Author's Note: Alright first off let me apologize for my little meltdown last chapter, between my family issues and school I've got a lot going down and I am on the edge, and I thank everyone who was totally understanding about it ^^. Thank you.

Warning: Another filler, there might be two more of these before they actually get on the planet. Javelin's POV, sorta unrelated to what's going on with Lex and Scar, but I need a break from that while I'm working it out. Reminder: I'm making up any and all detail on Yautja society based on rumors and theories flying around the internet. I haven't gotten chance to see Predators yet, so anything we might have learned about them in that movie will be ignored until I actually see it.Disclaimer: No, I don't own Alien vs Predator and owning them would not make my life any easier right now, so I'll pass.

Haven

Javelin stood in front of the screen between Crusade and Wrath. An incoming message from the Hish clan had drawn their attention from the matter of Lex and Scar's upcoming ritual. While most Yautja clans were solitary and avoided contact with others, unless there was a fight for territory, the Hish were different.

They created the shared laws. The Hish were highly respected, the only Yautja who would even consider going against them were Bad Bloods who blamed them for the circumstances they were in .The clan consisted of the strongest and wisest Elders of all the known tribes. They were less solitary, often checking in on their clans of origin or trading territorial news. To get contact from them was an honor, or a tragedy.

Today it was both.

They bore grieving news. The Elder from their clan, Wrath's father, had been doing battle with failing health for sometime, and now finally had moved on. Wrath stood straighter, bearing his shoulders back with pride that his father had fought for so long, and died his warrior's death. Only his eyes showed his sadness at the loss. Javelin purred softly and patted him on the back.

Mournful as this news was, it meant that the Hish were short a tribesman from their clan. Though the three were Elders of their own tribe, they were still quite young in the eyes of the Hish. Too young, to take up the position just yet, and the other tribe had no qualms of sharing this predicament.

"However…" Du'Ssin of the Hish said, "The one called Jaev'len, will you step forward." It was not a request, but not a demand.

Javelin blinked, confused as to why he had been summoned by name. Crusade and Wrath edged him forward. He cocked his head as he stepped closer. The Older Yautja examined him carefully from the holo-projector.

"There has been much talk about you." Du'Ssin growled, "You have no heirs. Is that correct?"

"Indeed." Javelin confirmed.

"And it is also you that has been taming the Kainde Amedha queen you captured?" The Hish continued.

"Not taming," he replied, "I don't think their kind can ever be tamed, but understanding, yes, that is me as well." Javelin's heart began to race as Du'Ssin 's growls quieted to communicate with his fellow clansmen.

Why would they bring that up? Did they disagree with his theory that maybe some day the two species could coexist? Would they tell him to discontinue his attempts to tame commune with Xeira? Worse, would they take Xeira away? Javelin wouldn't allow that even if the Hish commanded it.

"And which of you is Kru'saad?" Du'Ssin asked leaving Javelin's concerns unanswered.

Crusade stepped forward, risking a glance over to his friend and long-time hunting partner. He too was worried about the comment about Xeira, and didn't want Javelin acting up. Du'Ssin growled to his companions again before addressing the clan leader.

"Kru'saad, you know tradition calls for each clan to have a tribesman in the Hish," The older Yautja said slowly, "And that in most cases, it is the chief that is summoned to our ranks."

"I know." Crusade, didn't sound comfortable. If he was asked to become one of this Hish it would be a few years yet before he was ready to join, and a great honor, but he would also have to forfeit his family life, probably not even see Glaive grow to be a warrior, or any other Grand children that would be born to his line.

"We hope that it does not insult you in anyway," Du'Ssin continued, "But we have decided that this is one of the times that calls for our new member not to be chief."

All three of them looked up in surprise.

"Jaev'len, when the time comes will you join the Hish clan?" Javelin was shocked, and could not answer. Crusade nudged him, but still he could not bring himself to form a reply. Du'Ssin understood his surprise however, and welcomed him to take his time in answering. "We will be awaiting you." The Hish said before he cut the transmission, leaving the three Elders in stunned silence.

Javelin turned around slowly, and received a sudden bear hug from Wrath. Crusade and Wrath smothered him with congratulations. There was no envy among the old friends, they'd been a team too long for petty things like jealousy. What was an honor for one, was an honor for all of them.

And Javelin had no family he would be leaving behind if he accepted, making it less painful, but still he was not sure about his choice. If he joined the Hish would he be able to take Xeira along? Would she be able to adjust to the new environment? He wanted to voice his concerns, but decided to leave them for now.

There were other things, more immediate things that Crusade needed to attend, and Wrath had some duties to complete as well. They congratulated Javelin once more before going on their way. Javelin stood alone in the room, growling to himself, and feeling a swell of pride. He hadn't been down to see Xeira yet today, and he couldn't wait to share the news with her.

Destiny is a funny thing, he thought, you think you're life is heading in one direction, but then fate finds a way to change what you think is true, for better or for worse.

Or for worse…

Author's end note: Yeah…Throwing this out their a little randomly I guess, but still in the process of creating the world Lex and Scar are going to, so I thought now would be a good time place to drop this bomb. Another thing, I decided a long time ago that the whole, having names that sound like human words is something only this clan does in honor of Fisher, so any other Yautja is going to end up with names that you have to wonder about pronunciation.