Hey, here's some stuff that didn't fit in the summary and that I forgot to put in the first chapter before the next one starts.

I don't own Aliens or Predators. Apparently I do own anyone I make up...

The fic is rated PG-13 for language and violence but it might have to go up before too long hope that doesn't put anyone off

Finally, please bare with this chapter, its sorta needed even if nothing that much happens in it. Enjoy and please Rn'R if u have time : )

The day had come and gone, with nothing unusual, and Joanne was slowly walking back to college with friends from her last lecture. It was Friday, and now they were all free for the weekend no one was in a hurry to go anywhere, a nice contrast to the rushed day they'd all just had.

"So we're gonna go out tonight yeah guys?" Charlotte, younger than Joanne and the nicest person she knew, hesitantly asked. She was always shy, even when among friends, but if there ever was someone who'd always be there for you, it was Charlotte.

"Of course! We all like totally deserve it!" came Katie's reply. Katie was the social lioness, or at least she liked to think so. Pretty and chatty, Katie was another good friend of Joanne's who lived for the social side of college rather than the intellectual one. Not to say she wasn't smart, she just didn't throw herself into her studies like others in the group. Katie grinned happily, "We're ALL going out! And that means you too Joanne, don't think I haven't noticed how lame your excuses for staying in are getting!"

Joanne smiled back, knowing she didn't really mean it, but Katie had a point. She sighed inwardly, she used to be such a party animal, always up there dancing and drinking the night away with Katie. They had been partners, and had slowly been introducing Charlotte to their ways when suddenly, after the last summer holidays had passed, Joanne had stopped going out. She also kept to herself a lot more, and there was something different about her that none of her friends could put their finger on let alone know how to react to. They just knew something had changed, but Joanne was keeping quiet about it.

While Katie and Charlotte began discussing outfits, Joanne felt the familiar murmurings across her mind that indicated she had stopped concentrating on keeping others out. She frowned slightly as she focused until her head was clear again. She hadn't wanted to be telepathic, but she hadn't been given a choice, and she wasn't going to pretend that it didn't have its uses sometime. Ever since the, 'incident', she had enforced a private rule that she would never hear another's thoughts, although there frequently were exceptions where finding out was important, useful or just plain amusing. Joanne smiled openly as she mentally scolded herself for misusing her mind, she was only 18 after all, and the complex social relationships uni life had created meant using her advantage to head off arguments was worth the moral debates she waged in her head.

Telepathy was an unusual skill for an 18 year old undergraduate, and the circumstances in which she'd gained the power were even more strange. Joanne's face became expressionless as she recalled the details, thinking back to a time when, not to put too fine a point on it, telepathy and the bastard that gave it to her where all simply film material or hoaxes for the gullible. About half a year ago, three predators had come to a large shopping complex Joanne was visiting, armed to the teeth and gagging to kill stuff. She gathered it was some sort of ritual but the only details she cared for was the killing, skinning and general carnage they had caused. Still, she had been incredibly lucky and managed to steal one of their projectile weapons having knocked out one of the things by pure chance. She then naively set off to kill the others, and to cut a long story short one of the remaining two was a cheating git. He caused the death of the remaining predator, by pulling the other in front of a shot Joanne had fired to save himself, and had then forced his mind into hers to terrify, confuse and hunt her. Joanne had later learned the young male had been using several illegal concoctions to enhance his mental abilities, and now that her mind had been ripped open to such things she was stuck with it. The only way she had gotten out of the mess was by revealing the males deceptiveness, as she had been pretty sure that noble hunters would not approve of his actions. In the end he'd done a runner, hijacking a space ship to try and get away from the furious elders, and Joanne had been promised that she'd be left alone by predator kind from now on to show their gratitude for revealing the scum for what he was. Joanne chuckled, killing a senior's promising first born son had not been a good move for Cth'ctchi. She never did find out how it all had ended, but personally hoped they caught and punished him suitably. Joanne also had a sense of honour and the look on the betrayed Predator's face as he realised his trust in a team mate was misplaced would stay with her for a long time yet. Then she shook herself slightly, what did she care? If it hadn't had been an elder's son Cth'ctchi had killed then she would be dead now... she shuddered remebering how all of the 'damage control' Predators, who'd come to Earth to make sure no trace of their technology was left, had wanted to kill her. However their leader, father of the betrayed and dead Predator in the Mall, had over ruled them and spared her life. She had been so relieved when she knew she wasn't going to die that day... and then her happiness turned to horror as the elder seized her, held her down and using his wrist blades carved a symbol into her stomach. The slashes hadn't been deep, but they had left scars around her belly button, forming a triangle with three lines coming from its center pointing out of its sides. While she hadn't been grateful at the time, this apparently meant she could not be harmed by a Predator, ever. She remebered trying to think up an excuss for the stupid thing to her boyfriend... the best she could come up with being 'I was drunk and woke up with it'. Joanne sighed, not the best line to encourage her partner to trust her.

"Joanne? JOANNE!"

"Mmmh?" she focused on the person trying to get her attention, pulling herself back to the real world. This earned giggles from all present; even before she was psychic her tendency to daydream was a well established amusement source, and pulling her mind to the present rather than the past, Joanne focused on the person talking to her,

"Where were you that time Joanne?" Katie asked still giggling, "Honestly we could hit you with, I dunno, a large blunt object and still not get your attention when you're off in your own little world!"

"Who cares where she was." A guy who'd been waiting for them against some hedges cut in, "What I wanna know is where she'll be tonight." He looked at Joanne, "You said you'd come out sometime this week and now its Friday! So you either come out or you'll have lied to all you're bestest buddies…." It was another one of her inner circle, Alex, and he started doing cute disappointed puppy dog eyes at her, badly, before breaking out into a grin. "C'mon Joanne… you know you want to really."

"Yeah and you can so wear one of those tops you bought last week!" Katie said, her tone getting higher with each syllable. "And once you've broken them in I can finally borrow some!" She flashed Joanne a happy smile; nothing pleased her more than clothes, or talking about them as clichéd as it was.

"Honestly! Which one are you after now!" Joanne asked, plastering a mock insulted look across her face, "seriously Katie, just borrow which ever one's caught your eye! You'll look better in any of them than me."

"Hey, I don't think so!" Alex cut in, the grin flashing once more, causing Katie to pretend to be insulted and Joanne to turn away slightly to hide her smile, Alex might be over zealous with his compliments but hey, a girl can never have enough as far as she was concerned. Alex was only messing around anyway; Joanne was taken, and had been for the past two years. She smiled, thinking about Matt, and wished she could tell him why she'd become more and more distant over the past 6 months. Couples should keep nothing from each other, she knew that, yet the truth, 'Predators attacked me, made me psychic and now I can hear your thoughts' was too bizarre. Even if he believed her, would he trust her anymore, knowing she could see into his mind?

Joanne allowed herself to be talked into going out that night as her friends where having so much fun doing it. In truth she'd shied away from the night scene because the sheer force of dunk, high, horny minds crammed together and bearing down on her head was irritating to actually painful, but she was fed up of limiting herself, and was getting better at controlling, 'it'. She told herself there was no reason why her love for clubbing couldn't be indulged once more.

She grinned at them all, "Where, when and what?" her eyes glittering at the thought of going out again.

"Moons, 10 o'clock, no theme, just being gorgeous and adored by men!" Katie intoned while Charlotte hopped up and down on the spot, all shyness gone clearly hyper already,

"Yes yes yes yes yes!" Charlotte cried "we're going out tonight!" and with that she was off, bouncing and singing variations to that theme down the corridor to her room.

Everyone went their separate ways and Joanne still smiling arrived at her door. While she was happy and excited about tonight, her old fear that they no longer wanted her to go out with them due to her descent into seclusion still lurked about in her head. She turned the lock and sent a questioning thought out to each of her friends, overriding the ethical injustices involved in reading people's private thoughts, and happily found nothing more negative about her than how she could eat 3 packets of crisps most days and not be too fat.
Grinning openly now Joanne retrieved her thoughts. She went into the room, dumped her bag on the floor and took her coat off, dropping her keys in the process. She quickly bent to pick them up, and when she looked up she saw a brief haze of, well nothing really, just a bit of air that didn't look right….

Before she could make the connection something hit her in the neck. Joanne had time to put her hand to side of her throat and feel something hard stuck there before waves of numbness struck her limbs and took all control from her. As the unknown drug pumped round her system, she had time to sense the animosity directed at her from her attacker before she passed out, smashing her head against a desk before slumping to the ground.

The haze moved over the fallen figure, and as if by its own accord, the door to the room slowly closed.

I know this chapters lacking in Predators or action of any sort but we should see them again soon...
hope the random telepathy doesn't put people off too : )