a/n. A/P/ AVP doesn't belong to me. -- .. Other wise, the story of Predator would show all the academics and linguists and cool people like Go'ma, and not just the stuuuuupid teenagers that have hormonal issues and acne-the predator way. I could give you a list, but those are MY stories. Bwahahahaha!

"If you scream, then that will cause unecessary trouble."

"Wah .. wah .." was all I could manage. And then I asked the stupidest question in the world. " ... Will you take me to the stars, if I do this?" Great. I was a war-times Galactic Whore. Buy me a plane/boat ticket, and I'm yours, soilder! But it's not as if I had a choice between more then life or messy death. Plenty of fish in the sea .. plenty. I guess now, better me then some high school girl, or some kid. Some person who hadn't read every phycology book under the sun.

The lower mandables fell down, the equivelant, I suppose, of a dropped jaw. It raised back up. "I am merely the flag, and you the mountain. I am sorry to dishonor you. It is possible that I can make this more casual, if you would like."

I grasped his words, finally, and nodded, crying already.

I had to wonder, looking at my stars and castle, was this really what I had planned and dreamt of? Was this a fantasy of sorts? I was going to have this flag's child, possibly left on earth to care for the half-breed and after math on my own. It would be disfigured, more then likely, and good luck dealing with the earthquake. I cried and cried, thinking about the thing that would be coming out of my body— would it kill me? Would it love me? Would I be able to love it? What would it look like? Woudl it go to school like any other child? Would it be happy? Would it be loved? Love, love, love .. those words spun around in my head. And then, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Why, why, why? Was I deemed a good specimen of my kind? Was it because I was the average human heigth and of good health? Was it because I brought him home? Because he saw how I was sexually ready unlike most of the others that came to bars for all the usual reasons? Why? Love. Hate. Why?

And his ideas of making the experience more casual were haunting, and disturbing. "I love you," he'd say at random intervals. Or "You're so beautiful .."

After it was done, he made to stand up, but I held him down. Seeming to remember something from training, he laid back down and held me to him. "Beautiful ... that's my favorite word, really." I couldn't understand why he would tell me this. "I suppose I'm an admirerer of your race. Of it's culture. It's deffinatley not perfect, or that .. well off .. but it's ... respectable. Like any other. And I'm one for cultures." I suppose Predators can talk after a rompround.

"Uh .." Was all I could say.

Further training led him to brush away my hair from my face and neck, and place it ontop the pillow. "Sleep .." He lulled. I tried, but I couldn't. I just started to cry again.

"Did you plan this?" I asked finally.

"Yes," He reminded.

"Do you get off on this? Does it make you feel powerful?"

"No .. I pity you." Nothing good ever happened to a flagged mountain. Never.

"Did you pick me? Before now?"

"Yes .."

I crawled up into a ball, rolling away from him.

"It'll be a boy. You may name it," He said, as if he were talking about a fucking cat.

I wailed.

"I hope that I can raise the child .. to be a scholar. More then a warrior. To respect cultures. But if I cannot, then teach him your ways. Make sure .. make sure he's not just ... a warrior."

I pulled the covers up over my head, like this could stop all the instructions. He was talking as if I were house-sitting and taking care of his cat now.

"As you wish," he said, before pulling out of bed. He went into the bathroom, and did something we all do, I suppose, if we breathe and eat at all.

I heard Frank Sinatra playing on my computer, and with it purs and clicks as he re suited, possibly singing along in his own language. I do that with Japanese, sometimes. Then, I heard him plop down onto the automan that use to be my father's. Did he recline it? I thought about him reclining in my father's chair, and fell alseep. When I woke up, Frank was off, but the purring noises and clicking were continuing. I laid where I was, thinking it would go away. But it didn't. Not wanting to wait forever for him to leave, I poured myself some Lucky Charms and orange juice, before sitting down at my computer. I pretended he wasn't there. I checked my mail, my answering machine, and finally my cell phone. No messages. But, however, there was a post-it with child-like handwriting dictating the main message of each call and note missed. The reminder stabbed, and I finally made my way back from normal life, of course after a shower and a full scrub to rival the one in Taking Lives, I met the thing sitting in my father's automan with a frown.

A usb port hooked my ipod and Predator together. He unhooked the ipod, and looked up at me. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No," I sat down on the couch.

"Thanks," he sat the ipod back down onto the coffe table, before turning the chair around to face me. "Good morning,"

"You don't have to be so normal," I informed him. "So .. please, stop. It's unnerving. I know it's cool to try on different cultures, but this isn't normal. People don't really say good morning, unless their being sarcastic, for a second thing."

"What is your real name?" He asked out-of-the-blue, but as though he had been thinking about this for a long time.

"Pegasus," I answered. "Peg,"

"The wild horse sprung from Medusa's head .. interesting name .." He sprouted off, almost to prove he knew what my name meant.

"Yep,"

"Why did your parents choose that name, do you think?" He questioned, seeming to find this whole thing curious.

"Because my mother was beautiful, but social pathic. My father named me. Only, he didn't tell her that."

His head tilted, like a birds. "Beautiful."

"And yours? What does yours mean?"

"Go'ma means curious. My mother came from a scholar, and married a warrior. I suppose she always wanted me to become a scholar, and here I am ..."

Our whole concept seemed nasty, suddenly, and not just disturbing and painful. "How long are you going to be here? What are your orders?"

"Through your pregnancy, and then the council will have 'to see', as humans say. Most likely I will be allowed to visit as an uncle, afterwards."

"And you know we won't have to try a second time?"

"You're already acting pretty pregnant. Use your own tests, if you feel more comfortable with that .."

But I stayed where I was. I didn't want to re-confer what was inside me. He rose, and went into the ktichen, looking around for something to eat. He came back, holding Lucky Charms. "You can't eat these kinds of things," and then he pulled out the chocolat from the pantry. "This is really bad for animals,"

"Well, what is it good for?"

"Plant mulch," he answered, "If unsweetened."

"And I suppose you're a pediatrican and doctor as well as a linguist and anthropologist? Aaaand A botanist?"

"Only very curious .. unsatiably" Unsatiably. Was that even a word? It means not to satisfaction, right?

"So .. you're staying here, in this place, until I have the .. baby?"

"Yes,"

"Have any advice for keeping an alien in my house? I mean, it's not in Southern Living, with all the recipes and decorations .." He sat back down and into the chair. His helmet was off, and I noticed for the first time how many marks were on his face. Killer .. ritualistic .. primitive ..

"Don't bring people over. I CAN appear invisible, but very weakly so. And just know .. some people don't like the idea of crossbreeds. Of any kind .."

"Are we indangering this child just by making it exist?"

"Possibly. But I will take care of that. You, will take care of going on about your own buisness, and pretending I'm not here for the rest of your world; Kate, Jana, Miachel. I ask a lot." His head dropped towards the floor, eyes still looking at me.

"I have clients .. at five .. so .. I've got to get ready ... We can talk later."

"Peg-uh-sus?" He called out, before I entered my nolonger-safe-haven.

"Yes?"

"The mission .. part of the mission is to gain your trust .. and your love. For the child's benefit, for the proper bonding and chemical reactions .. I think it's called imprinting?"

I nodded.

"But there are other ways .. like bonding with the father. I suppose the real wish is that the child feels less resentment towards both of it's heritages .."

Nodding, again, my shoulders fell down in defeat— he was just like my grandfather, always carrying on lectures too long to go on about daily life.

"So that.. to gain that trust, and deserve it, I'll tell you the appropriate truth."

"Alright," I replied, before turning to face the door.

"I'm a phycologist, Peg-uhsus. I am specialized in human phycology .. and others. I treat victims of the flag .. You can't imagine what it's like .. what I'm feeling. So, please, know this isn't something .. I take pride in."

"I'm going to change clothes," I informed him, before closing the door behind me. A pointless thing to do, for someone who had already seen me naked.

a/n. Yeah ..

Kae-she Katsumi— don't you mean one and one? Or am I missing a part of Predator, erm, sciences ..? But yosh, I like this pair as well. Tank-u for ur review!

Mystic Blade- sighs there really is something about Preds, aren't there? More like .. the nerdy Preds, like Go'ma. Tehee ..

Drappa Wolf— I'm glad you like my story.

Thanks guys, for your reviews! In the next chappy, you learn something even neater .. maybe. Ciao.