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Very slight swearing, but I don't think I should even put a warning. It's only once or twice anyway. I'm pretty sure you guys have heard the words before.

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I don't know how long I was out. Seeing as the lights turned off, it was more than an hour. I could feel the cold, steel floor beneath me stick to my warm cheek as I lifted my head.

At the movement, the lights flickered on. I tried to get a better look around by getting my hands underneath me, but something was on my arm. Looking down, I remember freezing in fear.

Lying in a ball on my arm, was a xenomorph. It wasn't bigger than an average house cat, but it was heavy enough to weigh down my arm enough so I couldn't move it. The pink-tinged skin had begun turning black, and reflected the lights from above because of a thin coat of slime.

I saw its side rising and falling with each breath and letting out a small wheezing as it did so. The sound reminded me of a sleeping dog that had a plugged nose.

I looked around for anything I could use to kill the creature. 'Why did I have to go unconscious in the middle of the floor?'

The xenomorph began to fidget. At the movement, I started to hyperventilate. Everyone in the lab knew how dangerous these creatures were. They were nicknamed the most deadly alien in the universe after all.

Its tail wrapped around my wrist when I tried tugging my arms away again. Swallowing my fear, I picked the creature up by grabbing its head. It let out a pig-like squeal, and thrashed back and forth in my hand. Watching it begin to panic, I felt pity, and for a second, I almost released it.

I pushed the thoughts away and with the intent to kill, tossed it across the room. When it hit the wall, there was a small 'snap', followed by the creature erupting a high pitch cry. By the time it managed to stand on its newly developed legs, I was already halfway to the door. My new stitches made it harder to breathe, and if I stretched my arm the wrong way, it irritated the skin around them.

I took a glance back at the xenomorph to see how close it had gotten, only to see something that would make my heart stop cold. Not only was the creature only a few feet away, the thing had four arms, instead of two. It has to be a queen, of all things. My desperation to get out increased tenfold as I pushed my body further.

I let out a small squeak, and whimpered as I felt my stitches dig into my skin. The xenomorph winced as it took another step. I figured it must be because of the impact against the wall, but it didn't seem hurt at all as it continued to get closer. I reached for the keypad for the door, but only managed to reach the bottom few numbers. Pushing myself to a kneeling position, I tried again, this time managing to punch in the first few digits of the code, mistyping the last.

'Dammit! Please! I don't want to die!'

I felt the xenomorph brush up against my leg. I fumbled around with the keypad, but couldn't manage to keep my fingers from shaking. 'It's going to kill me! Let me OUT!'

The creature whined, and began backing away. I sighed in relief. 'Good. Now sit down and stay there.' Surprisingly, it lied down, and tilted its head.

My curiosity won over fear. The way the xenomorph remained still was… unnatural. Every time they were observed, they tended to keep moving. I remember Brandon comparing their movement to snakes a few times.

But why would this xenomorph lie down the moment I imagines it sitting? Being a scientist, I had to test to see if it was a coincidence.

'Come here.' I imagined it walking up to me. The xenomorph did exactly what I wanted it to. When it got close enough, I tentatively reached out to it, still fearing it would bite my hand.

Again, the young queen surprised me. Instead of hissing at my outstretched hand, it pressed its head into my palm. I was so shocked by its reaction, that I yanked my arm away, only to receive a sting of pain. My breath hitched as my body tensed. At the same time, the young queen let out a painful shriek.

'Why would she be in pain? I'm the one who's hurt.'

Wait wait wait… did I just call that thing a she?!

The xenomorph rubbed its head against my chest, and purred soothingly, as if she was trying to ease my pain.

'What the hell?'

From the research I've done, xenomorphs never show affection, especially when humans are involved. Those actions are usually reserved for the queen towards her young. 'So does this xenomorph consider me her daughter?'

The young queen gave a short snort-like sound, as if to declare, 'No.'

'What then? Am I your mother?' The xenomorph pressed its head against my cheek, and made clicking noises. The sound reminded me of echolocation from a dolphin, maybe an orca.

Somehow, the clicking was actually calming me down. I wasn't quite sure how I knew, but I had a feeling that the young queen wanted me to go back to sleep.

I almost did as she wanted me to, but when I remembered that people would be looking for me, I began to panic, imagining them take the xenomorph and experiment on her. The young queen's tail twitched, and she squeaked in fear, pressing herself further into the crook of my neck.

The action actually made me smile. If this xenomorph actually thought I was its mother, then it would look up to me; count on me for support. I knew that a xenomorph grew into a full adult within a day of being born. They had to, in order to survive, but a queen most likely takes longer.

Bracing myself, I pushed my body off the ground. The queen squeaked at my movement, and tried to latch on my arm, only to fall back to the ground. She clawed at my pants leg, begging for me to get back down.

I knew had to save her. Others wouldn't know I influence some of her actions, and they'd take no risk of endangering the labs with a xenomorph outbreak. So I needed to find a way to hide the queen.

There wasn't much lying around in the room. A few containers of oxygen and other operation equipment. The only hope was left in the cabinet on the other side of the room. Albeit unsteady, I managed to make it there after grabbing my lab coat. Inside, there was an assortment of face masks, scrubs, and surgical tools. My hopes of finding hat I needed were gone, until I looked on the highest shelf, where the folded towels lay.

I grabbed one and raced, as best I could, back to where the queen sat. 'Come here' She crawled to my feet without hesitation. I reached down, ignoring how the skin around the stitches stretched. When my fingers wrapped around her head, she let out squeal, and fought to get out of my hold.

'Stay calm. I won't hurt you.' I kept repeating it until I got her wrapped fully in the towel. She obviously didn't like being confined, but with my calming thoughts, she kept still.

Making sure her skin wasn't visible, I also grabbed some other materials to wrap in the fabric, giving the illusion that I was just carrying a bunch of supplies.

'Don't make any sounds.'

She crooned softly to show she understood. I took a breath to prepare myself as I entered the code for the door.

It slid open painfully slow, as if it knew I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. Once it was open far enough, I slid out and staggered down the halls.

I already knew my destination. Every scientist and worker here had their own living quarters. They were maybe three times bigger than a college dorm. Each had a single-person bed, along with a bathroom, complete with a shower and sink, and a small entertainment center. There wasn't much space, but the ceilings were high enough to house a queen full size.

I was surprised I made it to my room without bumping into anybody, and wondered where they all were. My question was answered when I saw the LED light on my clock flashing 11:45; lunch time.

I nearly slammed the door shut behind me, and locked it immediately. I let out a sigh of relief when I knew we were finally safe. Now the only thing to do is make sure not to invite anybody over.

The queen purred in my arms, sending a vibrating current through her body. 'That's right, we're safe'

She nosed her way through the towel enough so that her mouth could be seen through the folds. After giving what looked like a yawn, her breathing became slower and steadier. I smiled at how much like a child she was; how innocent. I realize most others look down on other creatures like xenomorphs. I remember crocodiles, alligators, and snakes are the same. The only difference is that the queen can literally understand me. There's no need for words, and the message can be conveyed directly without interference.

I double checked the lock before setting myself down on my bed. With the bundle in my arms, and the painful stitches in my chest, it was a difficult task. Once I was lying down, I thought of how I'm going to keep the queen without causing havoc. Surely a storage room would do? Or maybe a whole other vacant room? How would I feed her? Assuming they eat at all? What would happen if the other scientists got a hold of her?

Giving the queen a nervous smile, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep away my worries.