Lex finally acknowledges her feelings for Scar. But will she live long enough to tell him just what it is she feels? This chapter has some sexual intimations, so if you are offended by that, or don't care for inter-specie intimacy, don't read please. I raised the rating for this chapter. Nothing explicit though.

I don't own anything AVP, just like writing about it for fun.

When an enemy becomes a friend chapter 11

Lex wandered the corridors, looking for Scar. Where was he? It seemed he was never very far from her. She called to him, looking in every room. She checked the control room and saw that no one was there, not even an elder. This was very strange. She could not be the last person on this massive ship. Had there been an evacuation? Why had no one notified her?

Lex continued looking for Scar. As she turned a corner, she almost ran right into him. But he was human. He swept her up into his arms, and carried her back to their quarters. It can't be you, Lex thought. But she looked into his eyes and recognized the warm, golden amber.

He lay her upon the sleep mat. He stood there, smiling at her as he removed his clothing. His gaze did not waver from hers for a moment. He then removed her clothing, little as there was, and lay next to her on the mat.

Lex was stunned. This was not Scar, yet it was. He was human, with those distinctive Yautja eyes. She reached up to caress his shoulder. It was smooth like a human's, without the markings she was used to. She touched his face, running her finger along his brows, down his nose, and along his very human lips. His mouth opened, and he sucked gently on the tip of her finger. He cupped her cheek with his hand, which no longer had claws. He brought his face closer to hers, and kissed her. Lex could not believe what her eyes were seeing. It just wasn't possible. Her senses must be confused because of the injuries she had received.

Scar who was not Scar ran a finger along her neck, across her breastbone and down between her breasts. A hand cupped one tantalizingly. Lex couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. Had she longed for this all along? But he was not human, and so this could not be him. But every fiber of her being told her it was.

"Lex, don't question. Accept what I feel for you, what you feel for me." He kissed her again more deeply, his tongue tasting hers. His hand slid down the outside of her thigh, as she....

Lex awoke with a start. The face above hers was the one she was familiar with. Her Yautja companion. The dream left behind residual feelings, and she felt her cheeks go hot, but her injury brought her back to painful reality. "What happened?" She tried to rise, but a firm hand held her down.

"Lie down. You will open the wound." Scar's eyes shown a certain severity at this moment, as his feelings of concern superceded any joy he had in seeing her alive and conscious.

Lex was too tired to even think about arguing. But she didn't want to stay here in the open and antiseptic medical bay. "Take me to our room, please," she asked weakly.

Scar slipped his hands beneath her, despite the protests of the healer. He turned sharply, dreadlocks flying, as a warning growl issued from flared mandibles. Scar turned back to the fragile female in his arms and proceeded out into the corridor. His own wound was almost fully healed. The pain he was feeling was not for himself, but for Lex. He had her back now. The other hunters stepped aside as Scar passed, many nodding in respect. To them, Lex had proven herself in battle. They knew she had chosen to return to the ship even before the fighting had started. If she recovered fully, they would honour her at the celebration. If she recovered.

To Scar, she felt so light in his arms. Her skin was not the golden brown he was used to, she was so pale from blood loss. But she was alive. The others were dead, and Lex was alive.

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When Scar reached their quarters, he gently lay Lex upon the bed. Lex felt as if she was back in the dream. Only this time, he lay the small blanket that had covered her naked body in the medical bay over her, and checked the wound again. She winced when he touched it. The spear had gone deep, and it would take the medicine a few days to penetrate into the deeper layers of flesh. The outer skin looked healed, but that was deceptive. Scar would have to make sure she did nothing to pull at the skin and flesh below.

Lex watched Scar sit at the bottom of the sleep mat, doing something with his wrist computer. She had to smile at Scar's concern for her. Their relationship had moved through several layers, going from wary allies, to a trainer/student role, now to caring companions. She trusted him, and it must have been he who brought her safely to the ship. All she remembered was putting herself between Scar and the spear she saw flying at him. Obviously, she had lived, but it sure hurt like hell. Now the question in her mind was, why had she had an erotic dream about him? And why did he appear human in her dream? Ok, the latter she might understand. She cared about Scar, and he was an alien, very much not a human. Even if she wanted him, physically, it was not possible. She had seen his anatomy enough to be comfortable with him, and she trusted him not to impose himself on her. But were they physically compatible? He had come for her. He told her he wanted her with him. Why wouldn't he just find a Yautja female, and take the pressure off her? What was she thinking anyway. She wanted to laugh aloud, but the pain stopped her. She could only exhale a very weak chuckle.

Scar looked up when he heard the noise and saw Lex, eyes closed, smiling. Like in the medical bay, when she had smiled as she lay unconscious. She had explained once what a smile was, what one meant. He didn't grasp the need, but he understood why a ooman might smile. His people couldn't smile, but they could show joy and pleasure, even if a ooman could not read it in their faces. If Lex could smile, then perhaps she would be strong enough to recover.

As Lex slept, Scar was growing weary himself. He had been filing his report for the archives, but had to stop. Killing is a tiring business, and he just wanted sleep. He gently lay next to Lex, careful not to awaken her. He lay on his side to give her more room, and looked down at his female. Yes, she was his female. Even if someday she were to return to her people or die in battle, she would always be his female. He had asked her to return to him, and she had. She had proven her courage, strength and adaptability over and over. If any meddled with her, they would face his anger. Strange, how some things bring one to maturity very quickly. He was so young, yet he felt years older than he would have imagined when he had entered the pyramid structure on the ooman world.

Lex murmured in her sleep. She opened her eyes, and seeing Scar lying next to her, she reached out to touch his very Yautja face. "Touch me," she whispered.

Scar was surprised, but did as she asked. He ran a finger along her face, causing Lex to laugh weakly, as it tickled her. He brought it down to her good shoulder, feeling the smooth, unmarked skin, so unlike his own When his hand touched the protuberances on her chest, he heard Lex murmur again. His journey continued until he lay his hand over hers, and she wrapped her hand around his large thumb. Her steady breathing told him she was sleeping. Once they were awake, perhaps she would feel well enough to speak with him. He knew she would want to know what happened to the others on the planet. And he had some things more personal to discuss with her. He wondered, would she feel the same about staying on the ship, once he told her? And, would she feel the same about him?