a/n I don't own avp,a/p .. if I did, then I wouldn't be posting my story here. Der. Lol. And maybe I'd have some more money .. But then maybe I'd be in jail, or in a mental institution as well .. a really expensive one, at that. Garggg gargg ggg!
I made all my contacts on my lunch break. Jana wanted to know what happened with the Pred geek.To her, we seemed to be "A match made in heaven." More like sciences. She also wanted to meet up for lunch. Apperantly, Go'ma heard this, and nodded his head. "You should go." I declined anyway, as he would probably have to follow me and Jana around at the cafe anyway, a feat I wasn't too sure would be very easy for him to pull off. Instead, I bought a salad that Go'ma approved of, and ate with him in the Kid Room.
"You like children?" He asked me as I took a big bite of tomatoe.
"Eh .. yes, actually."
"But you've never kept a mate .. In fact, you've told your friends you were going to one-night and raise a child yourself .." Yeah, well, pal, I didn't mean a fucking alien or possible crack head. And that was a year ago .. how long had he been monitoring me?
"You want me to explain my love life?"
"No," he passed the subject by with a hand, and then looked boredly at a timer. "Yes .. Since I had to explain mine." It seemed fair.
"Okay," I sighed, and dropped my fork into its black plastic bowl. ".. Um .. well, I always mess things up with guys by being too sexual in about the first hour and a half, because I'm always secretly trying to drive them away in case I don't like them .. It's a habit."
"Is there anyone you haven't driven away?"
"Loads. Butt loads. And a lot of one-nighters. Who'd respect me after I get too sexual too soon? I often can't stand the people I have relationships with, though—not enough to get married, or have a devoted relationship with .."
There was a long silence, and I realized what he was doing. "You're scrapping, aren't you?"
"Scrapping?" He questioned innocently.
"That's where you analyze me .. and jesus, I'm being paranoid .. Anyway, that's okay, if you scrape me. I scrape people all the time."
"Scrape minds for .." he realized. "Oh, yes .." He pointed at the timer. "You time your meetings in front of the children?"
"Yes. I have them set it, though, and I have different types— that makes the idea more fun for them. They set the clock, and then it's like it's part of their reality. Not just me going, 'You've got to go because I said you do .. and really because I need more money ..' instead of 'I need to see another patient right now, sorry, honey, see you later, call me.'" He nodded.
"That seems like a good idea. I remember many 'Because I said so's."
"Not me. I never got that from my dad .."
"Hmmm .. you were your dad's girl, then."
"I suppose. He was the apple in my eye." I hit my salad again, after realizing the time before my next patient.
Later on, at home, he took off his mask and pointed at the couch, "This is where I can stay at night?"
"You can go where ever you like," I told him, with all the insincerity of a Southern Hostess. He must have known better, since he stayed out of my comfy bed and my shower. He'd relax on my couch, sometimes disposing of different pieces of clothing for something else and possibly more comfortable. Apperantly, he had gotten more of his things when I had fallen asleep after our first meeting. He seemed to like watching the Spanish Channels and cooking shows, which was odd, but never objected to a news break. Sometimes he'd say things like, "They're lying," to me, but he never elaborated on the subject, and I never asked for more details, assuming I couldn't be sure to what extent he called them liars and if he wanted to tell me the truth. He did seem to know an awful lot about what goes on in my life and my little world, for an alien. But then again, he had planned everything .. even knew my friends' names and every conversation I had exchanged with them for at least up to a year ... That explained, partialy, why we got along so well. Though he was quiet at times. All this I obtained at least in a week.
One day he sat on the couch, toying with something in his hands that looked an awful lot like a pompilot. "What's that?" I asked. He seemed to have been emoting on it. "It ... It's much like a book .. on how to take care of the child .."
"For me?" I asked. What was his problem in giving it to me? Just forking it over?
He looked up at me, then, and away from the device. "iss-iss-sssssss-sakuuuuu-isssss .."
"I can't understand you," I wanted him to get to the point.
"Illogical. That's what I just said .. I'm being illogical. I'm to give this to you, and you're suppose to follow it perfectly, and then you'll know everything about Yaujutta food and care .. just everything .. Stuff even I didn't know till .. I was the flag .."
"So why do you seem grudging to give it to me?" Yes. How do you FEEL? I was being a typical scraper.
"Iss-iss-ssssss-sakuuuuuuu-issssss ..." He repeated, then translated. "Illogicaly, I feel obsolete, I suppose .." But he handed it to me. For a long time, he had been showing me what to eat and even talked about where I would change for the birth and how I'd be affected and what I would feel. He had been like a doctor, not the typical father running with his head cutt off, asking the doctor annoying questions right after hearing the answers. I put the device into my hands, and looked at the writing.
"I had to translate it for you .. but if you see a problem, ... then don't hesitate to ask me about it."
I had to smile. "Thank you." But I didn't want to say, "You've been a great help," because he had been a great help getting me pregnant in the first place.
"You have nothing to thank me for .. I'm just a pawn, no whims of my own ..." He seemed to shrink into himself. I put a hand on his shoulder, and comofted him exactly like I knew he wanted me to.
"Look, you couldn't be obsolete if you tried. I'm going to need someone to point at the text and go 'Really! That's so cool' with or 'Really! That's so unfair!' It's not as if I have anyone else to talk with .. I mean, my friend's haven't ever been pregnant before. I suppose I'll have to make new friends .. It's something you do, when you have children."
Go'ma nodded. "But .. Pegasus .." He apperantly liked saying foreign names, as well as things like "Good morning" and "Good night, sweet dreams."
"Yeah?" It was pretty late. I had only been up to go the bathroom, if I remember right.
"I'd like to teach you to speak like a Yaujutta .. so you can always comunicate with .. I don't know, just so you can speak it, I guess. It might come in handy."
Maybe in the stars, my heart hoped.
"That'd be fine. I wanted to drop Italian anyway. I already know Romanian, and I don't want to go to Rome .." He probably didn't see the logic behind this, but nodded anyway.
And thus began my Yaujutta training. Drills on hand writing, technology, decor, clothes— everything— it was as if I were a part-time college student. I must have forgotten at least five languages just learning year one basic Yaujutta. Maybe even some english to get to year three, when I could finally understand all the writing from Go'ma's News Reel inside his helmet. By that time, though, my stomache began to widen up, and I had already had to say goodbye to the clothes I loved so dearly, since The Book on Space Babies, as I liked to refer to it, said that it was unlikely I would ever work off the size gained (ie. I'm always going to have baby-fat litterally, if vaugely). Go'ma seemed very anxious about everything, and towards the end began to act like a chicken with its head cut off.
I went to Earth Baby classes, where I learned how to give a plastic doll CPR and such. When I'd go home, Go'ma would make sure I had already read how to take care of the cross-breed, and lectured me about how according to our genetics, the child would be more like a Yaujutta resparatory-wise. I made friends in Earth Baby Classes, but I knew, deep down, they'd be only temporary. Go'ma never commented on this, when I'd be out having dinner with a new friend, insisting I didn't want any "hook ups" with their brother/friend/whatever male or female, because I was going to take care of this kid on my own, hard core, college, ap classes, everything. Mike offered to help me with the kid, and I hadn't been sure of what he meant by that, but I declined. I didn't want annny help from Mike. If the kid so much as floated in the air, he'd shoot it. Especially if it was outside his reality.
Go'ma and I played a lot of AVP. He stopped me from using cheats and "sepcials" and got me playing the predator more. He'd point at a weapon, and tell me all the attacks it could do, better then a manual. "Why is this game so accurate?" I asked him once. "Why do we know about you?"
He laughed, his way. Kiss-a-naaaa-isssss-a-naaaaa, or grag-grag-gra! "Oh .. well, this is something most don't know about— not even your vice president."
What? So the Vice President usually knows anything?
"But .. we programmed it and everything, to make US a part of some people's reality. It use to be, that no one could see our ships, if we landed right in their living room. They couldn't see us, invisible or not. They couldn't hear us, or see us. We didn't EXIST. So .. we gave the game to some geek, who gave it to some geek .. and apperantly, we're a reality to some degree now. If a little."
It made sense. The boat that Latin America Native American's couldn't see, until they stood on the deck and touched the boat .. then all of a sudden they could see it, and it was a reality. Culture shock.
"Now we really need invisibility. You just can't know who's seen the movies or not. Like you .. If I saw you out on the streets, I wouldn't guess that you would be into the whole gorey movie and such .. Why WERE you into it all?"
I shrugged. "You got me."
"Graggggggg! You are SUCH a dork, don't change."
I had shuddered.
A/n I really didn't think about the length of the last one .. --¡ But I hope I made it up to you guys here! Lol. Thanks for your reviews, guys!
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