Liquidation

Thanks for all the reviews guys! Can you believe that this Fic has more reviews than some Naruto ones? Scary…

Also, everything which happens has a reason. The chief falling asleep sitting down, not standing up (Agent-G I'm looking at you), was because he got jabbed by a needle, sorry if that didn't make sense. Samus' angry nature is because of exposure, and the Chief happiness is also a side effect of something, (I won't tell you what it is yet.) Actually, I think it will be in this chapter. Who knows?

Also, the next one may take a bit longer because I'm gonna re-read Fall of Reach and The Flood because I have forgotten things. And for those who have read Onyx, (Spoilers!! Go Back!! NOOOO!!!), I'm removing the Onyx slip-space sphere, since this is focused on the Master Chief and Samus, and maybe a few OC's. I won't have the mental capacity to bring in the remaining Spartan II's and III's, or Halsey.

I do not own Halo or Metroid. (Too late at night to think up decent disclaimer crap)

The room was swimming. Whenever one of the shadowy creatures moved around it left purple afterimages. John knew that the shapes were Chozo, they looked roughly like them. He raised his right stump to his face only to hit by a clump of IVs.

'Damn it.' His control was completely out of wack from the painkillers that flowed through his system.

The birds reacted to him moving his arm with a blur of movement. With his senses sliding around his head, he realised that the birds were tying his right arm to the table.

'All this fainting and sleeping and new experiences are irritating the hell out of me.'

He recalled the four months Samus and himself had spent together since he had first woken up from his millennia of sleep. It had taken him a while to acclimatise to his new environment, but the human formerly know as the Master Chief was nothing if not an adapter, and a survivor.

Once all the events surrounding his original awakening had been cleared up, Samus and himself had talked long and hard, about nearly everything.

'Actually, all we really did was some chatting, long enough so that we could have meaning to our conversations.' John mentally stroked his chin. 'Ah well, I guess it was a start. Besides, I like secrets.'

The secrets revolved mostly around the metal sphere implanted in his chest. Having an Ace in the hole was useful.

One of the Chozo forced several doses of fluid into his mouth, which he swallowed without complaint. The room slowly stopped spinning and focus returned.

The figure of Samus swam into view. She was pointing at him.

"Hey, Sam." He grinned sheepishly. "Guess I fell asleep again."

He had started calling her Sam a while back, why, he still wasn't quite sure.

FLASHBACK: 3 MONTHS

"N'Tyko should be here."

Samus rested her chin on her crossed arms. Currently they were sitting on the open-air deck of one of the deep jungle observatories. There were a few of them dotted around the planet, solitary research stations, connected to the main underground Chozo facilities by small tunnels. The majority of them were abandoned, but still kept in top shape, since the wearing down of any kind of scientific utility would send any Chozo into hysterics.

The warm beams of the two suns pleasantly illuminated the endless tropical rainforest which extended beyond even John's superhuman sight.

Samus rolled onto her back and shielded her eyes from the glare. "I sent him a message, but he didn't respond, again."

John grunted, not bothering to look up from his pad. Ever since waking up he had been diving into the Chozo archives, absorbing information, facts, history anything which could help him familiarize himself with his new situation. He had also been learning Samus language, 8th. The re-seeds had been a topic of great interest to him; it was interesting to discover that the term not-alone-in-the-universe actually applied to your own race, not extraterrestrials.

"Do you think he's ignoring me?"

John grunted again, to busy looking up slow projectile strategy tactics to really care. If that was one thing he had picked up from the weapons development section of the Dark Chozo library, it was that everyone in the future loved slow moving energy weapons.

'Makes my job easier. Hell, if I can dodge supersonic rounds, sub-sonic balls of energy should be easy.'

John looked up, realising that the other human was still chattering on. God she could be annoying.

"Quit your wining." He commented dryly. "I have better things to do than to listen to you complain."

She had been treating him like some sort of pet ever since their first chat. The obnoxious bounty hunter had obviously gone and taken his initial mood as his normal.

"Shut up!" She snapped, throwing a small miscellaneous fruit at him. They had acquired a small platter of the things from C'Laar, who had been assigned by O'Hala to be John's personal analyser. She was ordered to follow him around and take medical readings of everything that happened to him.

Samus looked worriedly into the distance. "He hasn't responded to any of my calls or messages, hell, I haven't even seen him since he first greeted me."

"I don't care." The Chief growled out. Samus, however, continued like he hadn't said anything.

"And right when I need his support the most, he gives me the cold shoulder. Selfish bastard. Everyone I know is one. That includes you." She pointed childishly at him.

He looked at her with a frown. "Are you insane?"

"Partially." The completely carefree expression on her face made him roll his eyes.

"Well, we'll make a great team then won't we? A recently defrosted fossil and an emotionally unstable idiot." He delivered this remark with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

"Look. I don't want to be your partner, not after you turned out to be such a dick." Samus growled with obvious irritation. "But most of the Chozo want both of us off this planet ASAP. That means both of us. So unless you want to become a permanent test-subject you'll keep on good terms with ME, since I have your ticket out of here."

John grinned, "I never really got a change to deliberately wind anyone up when I was a kid."

Completely defused, Samus leant back with a huff. After eating a small, spiky fruit, she asked, "Did you have any friends as a kid?"

"Hmm? Well, I guess, not that I could remember their names, at least the ones I had before being recruited." He picked his nose, looked at his finger and then flicked off the edge of the balcony.

"Of course I had a lot of friends, if that's what they were, after being conscripted." He started counting on his fingers, "There was… Linda, Maria, Fhajad, Fred, Kirk, Rene, Li, Joshua, Vihn, Isaac, Will, Kurt, Anton, Malcolm, Grace, James, Sheila, Randall…"

The former Spartan looked at the nine fingers he had standing, before only leaving two upright.

"Then there was Samuel, and Kelly." He said this without taking his eyes of his fingers. "They were my best friends and my team mates…"

He shook his head and returned his face to its standard stoic mask.

"Samuel, eh? Did you call him Sam?" Samus interrupted his brooding.

"Why?"

"Would you call me that?"

"A male name?"

"It can be both."

They chattered. It was not something either of them had ever done to any great extent, since they had both led relatively anti-social lives. In the end he ended up calling her Sam, john didn't know why and Sam wouldn't disclose why either.

PRESENT

"You have some more explaining to do." It was clever how she managed to sound sarcastic through a monotone translator.

'This bastard is getting irritating.'

If there was one major flaw that John had, it was his love for keeping irritating secrets. Aware of how enamoured the Dark Chozo were with his 13th Re-seed supersoldier anatomy, he had kept certain pieces of information secret just to drive them hysterical. It was just his way of paying them back for all the little injections they thought would be fun to administer to him.

He kept tight lipped about the metal sphere in his chest.

At least until now.

"I decline. I-" He had folded his arms across his chest. His one and a half arms. His one and a half arms… with something extra.

John's eyes widened, but he contained his astonishment with ease; after all, a soldier who is freaked easily doesn't live long.

Where the stump of his right arm ended five long tendril-like appendages had emerged from the skin. The tendrils were a deep blue-green in colour and seemed to be coated in a hard yet flexible shell. They were currently coiled around his left arm, acting like regular, albeit extremely long fingers. Fingers one metre long.

"What are those?"

John frowned. "The program wasn't designed to do this…"

He looked up to see Samus standing there with an arched eyebrow, whilst a large flock of Chozo twittered around in the background, wondering at this new development.

With a sigh John conceded.

"Ever hear of a parasite called Flood?"

W00T Done!

Had major writers block, as well as a severe case of the lazes.

I know it's a little far fetched, but I have a good (I hope) fictional scientific reason for these development. So don't flame until it's done!

ONWARD!!