Hey, where's everyone been? Actually… where have I been? I've really been procrastinating a lot with this fic, and I have been trying to make time for writing it out, but even then I am having trouble coming up with ideas to move the plot forward. Anyways, I'm just going off of improvisation here, so it might not be as good as it could possibly be. Anyways, hope you like the next chapter.

Scar awoke to find himself strapped onto some sort of cot-like platform by thick nylon restraints. The small room he was in was jolting about, which led to him realizing that he was in a moving vehicle.

He tried to flex his arms in an attempt to break free, but his whole body felt really sore, which made tension cause pain. Besides, the restraints were far too thick to break with mere strength.

Slowly, Scar began to recall what had happened just a little while ago…

He was watching a movie with Lex and Lizzie… men knocked at the door… demanded to know where a Yautja species was… and realized it to be Weyland. Weyland! That was the name of the company that Lex had worked for! Scar remembered Lex telling him at one point that, if they were ever to find out about him, they would take him to their labs for experiments, and she would never see him again.

Scar strained at his restraints, but then came a voice: "Awake, huh? Well… ya might wanna save whatever amount of strength you have left… you're gonna need it for what's gonna be comin' your way…" Came the voice of an ooman male, pointing to Scar's armor and other devices sitting next to the platform, as if there to tease Scar.

A second one turned around in his seat to face Scar.

"Yeah, that's right! You ain't so tough without your little gadgets!" he taunted. "Now, we're gonna take you to the Weyland research station, where you'll be locked up in a cell like a wild grizzly… they're gonna stick you up with tubes and wires like a frickin' surge protector… and they'll suck you dry of your precious blood if they want to, and do whatever they want with it! Ha ha ha ha!" and he blew a cigarette he was smoking several feet to Scar's face, making the helpless Yautja cough.

Scar quit tugging at the thick, impenetrable straps, and just lay completely still.

What's going to happen to me…? Scar thought. They're going to be doing several tests on me… and lock me up? What will I do? Why couldn't Lex stop them…?

Right about now, thinking about Lex only worsened the way Scar felt. He was no longer confused, but completely sad. He is being taken away from his only ooman friend… the reason he chose to stay on earth… and he may never get to see her again. He had no thoughts about his fate in the lab, but rather his future without his ooman lover…

Tears fell from Scar's eyes as he thought longingly about Lex.

I cannot believe that I will never again be able to see the only ooman who has ever shown me kindness… He closed his eyes tightly and pressed his chin to his chest. ...and I never had the opportunity to tell her of my undying love for her. She is not Yautja… but she is truly beautiful, both in appearance and persona.

The unfairness of this entire situation felt like it had turned Scar's heart to stone.

(XXXX)

"Lex," Lizzie said. "I thought you said any effort would be in vain! Besides, this seems a little… extreme."

"I don't care! Scar is all that matters to me right now!" Lex argued.

"But you could get fired… even arrested for this!" Lizzie added.

"It'll be worth it!" Lex responded.

Lex was busy getting her handgun and taser ready to go after the Weyland agents before they could make it back to the complex that they were taking Scar to. She was willing to risk anything to rescue her alien lover, now. Risks were not of her concern; she was far too angry to stop and think right now.

"Okay…" Lizzie said. "…chase your E.T. boyfriend, but don't count on me for help! I'm sittin' this one out!"

"Suit yourself!" Lex said. "I will make Weyland pay for what they have done, one way or another!"

(XXXX)

The Bad Blood managed to track the movement of Scar's gauntlet, and ended up in its path. He arrived on a long, deserted stretch of road that appeared to stretch across a vast field away from the large city. Narrowing the range, the precision of tracking increased just enough to show the Bad Blood that Scar was in a moving vehicle that was approaching visibly.

The Bad Blood jumped once the vehicle was at the proper point, timing his jump carefully. Landing on top of the van, he broke the left-hand window of the vehicle, and threw the driver out. The van then veered to the left very abruptly, and slowly lost speed. It went off of the road, and into the grassy field.

Another ooman began to stand out of the open window on the right-hand side of the vehicle, aiming a rifle at the Bad Blood, but the Yautja was quick to retaliate by impaling him with his wristblade, causing the dying ooman to fall out.

Other vehicles following began to blare blue flashing lights hidden within the headlights, cooling vent, and windshield, and put on sirens as they followed the van off of the road. The Bad Blood armed his plasma cannon, and shot the vehicles one by one, each one resulting in an explosion. The van drove straight into the eroded ditch of a creek, where it crashed, but not very hard.

The force threw the Bad Blood off of the van, but he managed to recover quickly enough to open up the door to the van, and see the Blooded Warrior restrained and helpless.

"Scar… at last we meet, face-to-face." The Bad Blood said in Yautja language.

Scar made a series of threatening clicks at the Bad Blood. "Who are you…? Why are you after me…? And why did you betray your own species!?" he demanded.

The Bad Blood laughed. "I don't believe I have ever introduced myself… my name is Slash. As for the 'betrayal' of the Yautja, I have my reasons… but they are no concern of yours." He said. "And you are quite the hypocrite! You have betrayed your species by allying with an ooman! That, in my opinion, is of the greatest dishonor! Even worse than what I have done!"

"You disregard the Honor Code!" Scar said. "Regardless of species, it is our obligation to-"

"NO! Fuck the Honor Code!" Slash snapped.

Scar couldn't believe his ears; Slash had just done the taboo—denounce the Yautja Honor Code.

"I will end this all myself! I will give you the punishment you deserve!" Slash said, extending his wristblade. "And besides, with you gone, no one can punish me for my crimes!"

Scar shut his eyes tight and turned his head away, and Slash was about to impale Scar on the platform to which he was bound… when a noise came from behind him.

"Ahem…!" came the sound of an ooman clearing their throat.

Slash turned around to see a dark-skinned ooman female holding some sort of handheld weapon at him.

"Adios, motherfucker!" Lex said, furiously.

Slash let out an angry shriek and darted at Lex, forcing her to fire the gun just as he made it to her.

Slash screeched loudly and clutched the bullet wound before collapsing unconscious from the pain seconds later. Keeping the gun leveled on him, Lex stepped around the unconscious Bad Blood and made it into the van.

"Scar!" Lex said, tears welling in her eyes.

An immense expression of delight appeared on Scar's face. "…Lex…!" he began. "…You come… rescue… me…!"

Lex grabbed a survival knife from a strongbox attached to the wall of the vehicle, and began to cut the nylon restraints. "No way I was gonna leave you in the hands of Weyland…" she got the first one undone, allowing Scar to sit up. "…and let them do God-knows-what to you."

"…Life-debt… even now…?" Scar asked.

Lex nodded, and continued to cut the second belt. As she cut, though, she let out a pained moan and clutched her side, kneeling down. Scar looked up from the belt.

"…What… wrong…?" Scar asked.

"It… it's nothing…" Lex said.

But she held up the hand she clutched her side with to reveal that it was covered in blood. Lex looked at her side to see her shirt torn and a large gash on her ribcage; Slash was able to cut her just as he was shot.

"…Wound… need treatment…!" Scar said.

"Don't worry… Scar…" Lex said, panting. "…I'll be fine."

But Scar grabbed the knife from Lex's hand.

"Hey…! What are you doing…?" Lex said, grabbing her side very hard. "…I…I need to use…that…"

Scar then laid Lex on her non-injured side, pulled her hands away from her wound… and did something that Lex wasn't expecting; he wrapped his fingers around the blade of the knife, and swiftly withdrew the blade, which now had a trace of glowing green liquid on the edge.

"S-Scar…!" Lex said. "Wh…what are you…"

Before she could finish, Scar held his still-closed fist over Lex's wound, and tightened his grip, dripping his blood onto the deep gash. It stung Lex for a fraction of a second… but then the pain began to leave the wound. Lex looked down to see that the cut was slowly sealing itself with each drop of glowing blood that fell onto it. Soon enough, the gash had completely healed.

Lex was at a loss of words for a long moment.

"Of course…" she said when she remembered how to speak. "…Yautja blood is capable of rapid healing."

Scar nodded. "…Like… I say… before…" he began. "…don't… want anything… happen… to you…" he remarked. "…You… too precious…"

Lex smiled and blushed deeply. "You never cease to amaze me, Scar." She said. "You are the best friend anyone could ever ask for."

Scar himself began to blush, as his face glowed green. "…So… time… leave…?" he asked, trying to escape the "awkward" moment.

Lex looked over at Slash, who was now bleeding out onto the ground.

"Yeah," Lex said. "let's get out of here. My car is parked off to the side of the road, so let's get moving… Weyland now knows about you, so we need to find a place to keep you safe."

With that, Lex and Scar drove back into the city limits of Denver and head back to Lizzie's house to come up with a plan. And they got away just in time, as Slash was coming back to consciousness…

Things are getting tense, huh? I figured it was time to give our enemy a name; I didn't wanna keep referring to him as "Bad Blood." It was getting' kinda stale, so I guess the buildup would work out well for newcomers to the story. I'll continue working on this fic as much as I can. In the meantime… get ready for summer! Sun, friends, swimming pools, soccer, all that jazz. Keep holding on…