The thrumming that came of the electrical wiring breathed new life into Natalie, it always did. She absolutely thrived on it actually. Her mind had been expanding miles compared from when she had been at university; this type of hands on experience was beyond anything she could have hoped for on Earth. It certainly didn't hurt that her instructor, Pol'v, had a hot bod. Of course, that is something she would never say out loud, her pride would never allow it. She gave him her complete attention as he reviewed the layout of the wiring and why it was efficient.

"Was I clear? Any questions?" He turned to look at her with those obsidian eyes and she melted a little inside.

She cleared her thought then answered, "Uh, yeah, this electrical conduit, wouldn't it be better if it was placed here." Her hand trailed along the wire and stopped when it reached her desired spot.

His head tilted. "Explain."

Natalie smirked, "Well, It seems to me that since you have a power converter here, there is a surge of energy taking place, as such the electrical conduit would be better served controlling the surge as close to the source as possible – not too close, mind you. Not to mention you guys don't even seem to have any circuit breakers – talk about a hazard waiting to happen." When he remained she continued, "I also recommend that the conduit be made out of flexible plastic or metal to avoid damage to the wires when they are moved." She placed her hands on her hips feeling very proud of herself. It was very much of a power pose.

"We do not use circuit breakers; there is no need for them. There are more than enough inspections placed on the wiring that they are not required. And, it is the duty of those in charge of the engineering to ensure such failures do not occur. But, I will concede to your other point. I will appoint Dahdtoudi to handle it." He gave a nod, which Natalie took as a show of respect for her opinion. Natalie wasn't one to blush but she found it extremely gratifying that he took her opinion seriously and respected it, more than she could say with other males she knew when she interned, so she allowed a slight flush appear on her cheeks.

He trilled showing he saw it.

She turned around and started toward the mess hall for lunch, "You saw nothing!"

Natalie could have sworn that he was laughing but refused to cave in and look at him.

In the mess hall, Jennifer was munching thoughtfully on carrots when Natalie sat across from her.

"What's got you so held up?" Natalie questioned as she started to eat some of her steamed corn.

Jennifer gave a shrug, "I'm just conflicted." Her brows bunched and she sighed. "I want to go through with this but there's a voice in the back of my head screaming for us not too, that something will go terribly wrong."

Natalie put down her spoon and gazed at her friend. "We knew this wasn't going to be easy. We know that anything could go wrong, and if that happens we'll probably be done for. But, we all agreed that this is what we want. It makes us feel like we have a chance to see loved ones again - and that is a chance I think we are all willing to take."

Jennifer gave a smile. "Thanks, I needed to hear that." Then she had a bemused look on her face. "How do you think Daisy is? It's been a day – a lot can happen in a day."

"True, but they are gonna be gone up to two weeks. I think whatever is happening will take a while. Getting what she needs probably isn't going to be easy." Natalie responded.

Jennifer giggled, "Not if she uses (I think you said) 'high end bribery' to get it."

The both of them struggled to contain their laughter as to not draw attention.

Their good mood was interrupted at the entrance of Bailey and her two cronies, who upon sighting them started on a path straight for them. "Well, well. Look who's here. Where is the third Musketeer?" Bailey spoke as she placed her hands on her hips as she gave Natalie and Jennifer a glare.

Natalie stood up and turned to stare directly and Bailey. She was none too pleased that they all seemed to be as bitchy as before. "Nowhere you need to know. And for your information, there were actually four Musketeers, not three. You should really read more." Natalie had picked up her tray and walked away with Jennifer.

"Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" Bailey huffed as she stalked after them.

Jennifer gave her a quick glance, "Well, we are not interested in anything you have to say."

With that the two friends left the mess hall with Bailey, Carien, and Marry gawking after them.

"I miss them." Daisy mumbled as she sat in the chair next to Th'vk as he sat piloting the ship.

He turned to her. "Your friend will take care of them. You know this or else you would not have left them in her care."

Daisy pouted (something she rarely did) and glared at him. "That doesn't mean I can't miss them."

"No, but it gives you less to worry about." He replied as he faced out the front into space.

She sighed knowing that he was right. It had barely been a day and she was itching to see her dogs. What if they needed help? They were probably missing her! What if they thought she had abandoned them!?

Th'vk trilled, "I can sense you are thinking of them."

Daisy sank lower in her seat, "I can't help it."

He gave something of a chuckle. She couldn't believe that he was actually laughing at her! She sent him a meaningful glare, when he noticed he stopped and his shoulders ceased to shake.

"They will be fine. Trust in them and your friends." He tried again to console her.

She finally relented.

Her eyes studied the way he handled the ship. She knew there was an autopilot mode, but he had explained to her that he preferred to be in control of the ship as much as possible in case any situation arose. Because of that she had been privy to see him manipulate the steering wheel (what she would label as such, though it was more of a stick) and how little movement he made to keep the ship in control. That seemed promising as there would probably be no problem when she or the other two tried to pilot it; at least that is what she hoped. She had yet to get her hands on the wheel or even asked him. Daisy didn't really know how to go about it. And, there was no way she would try to seduce him into agreeing, it just made her feel so dirty for misleading him. It would be something she would maybe, possibly, use as a last resort.

"You are bored." It wasn't a question and she found herself looking into his ruby colored orbs.

Daisy shrugged, "Kinda, but not too much."

He hummed in a pensive manner. "Would you like to try something?"

She gave him a quizzical look. "It depends on what that something is."

He trilled, "Come, please."

Daisy made her way to him and let a squeal as he picked her up and placed her on his lap. Her cheeks blazed. "Um!" She felt his warm skin underneath her and couldn't lie to herself, it felt good. "So, what is this something?"

He purred as he grabbed her hands and placed them on the steering control. The instant her flesh made contact she could feel the thrumming of the ship through her body. It was powerful, strong, and constant. Th'vk had made it seem like nothing, but it wasn't. It was like controlling a bull. His hand held hers and he made sure that they held steady.

They stayed like this for some time in a peaceful silence until she became groggy and fell asleep.

When she awoke she was in the bedroom aboard the craft. The soft furs surrounded her. She smiled at the knowledge that Th'vk must have brought her there at one point after she had fallen asleep. After using the restroom to freshen up she came back to the bedroom to find Th'vk lying on the bed. His head turned to study her as she came to lie next to him. His arm wrapped around her and drew her closer to him. His skin and warmth was enticing. One of his hands stroked her arm, soothing her. He began to purr and she closed her eyes enjoying it.

He then rolled so that he was looming over her. His eyes were boring into her eyes and there was an intensity that had her heart racing. He grew hotter and his purring got louder as he slowly lowered himself so that his mandibles rested at her neck.

Daisy waited with a coiled stomach to feel his tongue. She felt his mandibles open and his tongue flick against her skin. Her face heated and a groan escaped her open mouth. While one of his arms held himself above her the other touched her skin. His touches were feathery light but steadily grew in strength. His attentions were causing Daisy's mind to fog. And, after abstaining from touching him she gave in. The strength she felt in his arms was mouthwatering. They were taught and flexing underneath her fingertips. He lowered himself further and pressed her into the bed, but not in a harsh manner. When one of his hands fondled her breasts she arched her back and failed to restrain a moan. However, slowly his ministrations slowed and he stopped. Instead he nuzzled her with his mandibles then left.

Propping herself up with her elbows she stared quizzically as he left leaving her both confused and wanting.

The bumping of things was an unusual sound. If fact, since arriving no one had ever been so clumsy or uncoordinated. That was why Natalie found it so curious. When she uncovered her head with the blanket she was even more shocked to find that it was Pol'v who was creating the ruckus. He was leaning against a wall after knocking off a few tools from a self. He then continued making his way to the bed but wasn't able to do so without waddling.

This was something that normally Natalie would have found hilarious, but first she was worried. "Are you okay?" She sat up to get a better look at him. He didn't appear to have any wounds. Nothing seemed to give an answer about why he was being so uncoordinated.

He nodded overzealously. "Yes!"

Natalie squinted her eyes at him. "No. You are not."

He plopped himself on the bed so heavily that she might have been in the air for a split second. His turned to give her his full attention. "I am intoxicated. Drunk. I am otherwise fine." He held his head. "I performed . . . a dare and drank too much." He swayed slightly even while sitting. "Would you retrieve something from that drawer? It is a silver tube with a white tip."

She rose and complied, handing it to him. When he stabbed himself with it her eyes went wide and immediately reached to pull it away from him. "What are you doing?!"

He pulled ejected it and the sighed in relief, "It's medicine. I don't want to be hungover tomorrow."

Natalie's eyebrows rose. "So that's basically an anti-hangover injection."

"Yeah." He nodded as he lay next to her, still intoxicated for the moment.

"So, what does a drunken Yautja usually do?" Her head rested in her hand as she studied him while also secretly admiring his body.

He studied her in return. "Have sex."

His blunt statement had her eyes widening in shock.

"Or we sleep."

Something clicked in her head and she huffed, "You're just trying to get me to stop asking you questions, aren't you!"

This time she knew he was laughing, it was weird and sounded like a chainsaw but she liked it.

"I knew I couldn't pull anything over you, you're too smart for that."

Natalie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Goodnight then."


A/N: I decided to have a quick update after the 2016 (U.S.) Election. I have been rather depressed and lacked a motivation to do anything. I have fallen a little behind on my school work, but I am now trying now to get past my state of depression. I realize that there are other people feeling the same as me. I figure that we all need a little cheering up so I wrote this chapter with a lighthearted tone. I hope this brightens your day, even if you aren't sad about the election. We all need a little happiness in our lives.

To those who liked the other povs, I hope you found my journey into Natalie's life satisfactory.

To those who are admiring the Predators, Same! I am falling in love with all of them…HELP! Tell me who your favorite is so far, I really want to know!

To those who enjoyed the steamy bits, did you like the steamy bit this chapter?

To those who like the fact that these women have different body types, I did this with a purpose because I feel that too often there is only one type of body in stories, so this was me trying to show body positivity.

To those who encourage me to write, thank you and you are very much appreciated.

To all of you, you are not alone and I look forward to hearing more from you.