AN: I've wanted to write a M/M fic for AVP for a long time now. Very long. and now here it is. As for my other fics, I will finish as many as I can. Please be patient. My college days are almost here and I have a summer of free time if I can ace the next test, so please wish me luck!
Summary: Jeremy Brooks, ex-navy seal, gets mouth-raped and has an alien baby. Sad thing is he's alive and the alien seems very possessive of its 'mommy'. Meanwhile, their small town in Colorado is being turned into an alien hunting ground and a certain predator has taken an interest in Jeremy. This only happens in America. LOL
WARNING: M/M slash, interspecies relationships and maybe gore. (I'm so proud.)
RATING: T (this chap)
Jeremy Brooks woke in a bathtub filled with ice. Pain lanced through him like a hot knife through butter. A single horrifying realization struck him and he just knew his kidneys had been stolen. They had torn out his organs and he would die horribly of some gruesome disease like uremia. With that woeful thought firmly planted in his head, he tried to pull his body into a sitting position. He'd served in the Navy for four years until his damn accident but he still had his pride and would rather die sitting up than lying helplessly in the cold ice.
Remy's chest felt like it was splitting open and he screamed against the pain. There was an eternal moment when he thought he was going to fall back in to the dirty blood stained bathtub, but then gravity took him into her arms face down. He flopped over the edge and met the cold tiled floor. The pain almost took him again. His chest smarted and burned in protest against his actions and black spots danced in his vision. Remy sat up slowly, his fingers slipping on the edge of the tub in his haste to sit up and assess his surroundings.
There was the faint sound of car traffic somewhere to his right and the wind blew in from the east, bringing flakes of cold snow. As if the snow had suddenly reminded his body of its current environment, he started to shiver. It felt like well over an hour before he found the strength to move another inch. There was an old snow suit over his naked chest. He could feel the scratchy material irritating his skin and Remy slowly unbuttoned the coat. His breath hissed out in a low curse.
There was an almost seven inch wound in his chest. It was roughly cut but the stitches were neat and spaced evenly. The skin around the wound seemed swollen and puffy. A clear yellow liquid had oozed out and crusted around the wound. He picked at it and nearly blacked out again. Slowly but determined, he reached out an arm and touched the space behind his back where his kidneys would be and felt relief wash over him. The skin there was unblemished. But what if they had planted something in his chest, like a bomb or something? Groaning several curses, he zipped the snow suit up to the nape of his neck and tried to stand. It took four tries before he was on his feet, holding onto the wall for support.
He was in an unfinished building somewhere in the city. It took roughly over an hour for him to get down two flights of dusty stairs and into the unfinished lobby of the building. Construction crew workers were hanging around casually, smoking cigarettes and drinking hot drinks when Remy stumbled out into the lobby. He took one slow unfocused look at the dumbstruck men; their cigarettes were dangling stupidly from their mouths.
"Mate, you ok there?" one of them asked tentatively.
He knew his face was probably as pale as the snow outside. "Get me a fucking ambulance, please."
Then Remy face-planted blissfully into the cold hard ground.
"Mr. Brooks are you awake?" someone was calling his name. Remy felt his body drift slowly down to earth. His eyelids fluttered slowly. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around. There was a round faced nurse standing next to the bed.
Remy felt his heart flutter when he saw his little girl. Her vivid blue eyes were huge in her pale face. He noticed that she had lost some more weight.
"Hey, Muffin." he croaked at her and his wonderful daughter laughed and slipped a piece of ice into his mouth to moist his lips. For a single moment, he wanted to puke so badly his body nearly convulsed. He was probably never going to stand looking at ice cubes ever again.
"How do you feel, Mr. Brooks?" the nurse asked kindly, using the remote to help him sit up. His whole body felt numb. There was probably assload of drugs in his system, enough to bring down a bull elephant. Agnes was watching him carefully, her eyes much too mature for a girl of six.
"I feel great, thanks." he just had to lie. He turned to his black haired baby girl. "How are you, Miss Muffin?"
She giggled and the sound was a wonderful drug itself. "I feel better, daddy. Miss Wong said I'm gaining weight."
Victoria Wong was a family friend and one of the best doctors in their city. She took care of Agnes and the girl loved her. He tried not to look at her bone thin wrists and the needle that was always attached to her inner elbow. Agnes leaned forward and kissed his cheek, giggling again at the scratch stubble that had sprouted.
"So, mommy's been taking care of you these days?" he asked her. Agnes looked sad.
"Mommy wants me to go live with her and Franklin in California. She says Frank has the money to help me get better. I don't want to go, daddy. Please, can I stay here with you?" Agnes was almost in tears. Remy opened his mouth but the door hissed open and a tall brunet woman walked in.
Speak of the devil.
Evelyn Royce glared coldly down at her ex-husband. Remy tried to smile but it was forced and they both knew it.
"Hey, Eve." he managed.
She didn't greet him, just launched into a whirlwind of angry remarks at how careless he was about their daughter's leukemia. When she finished, Agnes was in tears and he felt anger rise in him like a cobra. He would save their daughter even if he had to sell one of his kidneys for the money.
"Evelyn, you guys should calm down. Arguing in front of Agnes won't solve anything." an Asian lady walked in with a clipboard in her hand and greeted his furious wife. The woman smiled down at Remy and flipped a few pages.
"So, jarhead, how do you feel?" she asked. Remy rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with you, except someone cut open your chest and decided to rearrange your guts. Nothing's missing, thank god. But the cut's pretty deep and there is some light haemorrhaging but not much. And your kidneys aren't missing."
She smiled sweetly and he felt the need to pout like a child. Ok, so he had thrashed a little in the ambulance, screaming about amateur kidney thieves but she didn't have to make fun of him in front of his precious Muffin. Agnes giggled at her words and Victoria winked at her.
Evelyn was asked to leave before she disturbed more patients. She stalked out and a few minutes later, Victoria wheeled Agnes back to her own room when she yawned.
Remy relaxed back into his bed and closed his eyes.
How had he gotten into this? The last thing he remembered was going to a really fancy company. There had been a job offering, an interview or something and the money offer was pretty good. He'd received ten percent of the money beforehand and the rest when he was qualified. He had gone to the company, sat down in one of the elegant white leather couches and had blacked out. Then he'd woken up in the damn dirty tub with his chest cut open.
God, he lived in a fucking crazy country.
Specimen MR001 was the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on, Sleek and black and not dribbling at the mouth like all the others. It was a male, and over seven foot long without its tail. The sharp barbed serpent like tail was currently wrapped around its hind legs, twitching slightly.
It sat calmly in the steel glass cage. He caressed the electric stimulator button and held his breath. Most of the other cases had been driven mad with the pain of the stimulations and had battered themselves against the glass until he just had to obliterate them. He refused to believe that they were of no intelligence. He hoped that they would be able to think and decide for themselves without the xenomorph queen.
With bated breath, he pressed the button. There was a high pitched whine as the alien jumped to the side. There was a small opening in one of the electric stimulator glass, small but there. If it could time the painful shocks and apply pressure against that one particular wall when there was a break, then it would be able to pass onto the next stimulation test. But the thing was that the breaks were patterned differently with each side of the four walls.
Specimen MR001 hissed at him through the glass. The gesture was pure viciousness. He felt excitement rise in his body, aroused and captivated by the beautiful creature. It leapt aside and received another painful shock. But unlike the others, it didn't go frantic. There was a small patch of neutral ground in the middle but the walls closed in on it slowly and it was going to have to act soon. The tail snaked out and tapped the fractured wall with the tip. It did that a few times mindless of the shocks and then without warning, charged at it with lightning speed.
The glass shattered and there was no pain. The alien cocked its head and looked around. There were a dozen piles of clothes in the small room. One of them was doused with its host's scent; the other scents were very close. He wanted to see if the new born aliens could identify its host. The few specimens that had passed the first test could not pass the second. They had no connections to their former hosts. But MR001 hesitated next to a particular pile. It lowered its sleek black head and nosed the pile carefully. Then it moved onto the next and the next until it stopped by a faded red flannel shirt and lowered itself next to it, wrapped its tail around itself and burrowed its head into the pile of clothes like a puppy.
His mouth dropped open and he let out the breath he had been holding. More tests must be done of course but it had truly given him hope. MR001 was one of a kind. He wiped his upper lip with a handkerchief out of habit.
Then things took a change for the worse.
MR001 suddenly started to violently injure itself, the tail lashed out and gouged into its hind leg, the fluid hissed as it dripped onto the floor. It hopped around in a circle, blood oozing freely down its wound.
"No no no, don't hurt yourself, please!" he screamed desperately. His hands fumbled for the knockout gas button and pressed it. The room clouded over with steam and gas. He couldn't see it anymore but he pressed his face frantically against the glass, leaving faint smears of sweat on the spotless glass. When the gas cleared, he took one glance and felt his legs give out beneath him.
It was gone.
There was a rough circular opening with a diameter of three feet in the steel enforced floor.
A few seconds later, the screams started.
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