filled his ears and echoed along the dark and empty corridor behind him.
"It's a wonder they haven't been oiled." muttered Trouble.
Butler glanced over his shoulder.
"This station looks like it's been empty for a few good years. Who's going to oil it? The rats?"
Trouble glowered. Sucking hard at his cheek and looked the other way. Looking stung. Domovoi rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. He wanted to know who was singing. If there was anyone left on this dump he wanted to get them to safety as soon as possible. But the whole humming thing was strange.
The strange noise was drifting from behind the steel. Soft, faint and sounding content. Like whoever was sining was enjoying themselves. Now though. As the door slid open. The humming grew louder. And it's source was revealed.
A boy.
A... naked boy. Was standing not four feet from the door way and the soldiers. He had his back to them and was just standing there. Looking out at the grey, misty landscape. All the while humming that tune that sent shivers down Butler's spine.
"Um... you there. What are you doing out here?" Butler started. Trying to sound confident.
The boy looked over his shoulder at the men. Turning his upper half around to look at them. He smiled.
"They're coming."
Domovoi and the others paused. Confused. Coming? Who's coming?.
"What do you mean by that? Who's coming?"
The boy raised one skinny arm and pointed off to the jagged hills and the foreboding control center in the distance.
"They are." he said.
Butler followed the kids finger and squinted. Something... there where shadows moving down the side of the building. Coming toward the station entrance. Coming toward them. They where moving fast. Too fast.
"Shit!"
Butler moved back inside, one hand on the door, one on his gun. He tore his eyes away from the shadows, to the boy. Who watching the silhouettes. Still pointing.
"You! Come inside! Quickly, or they'll-?" he cut himself off as the stranger turned around to face them fully. Pointing at them now.
"They're coming."
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Domovoi Butler shot up in bed. He looked around him wildly, eyes squinting in the darkness of his small quarters. Realizing where he was he fell back onto the lumpy mattress. A dream. It was only a dream.
But it was such a strange dream. Almost as if it had happened. As if he was there. His crew was there for goodness sake. But that was impossible. He'd never been to a place like that before.
"I watch too much TV." he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
They're coming.
Butler took his hand away slowly and stared at the ceiling. That boy. He didn't seem scared of whatever it was emerging from the structure in the distance. He actually seemed pleased. Happy to see them. To see... whatever they where anyway.
They're coming.
"Damn it!" he cursed, sitting up again. "It was just a stupid dream. Nothing important. Just a stupid, made up image of my subconscious. Now stop being such a girl!"
A chuckle.
"I always knew you'd realize that sooner or later." said a cheery voice suddenly.
Butler looked up to see Trouble Kelp standing in the now open doorway. When had he come in? Butler hadn't even noticed.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he grumbled, stumbling out of his bunk.
Trouble smiled brightly.
"You told yourself to stop being such a girl. I knew you'd realize what a pussy you are sooner or later." he said matter-of-factly. "Just a matter of time I guess..."
"Fuck off..." the soldier mumbled.
Trouble seemed unaffected.
"Come now sunshine! No need for such vulgar language on such a lovely morning!" he plucked a training suite from an open drawer on the wall next to him and tossed them to his friend.
"Here. Get dressed and get your ass in the mess hall. It's breakfast time!" he cheered, skipping away.
Butler grumbled, slipping into the grey jump suite. Leaving the top half undone and lying limply around his waist.
"Lovely morning my ass..." he growled, stomping out into the dingy and poorly lit hallway and toward the cheery voices and clanging of cutlery that was the Mess Hall.
Upon passing a large round window Butler stopped and stared out into the black abyss of space. His mind still on the dream.
There coming.
He hoped it wasn't one of those... foretelling dreams he'd heard about. He sure as hell hoped not.
Ending note: Well... what do you think? Interesting? Crap? Not worth continuing? Tell me! I'm all ears. A title would be lovely if you want this to continue.
Kisses.