Authors note: Sorry it took me so long to post another chapter. I found it quite difficult to write, because English isn't my native language, so I had to translate most of the things from my own. Either way, finally there will be some action in the story. Don't know for how long will I manage to keep the action, because I really s*ck at it, but I'll try to do my best! I really appreciate that you comment on my story and I encourage all of you to do so. Even if it's only criticism. Every words of you criticism will be taken into account and I will try to fix things, if I can.

MisceviousMidnight: For those who are following my Midnight story, I will try to upload new chapter on Monday. Probably evening. I cannot promise on that, thought I would like myself to finish it tomorrow...

Taking care of the guest

And what was she thinking? Samara huffed and stopped for a moment, straightening herself up. Her back was still sore from the time she fell down from the top of the ship, and dragging a 300 pound alien was not helping her to get better... She had some (actually a lot) doubt about this decision in taking him with her, but she couldn't just leave him there bleed to death, now could she? No matter how threatening he looked, while he was standing up and growling at her, she still hoped he will be friendly enough when he wakes up all patched up. Well, who wouldn't be angry, if their ship crashed in some foreign planet? Before Sam started to drag him through the forest floor, because he was just too heavy to carry, she took a closer look at his gadgets. From the looks of it, they seemed to add additional 100 pounds to his whole weight, and Sam had no intentions to strain her back... She took off the weapon (or a very interesting looking camera) from his left shoulder, trying not to snag any little tubes sticking out of his helmet. She also found some throwing disks and an extractable spear, which went to the pile at once. She won't be dragging more than he weights by himself, that was for sure. Last one to come off was some sort of mechanism on his left wrist. Sam didn't give much attention to it and put it next to all the other weapons she found on the alien. However, she left his armor on and something that looked like a little air bank, thinking, that it won't do any good, if he starts to suffocate.

After what seemed like a half an hour of dragging the damned thing through the forest, Samara finally reached her truck. She pressed the handle and the tailgate popped open. She could have tried to put the alien in the passenger's seat, but she really doubted he will fit in there... Standing with her back turned to the tailgate, Sam put all the strength she had to pull up the alien and lay him in the back of the truck. "God, why do you weight so much?" she asked for the fourth time, and somehow managed to drop him on the bed. She pushed him a little bit further and laid him on his back. The wound on his side looked nasty. While dragging him, Sam noticed that whatever made this wound, it came right through his back, since he had the same wound on his back too. Looked like something stabbed him with a harpoon and then took it out, taking a good amount of meat with it... But his chest was slightly moving, so it seemed it wasn't a fatal wound. The cut wounds on his leg weren't as bad. They were deep, but not as fleshy, so they should heal pretty fast. Samara looked around searching for some sort of clean cloth, but the ones she found were stained with engine oil. She couldn't out those on the wounds... Giving an annoyed growl, Sam dropped down her jacked and took off her t-shirt, ripping it in two and pressing to the aliens wounds, trying to slow down the bleeding at least for a bit. He already lost a good amount of blood, talking in human terms, and for some reason Sam wanted to keep him alive. She put on her jacket again and zipped up, so she wouldn't get cold sitting only in her bra. Sam looked at herself. Her jeans, jacket and especially hands were covered in this green luminous blood. "I hope this thing washes off..." she muttered, while climbing out of the back and closing the tailgate. "Hold on, you big piece of meat..." she whispered to the alien, hoping she will make it in time to get back home to stop his bleeding. But before coming straight home, she ran back to the ship and took all of the weapons she put in the pile. Throwing them onto the seat next to her, Sam jumped into the driver's seat and drove back home. "Damn it... Where will I put him?" she murmured, while going down the road, driving way over the speed limit.

Instead of stopping in front of garage, like usual, Sam drove further into the backyard. There was a little tool shed, where Lucas kept all of his tools and other, not really necessary at that moment, things. When Sam was little, she loved to hang out in the said shed, while playing silently in one corner, while her dad was working on something. He even brought a pretty big mattress for her, so she wouldn't play on the cold ground. As she remembered, the mattress should still be in there, as long with her old toys sitting somewhere on the shelves. Stopping right in front of the shed, Sam jumped out of the car and ran to its door. She flipped the rock, that was near it and took the spare key from the shack. After unlocking the door, she turned on the lights and looked over to the corner she used to play in. Yes, the mattress was still in its place. Sam had a thought to bring the alien to the house and treating its wounds there, but remembering about his strange green blood, about which she had no idea, if it does wash off or not, she pushed that thought away. He will have to satisfy with an old shack at the moment. Running back to her truck, she popped open the tailgate and dragged the alien out of it. She lost her balance for a moment, right before she could fully get him out, so he fell right on top of her with his all weight. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." Sam mumbled, feeling how she was starting to suffocate, and pushed the alien off of her. "Dude, you have no idea how much you owe me right now..." she muttered through her teeth and stood up, dragging the creature to the shed and laying him on the mattress. Sighing heavily, Sam knelt beside him to take a better look at the wounds, trying to remember where were they keeping the first aid kit.

While getting out of the shack, Sam gave a look towards the truck, but parking it in place wasn't the main priority now. She will have to clean it too, before putting it in front of the garage again... Quickly, she ran inside the house through the backdoor and took out the first aid kit from one of the lower counters in the kitchen. She had no idea, if the alien was allergic to any of the chemicals that were in human medicine or not, she just hoped, that he'll be fine. And again, she had nothing else to think, but to hope... After quickly washing her hands with a soap, from all the green blood, Sam took the med kit and ran back to the shed. There was already a pretty big blood stain on the mattress when she got back and it made her curse once more. She knelt down next to the alien and opened the med kit. She took the hydrogen peroxide so she could disinfect the wounds, but stopped before she could poor the liquid on them. What if he is allergic to it? Won't that be even worse? She thought, while throwing away the cloths that were her t-shirt not so long ago, but now were soaked with alien blood. 'Oh, God damn, I have no time to think about his allergies!' Sam yelled in her mind and poured hydrogen peroxide on the fleshy wound on his waist. The liquid foamed up immediately, killing all the bacteria. She heard a light growl, coming out of the aliens mask. Though, any other person would get ten feet away, Sam just gazed at him with understanding look. She knew how uncomfortable it was, to have your wounds cleaned... But at least he didn't jump on her and went back to being unconscious. While the wound on his waist was still foaming, she poured some on his leg wounds too. This time there was no reaction. She gently drained the liquid from the wounds with a piece of bandage and poured the peroxide once again. She took out some big medical patches, big enough to cover the wound and placed it on the biggest wound. Then , she somehow rolled him on his side and did the cleaning on the wound in his back. She then wrapped the wounds with the bandage, pressing them as hard as she can, so they would stop bleeding. When she finished this little (big!) medical deed, Sam sighed and looked at her hands. She was covered in blood again, no matter how much she tried to stay clean. She was just not meant to be a nurse... She stood up and put the med kit in on the shelf. He might not need for a new pair of bandages, but she didn't want to risk it in seeing him soaked in blood again and not have the med kit nearby. Giving another look towards the alien, Sam sighed, this time a bit lighter and walked out of the shed. She was in big need of another hot shower...

She gave not even a single thought about going to sleep. Well, how could she think of that right now? There's was a god damn alien in her tool shed, and his ship was still in the middle of the forest, which made Samara more worried. It was quite silent night and she heard nothing more coming from the forest, so she assumed that the ship had no more explosions, but she wasn't sure. Well, at least, she saw no smoke, while looking that way... Sam jumped out of the back of her truck and closed the tailgate. In the past hour she managed to do only two things - panic and clean the blood from the back of the truck and the front. Though at first it seemed, that the strange luminous blood won't be so easy to clean, it went off pretty quickly. And she thanked God for that, even though she was far from being religious. After driving her truck back to its usual parking spot, she gave a quick visit to the alien, wondering how were his wounds. They were still bleeding, but not as much as before. Sam got scared at first, when she came back to him, because it seemed that he wasn't breathing, but when she gently placed her hand on his chest, she felt a slight movement. He was just asleep... She quickly changed the bandages to new ones, hoping that these will last until morning. However, she did notice one strange thing. The wound not also stopped bleeding so much, but they seemed also smaller. The cuts on his leg weren't so deep anymore and the flesh wound on his waist looked slightly smaller. Sam tilted her head a bit, while examining the situation, thinking how could this be happening? Apparently, the alien had a lot better regeneration than the humans... After changing his bandages, Sam left the shed and walked towards the terrace, sitting on the little steps and lighting a cigarette. She left the light inside the shed, so she could see if the alien wakes up. What a night...

After another hour sitting in the balcony, wrapped up in a blanket, Samara felt kind of hungry. It seemed that the adrenaline started finally to fade away and hunger was one of the things that she started to feel, together with her back. She'll have to take some painkillers, so the annoying pain in her spine wouldn't drive her mad. She slowly stood up, giving another look to the shack. There was no movement seen through the little window so she guessed, that the alien was still laying on the mattress. Though, she was risking in leaving and not keeping an eye on him, but the hunger grew in every second, so she walked to the kitchen to grab something to eat. She put some mini-pizzas in the microwave and took an orange to eat at the mean time. While peeling the fruit, Sam once more re-thought the fact, that there was an alien in her shed. And just this evening she was sure she will never be able to see one in her life time. How more crazy could this night become to her? After the mini-pizzas were simply devoured by the hungry female, Sam took some painkillers and sighed, looking at the fridge. The alien probably will be hungry too, when he wakes up, but, just like before, she had no idea if any of human foods were good for him. But either way she still put some oranges and bananas on a tray, together with a bowl of water. She was about to take it to the shed, when she got another idea. He might be a carnivore... So she took out some raw chicken breasts out of the freezer, together with yesterdays stakes and put them on separate plates. She had no clue, either he likes it raw or cooked, but just as always, she hoped he'll find at least something worth to eat. Before she went back outside, Sam made herself a cup of strong black coffee. There was no way she will go to sleep, while that creature was in her shed... She took the tray with the goods and walked back to the shack. Peeping through the window, she saw the alien still laying on his back and probably sleeping, so she silently entered the shed and placed the tray next to him. Not really wanting to stay next to him for too long, Sam went back to the balcony and sat in her rocking-chair, while drinking her coffee and smoking another cigarette. 'I should probably tell dad about this...' she thought, but quickly threw that thought away. She didn't need him to run back home from his honey moon. No, she will keep this for herself, and maybe the alien won't stay here for too long? Maybe a rescue team will come for him?

Another hour has passed and Samara was almost out of cigarettes. God, she had the right to smoke like a fucking chimney right now! Who else wouldn't smoke so much, if they were as stressed as she was? Sam sighed, looking at the last three cigarettes and dropped the pack on the table next to the rocking-chair. She was bored and tired, but she still didn't want to leave and go to sleep, even though there was no signs of the alien being awake. She had to find something to do, before the sun started to rise. It was 3:30am, and if not for the bushes and trees, she could already see the lightened horizon. Rubbing her eyes slightly, she stood up and walked around the house and to her truck. She remembered, that she took the aliens weapons and dropped them on the passenger's seat. Maybe examining them will bring her out of boredom? She took the weapons and came back to her spot in the balcony, so she could keep an eye on the shed in the mean time. The first one to catch her attention was the gadget, that looked something like a little cannon. If Sam remembered that correctly, it was fixed on the aliens left shoulder. Not really sure what kind of ammunition it shoots, she decided not to try and find it out, just in case if it might turn her house into a crisp, so the cannon was soon put away. However, other things were not so complicated. There was something that looked similar to a throwing disk or a shuriken, only bigger, more suitable for the alien, seeing how big he was. And it weighted somewhere around 35 pounds, maybe even more, she couldn't really tell. The claws on the disk were really sharp and pointy, and it didn't look similar to any metal she saw. It definitely wasn't iron or steel, it was tougher than any of those. She also found a button, that retracted the claws when pressed and vice versa. Sam even had a thought to keep it for herself, but what will she do with 35 pound over-sized shuriken? Throw at bears? Giving a light chuckle, she shook her head and put the disk next to the cannon. No, she won't be needing this, or any of his weapons... That was her thought, but she then took the retractable spear she found on the alien. Why, this was a weapon worth all of her attention. After taking those Weapon Dance classes with Stella, Samara was crazy about spears and poles. While retracted, the spear wasn't longer than her arm and looked more like a big metal stick, but, just like on the disk, there was a button, that extracted the spear from both of its ends. At one end there was the spear with the pointy end, while on the other there were some sort of claws, that looked more like a small trident. Sam stood up to see how long it was compared to her height. It was a little bit over her head, so she guessed it was 6 feet and maybe 1 or 2 inches long. It was also quite heavy, but not as much as the disk. She assumed, that the spear was supposed to be slightly lighter. It was made from the same metal, just like the disk. Sam stood straight and rotated the spear in her arms, feeling how easier it was to control with every circle it made. She took a step forward, lunged the trident end into the ground and jumped up, turning over in the air and landing afterwards, quickly taking the spear out of the ground and pointing the spear end towards the invisible enemy. After this little move, Sam straightened herself up and sat back down on the steps. Indeed a very good weapon... After playing with the spear and the disks for another half an hour, she put the weapons inside the cabinet which was in the same terrace and curled up back on the rocking-chair to continue her watch on the shed. She didn't notice how the exhaustion took the best of her and when she fell asleep.

Sam flinched and quickly opened her eyes, when she heard the sound of motorcycle driving past her house. She rubbed her eyes and looked around a bit confused about how did she ended up in the balcony. Still half-asleep she stood up and went to the kitchen to see what hour it was. It seemed pretty late, since sun was shining right in the eyes, when she woke up. Giving a sweet yawn, she looked up at the clock on the wall, right next to the fridge and sighed. It was already quarter past 10 in the morning. Though she loved to sleep, Sam was more of a morning person. She would usually get up at 7 or 8 am, sometimes at 9 in the morning, but never this late. She poured some water in the kettle, so she could make some coffee and leaned to the wall with her back, thinking what the hell happened last night. The throbbing pain in her back made her remember everything at once. There was a fucking alien in her shed! Jumping, like somebody has poked her with a needle, Samara made her way towards the backdoor, but she soon stopped, when a seven foot wall stood in her path. Sam jumped up a good pair of inches in the air and almost fell down. Slowly looking up she saw the alien looking down at her and heard a silent, but not very friendly growl. For a moment Sam was glad, that he was fine and walking only after few hours, but soon she had to run as the alien roared and tried to catch her. How will she ever get out of this mess now?!