Author's Note: Yay, POV switch! I know a few have been wondering when I would change from Lex's view to someone else, and I really wanted to get the switching of POVs Done, but I had a lot of things Lex needed to learn and find before I could, and if I tried to jumble them all into one or two chapters they would have been too long. Thanks for sticking around for another chapter.
Warning: Scar's POV. I'M MAKING UP DETAILS ABOUT HOW THE YAUTJA SOCIETY WORKS. Some romantic tension, a little fight between Lex and Scar, some fatherly advice, just a little bit about Scar's childhood. Glaive gets a warning all of his own.

Disclaimer: All OCs belong to me with the exception of Xeira who belongs to my twin, the characterization of Lex and Scar at this point is all my idea, but AVP still isn't mine to claim.

Haven

It wasn't the fault of either of them, really, Scar just wasn't as ready to be a teacher as he thought he was, and Lex was too…out of emotional balance to put up with his lack of patience.

The young Predator had guided his human companion to a more secluded part of the Kehrite, used only for personal training between a master and a learner. He'd been excited, but he'd also known that teaching Lex how to use their weapons would be a challenge, but he hadn't realized how difficult it would be.

Scar had already gathered a bunch of weapons from the armory, Lex wasn't expected to learn how to use them all, no Yautja was, but he'd picked out ones he thought Lex might be interested in using.

As he expected, Lex was attracted to the smaller, lighter weapons used by faster warriors, she took a few looks at the medium sized weapons, but the really heavy ones she didn't glance twice at. This was good, Scar himself relied more on speed, stealth, and intellect than brute strength and fire power. He thought that would make training easier.

He motioned for her to pick a weapon to start with, gingerly, Lex picked up a Ki'cte-pa, a lighter model then the one he used. Nodding that he approved of her weapon of choice Scar beckoned her forward, drawing out his Ki'cte-pa.

The first move he made was an attack demonstration. He placed his feet apart in a defensive stance, then twisted his upper body, and using practiced footwork he advanced forward four paces and thrust the Ki'cte-pa at the air in front of him, attacking an invisible enemy. Scar lowered his weapon and motioned for Lex to do the same.

The human looked at the Ki'cte-pa in her hands, Scar tried not to think about how he had seen her undressed earlier, simply trying to focus on her stance.

"H'ko." He growled, she was standing with her knees to close together. He tried to communicate this to her. Scar waved his hands to get the woman's attention, when she looked at him, he moved his legs together, imitating her stance, then he moved them apart to show the correct way.

Lex didn't understand, he showed her the whole demonstration again, but when she tried to mimic it, her stance was still too weak. He snarled at her, and hit her gently on the skull, the traditional Yautja way of telling someone to use their head. Lex glared at him, she didn't get why he had just done that. Scar showed her again what she was doing and what she was supposed to be doing.

At last Lex stood so her knees were far enough apart. She twisted, weakly, Scar snarled again, showing her the correct motion. If you don't do this the right way, he wanted to tell her, you won't get enough power into your attack.

He meant well. He really did. Scar knew already that he liked her, more than his father thought he should. She meant a lot to him, and he wanted to make sure she didn't get killed when the trial took place. But she was making it so difficult.

First she was getting frustrated, next he was getting frustrated. Scar thought maybe they should try a simpler weapon. He pulled out his shuriken, and tossed it. It boomeranged back to him, and he caught it with ease. He turned to Lex, of course since this was her first time using such a thing she would need to use hand protecting gloves to make sure she didn't cut her fingers off, they were also among the equipment he had brought her.

She shook her head. "No way. I am not using that!" Not understanding her words Scar put the shuriken in her hands and went over to get the gloves. "Scar I'm not going to use this thing!" she shouted defiantly, following him and trying to push the weapon back into his hands.

This went on. They'd try to use one weapon only to find themselves losing patience with each other. They'd move on to another, and get the same result. Scar roared and barked, Lex shouted and glared, until finally she threw the latest weapon on the ground and stormed off.

"Lehkz!" He called after her.

As she headed toward a door to the hall, it opened and Crusade stepped through dragging Glaive behind him.

"Mei-jadhi!" Glaive chirped, but Lex stopped only a moment to look at his father.

"Your son is impossible!" She snapped and continued on her way out.

Glaive wailed, trying to get her attention, Crusade watched her stomp away before slowly turning toward Scar, "What did you do?" He demanded.

Scar growled and explained what had happened. He let Lex pick the weapon, and showed her how to use it, but she wouldn't get it right. He was sure to mention that he knew what was going on with her, after all, pups stayed at home with the women until they were old enough to join the hunt, he knew Lex would be moody, but not outright intolerable.

Crusade shoved his son's shoulder, "You have much to learn yourself." He growled, "A teacher must learn what his student needs before he can begin to instruct. Lhrueckz doesn't learn the same way we do. You must find out how she understands things, or else let someone else do it." Crusade emphasized the last part, hoping that Scar would catch the hint.

His son growled, "No, I want to teach her." He knew Lex longest of all the Yautja, he had fought at her side, and faced certain death with her and returned alive. But he didn't know her as well as he wanted. He could teach her to fight and she could teach him to speak her language so they could communicate. That was what he really wanted, to get to know Lex better.

Crusade seemed like he was going to say something, but became distracted with Glaive, as his youngest tugged on the strap trying to yank himself free so he could go find Lex. The child was too young to care about bloodings and honor, all he knew was that Lex was something he'd never seen, and that he wanted to play with her.

Crusade snarled at him, scolding him, and telling him to behave himself. Scar gazed at his little brother, Glaive was so much like him it was funny for Scar, a little scary for everyone else. Watching his brother get reprehended for his behavior made Scar reminisce about his own childhood which he spent terrorizing the rest of clan, often getting this same speech from their mother for chasing the girls with dead animals. When the youngest of Crusade's sons was born there had been concern about Scar and sibling rivalry, but Scar had other ideas, when he saw Glaive for the first time he knew right then and there that his little brother was his, and the time they had spent growing up together was filled with mischief and mayhem, good hearted fun, but a nuisance for their mother and sisters…ah, those were the days…

Scar's nostalgia faded away as Crusade managed to get Glaive to halt his errant behavior, though as soon as their father's eyes were off him Glaive lifted the leash to his teeth and started trying to gnaw it off.

Crusade studied his other son for a moment, "You are like me Scar, like your brothers before you. You are a visual learner; if you can see it you can do it, which is why you honed your skills as a warrior so quickly." He paused, "Consider Khelt'ik and Chop'ur, remember how much longer it took them to train? Dod'j and Buhr'nn? Talk to them, see how they learned to fight."

Scar's heart tugged at the mention of Celtic and Chopper, they too had been his friends, he'd been thrilled to hunt with them, but they were gone now. He nodded his head; Crusade patted his shoulder telling him he would talk to Lex, see if he could convince her to give this another try later.

Scar did talk to Dodge and Burn, as well as a few other Youngbloods about how their teachers had trained them, and went to bed after that. Now he stood in the Kehrite, waiting for Lex, hoping this time he could get it right. She appeared, Scar took a step toward her, but she glared at him, seemingly still upset about what had happened during their last session.

He'd asked his father to help him with the English words he attempted next "Ahm… Sarrie." It was an apology, he hoped she accepted it, never mind understood it. Lex continued eyeing him like she might run him through with the next weapon she picked up, but nodded. Scar picked up the Ki'cte-pa they'd attempted to train with last time and placed it in her hands, but this time, he did not try to show her how to use it, he taught her.

Moving behind Lex, Scar placed his hands over his on the Ki'cte-pa, moving them gently so that she gripped it correctly. Next he moved her legs, so that they were distanced evenly, he pulled her close to him, so close that he could feel her back against his stomach. His heart began to pound at the closeness, but he gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate on the movement he was teaching her.

Slowly he twisted his upper body, hers along with it, and moved back. Again he twisted, and returned to their original position. He did this a couple of times, gaining speed with every twist until they reach the proper pace. Then he let her go and moved in front of her so that he could watch as she attempted it on her own.

She gripped the spear tighter and locked her legs in the stance Scar had positioned them, and twisted forward. The woman managed to perform a perfect preface to the technique. This time Scar took out his own Ki'cte-pa and stood at her side as he demonstrated the foot work necessary to proceed with the actual attack. Right foot forward, left foot, side-step right, twirl and thrust.

Lex followed his example. The maneuver was delivered correctly, but for the fact that she let her arms go limp at the thrust, making it so that, had she been fighting a real enemy, the blow would have been easily deflected. Scar moved behind her again, talking hold of her arms and forcing them forward, squeezing slightly trying to communicate that she needed to keep her muscles firm. Lex repeated her practice attack, her form improved and this time the finishing move was stronger, not exactly perfect, but good enough for now.

She turned to him with a curious look, as if asking how she had done, "That was good." He said in his own language, nodding with approval.

Lex smiled, her anger at him was gone, "I did alright?"

"Ahlrite." He repeated nodding again.

He showed her other moves, many of them took longer to get to a satisfactory execution, some less time, but Scar noted that Lex caught on quickly. She wasn't much right now, but the human had the makings of a great hunter in her. Perhaps she was descended from a great soldier of her own kind, and the blood of the warrior ran through her veins.

Finally, they both grew tired, that was enough training for now. Scar set his weapon down, clicking to get Lex's attention, and motioning for her to do the same. They sat down and there was silence for a moment.

"Well…" Lex said suddenly, turning to look at him, "Your dad told me you wanted to learn English…so…."

The young Yautja didn't have any idea of what she was saying, but her strange words reminded him that he did want to be taught her language. He sat and waited cocking his head and purring inquiringly at her silence.

The truth was, Lex had no idea how she was going to teach Scar how to speak. Had Fisher taught Crusade, Javelin, and Wrath? How? She tapped her knee contemplatively, and at last heaved a heavy sigh, and pulled her bangs out of her face. With a finger she pointed to her eye. "Eye." She said.

Scar clicked and did the same, realizing she was naming parts of the body, "A…ah-ahye?" he repeated with a slight hesitation as he tried his best to pronounce it right.

She nodded, "That's right. E-Y-E."

"Rii't…Ahye." He mimicked, then thought perhaps he should teach her Yautja language at the same time. What was it that she had told his father? Kill two birds with one stone? "Dekna."

"D…" She reiterated, "Dek nah…?"

"Rii't."

She laughed, strange as it was to him, Scar enjoyed the sound and joined her with his trilling laughter. He used a hand to frame his whole cranium, "Syra'yte"

"Sirah Yit…Head" She giggled, her pronunciation was horrible, she could not growl and rumble in the right places.

Scar took her hand and put it on his throat so that she could feel its vibration as he repeated the word, "Syra'yte." Then he decided to tag on the English version, "Hehd."

"S-srah-yit." Lex said, again the pronunciation was horrible, but Scar thought perhaps it really was the best her vocal cords could manage.

It didn't matter, he thought suddenly, if they ever learned how to say each others words perfectly. If they could just learn the words and what they meant, they could still talk to each other. It could take some time, but Scar knew that they could do that much.

After all, if the two of them passed the final trial, they had all the time they needed.

Author's end note: Yeah…okay writing fight/training scenes aren't exactly my forte and trying to learn a new language, let alone teach it, is a lot harder to do than media makes it seem. So that's what I've got so far…and I really have no idea what I'm saying right now, so you might as well stop reading the rest of this note here, because it has absolutely nothing of value it, it just looks like it does because its long, but really it doesn't…I have a sudden craving for Chinese food…

Editor's note: Sorry about that, Zae's had a long weekend and didn't feel up to writing much, hopefully next time will be a bit better.

Kehrite- training area

Ki'cte-pa- Combistick

H'ko- No

Mei-jadhi- sister

Dekna- Can mean, "eye, eyes, or eyeballs"

Syra'yte- Head