Summary: In an alternate universe, Meredith Weyland is a cybernetics engineer. She belongs on a team developing the new David 8 prototype. She pours in long hours and eventually confines in David 8 about her struggles and insecurities. Meredith x David 8 prototype.

Author's Note: This story takes place in an alternate universe. I feel that there more to be discovered about Meredith Vickers and her father, Peter Weyland. I changed her age so I could explore her character when she was a "young opportunist". Also the David 8 character featured in this story isn't the same David we see in the film. Total unconventional pairing but that's my thang!

The year is 2090 A.D. and Meredith Weyland prepares for another busy day in the laboratory at Weyland Industries. Her namesake makes her the daughter to the CEO of Weyland Corp. She is surrounded by some of the world's advanced technology with an endless budget. The rollout for the new David 8 prototype is coming closer and more investor money is needed to fine-tune the details before the commercial release. Her concentration is on David 8's neural sensory system.

She recently received her third PhD at Oxford in "Cybernetic Neural Psychology". She works full-time as a hardware sensory engineer for Weyland Industries, which is impressive for a 21 year old. She always preferred working with her hands rather than numbers and the complex fiber optic nervous system of the new David 8 prototype is her new playground.

A slightly overweight and thickly bearded Dr. Frank Moran walks into the lab, armed with coffee and sunglasses, ready to partake on today's work.

"It's so fuckin' bright in here. Good morning, Blondie." Frank drops his HoloTab on the table and opens up his terminal. The holographic display shows a 3D representation of various data readouts as it materializes into thin air.

Without breaking her concentration, she replies, "Frank."

"What are we fixing today?" Frank asks. He takes seat next to Meredith.

"Nothing's broken, yet. Check back later."

"I wonder when they're going to start a new series, David is getting kinda old." He takes a slip of a now cold coffee.

Meredith lifts her head and replies, "And retire this handsome face?"

"Ha! You find him handsome?"

"Yeah, his face has character; blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice smile." She quickly runs her hand through his hair, proud about the progress they have made.

"I find him creepy if you ask me."

Meredith has come to know the David 8 prototype quite well. While carefully developing his artificial neural network, it was encourage for the engineers to interact with David to further develop his personality. They would engage in small talk; conversations would range from today's weather to weekend plans.

Meredith activates David from the console. The first signs of life appears, his eyes focus with awareness. He turns his head. "Good morning Dr. Weyland. Your hair looks beautiful today."

Meredith smiles. "Thank you David. Good morning to you too."

Frank chuckles in a teasing manner, "Sounds like he taking a liking to you."

"Right, Frank."

"He compliments you every time he sees you. He doesn't do that with anyone else, female or not. He wants you." There was a twinkle in Frank's eye. Meredith is now fully convinced that Frank is the most perverted man she has ever met.

"I have spent a lot of time with him when he's activated. No but seriously, they might be over doing it with the whole emotional sensitivity level."

"Hey, if I had a pretty blonde engineer working on my hot swimmer's body, I would make sure to let her know that my futon is always available." She laughs.

"Oh speaking which, we're all going out for drinks tonight. You should come."

"I can't, I got too much work to do."

"It's Friday!"

"I know but seriously, Yutani will dominate the market if David 8 isn't done on time."

This isn't the first time Frank tried to include Meredith on social outings. She is always married to work as they say. "Alright, well I'm going to Lab B if you need me."

"I probably will, later Frank."

The sun rises and sets, most Weyland employees are gone for the night as Meredith concentrates on a nerve problem in David's upper torso.

"David, would you please lift up your forearm only?"

She moves closer, trying to find a resting position for her arm. David notices his hand is mere inches away from Meredith's body. She did not feel the contact he made with the small curve of her back.

David 8 could pick up her temperature and her heartbeat through her uniform. He applies more pressure to please his senses. Meredith jerks up, "Oh, David. You scared me."

"Forgive me, doctor."

"It's not a problem. You got my heart jumping right there. Would you prefer if I deactivate you during this process?"

"That will not be necessary."

Meredith attempts to refocus on her task but finds it futile. Her eyes carry the weight of twelve hours with little breaks or rest. She has done her work for the day.

"I'm going to call it quits for today. David, put your shirt back on please."

Dr. Weyland records in her notes on her HoloTab and feels the pressure to increase her workload in the next couple of months. She should have taken Frank's offer for drinks.

"It was a pleasure spending time with you, Dr. Weyland. You are much like your father."

"Ha! I certainly hope not. You've met him? He hardly comes around here anymore."

"Yes, he is a truly remarkable man. He quoted a line from Lawrence of Arabia."

"His favorite movie. Well, I glad you finally met him."

"You don't talk about him."

"Most geniuses don't make very good fathers." She picks up her bag and lowers the lights. She walks up to the console next to David's 'sleeping' pod.

"Goodnight, David."

He lays down in the pod, "Goodnight, Meredith."

The main doors locks behind her when she realizes that David called her by her first name.