One Shot: Touch
Title: Touch
Characters: Ocs - Jokill, a Predator, and Ann, a human
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: dumb idea
Word Count: 781
Summary: Captive on a spaceship, a young woman longs for human contract.
Notes: I wrote this ages ago after watching the first AVP movie. Come on, there was totally sparks flying between that woman and that predator. ow-OW!!! This is based on that idea........ I am totally embarrassed by this story.............. but I'm being brave and posting it with only minor grammar/spelling changes.
Disclaimer: AVP does not belong to me and I make no money off of this, etc. However, the characters in this story are mine and should not be used by any other person.
She was so lonely. The only human in a starship full of predators.
A research experiment.
She was the half-niece of a brave warrior woman, who had stood against the enemy years ago with courage and honor.
They had tested her and found out much about the spirit of humans. But that had been years ago and they had decided not to let her return home.
So she lingered. Trapped in a world so foreign, it took her months to figure out the simplest of things. She couldn't speak the language, eat the food, or do anything her captors could. She knew she would never see her home world again. That much they had made clear.
They gave her anything she could have wanted. They found her a few Earth-books and programmed into their complex computers Earth-music and a few old Earth-movies. They gave her gifts: toys and jewelry and weapons. They tried to teach her their language and she had tried to teach them hers. They gave her comfortable chambers, some of the largest on their ship. Anything she wanted they anticipated. No one could say that the predators were inhospitable to their guests.
But she longed for human companionship. Someone she could really talk to. Someone that could understand human humor. Someone that could hold her.
Predators weren't big on physical displays of affection. They gave gifts and honor to those they treasured. Touch was rare and accidental. She longed for a simple touch on the hand, a hug, a chaste kiss on the cheek. But nothing like that went on here.
She had tried. Desperate for touch, she had tried to show physical affection, but they had almost jumped away and she could only smile sadly to herself in bitter amusement.
She tried to find joy in everyday life. She tried so hard. But there was always a blanket of sorrow that shrouded her like a worn shawl. Loneliness and hurt and sorrow surrounded her once gentle, peaceful spirit.
It hurt him, which surprised him greatly; no true warrior would ever admit pain. Yet her sorrow had always hurt him. He often watched her and cursed their inability to make her happy.
It surprised him even more when he realized he loved this foreign girl. And more so when he decided he would do anything to make her happy.
Jokill approached her one day. He had always been one of Ann's favorites. Always so kind and gentle even during the experiments. No girl, keep those times out of your head.
Something was wrong. He looked different.
Saying nothing, Jokill sat next to her, and they rested that way a few minutes in companionable silence. It took her that long to realize he was sitting close enough that he was actually touching part of her leg with his. She wondered and looked at his face. Of course he wore the mask.
She couldn't help it. She had always been frightened of their faces. The revulsion had passed long ago, but the strangeness had always left her feeling deep shivers of fear, though they got less over time. She tried not to show it, but it was obvious that she appreciated it when they wore their masks around her.
Ann was afraid that if she said anything Jokill would realize how close he was sitting and immediately get up and leave. So she said nothing. She had read once that people need ten - or something like that - physical touches each day. She had not gotten half that many - if you didn't count the times during the experiments - all these years.
Ann was shocked when he actually scooted closer. Now this couldn't be an accident. Carefully, she tried his speech, "Why are you doing this?"
"I want to help make you happier."
"You noticed?"
"The entire ship notices, your sorrow hangs over us all like a dark fog."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. We should have been more perceptive -- humans obviously need more touching." Ann actually laughed, he said the last word with such disgust that she couldn't help it and her joy erupted.
Jokill started, he had never heard her laugh and it startled him.
But her aura was happy, still tinged with sorrow and loneliness, but it was actually happy.
He felt joy on his own face, though she couldn't see it, nor would understand it if she could.
"Let me know what you need. I do not know how humans touch."
Ann smiled again. She took her scarred hand and interlaced her fingers with his. "This is called holding hands."
He felt ridiculous. But the Ann-girl was still happy. He could bear it a little while for her.
Characters: Ocs - Jokill, a Predator, and Ann, a human
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: dumb idea
Word Count: 781
Summary: Captive on a spaceship, a young woman longs for human contract.
Notes: I wrote this ages ago after watching the first AVP movie. Come on, there was totally sparks flying between that woman and that predator. ow-OW!!! This is based on that idea........ I am totally embarrassed by this story.............. but I'm being brave and posting it with only minor grammar/spelling changes.
Disclaimer: AVP does not belong to me and I make no money off of this, etc. However, the characters in this story are mine and should not be used by any other person.
She was so lonely. The only human in a starship full of predators.
A research experiment.
She was the half-niece of a brave warrior woman, who had stood against the enemy years ago with courage and honor.
They had tested her and found out much about the spirit of humans. But that had been years ago and they had decided not to let her return home.
So she lingered. Trapped in a world so foreign, it took her months to figure out the simplest of things. She couldn't speak the language, eat the food, or do anything her captors could. She knew she would never see her home world again. That much they had made clear.
They gave her anything she could have wanted. They found her a few Earth-books and programmed into their complex computers Earth-music and a few old Earth-movies. They gave her gifts: toys and jewelry and weapons. They tried to teach her their language and she had tried to teach them hers. They gave her comfortable chambers, some of the largest on their ship. Anything she wanted they anticipated. No one could say that the predators were inhospitable to their guests.
But she longed for human companionship. Someone she could really talk to. Someone that could understand human humor. Someone that could hold her.
Predators weren't big on physical displays of affection. They gave gifts and honor to those they treasured. Touch was rare and accidental. She longed for a simple touch on the hand, a hug, a chaste kiss on the cheek. But nothing like that went on here.
She had tried. Desperate for touch, she had tried to show physical affection, but they had almost jumped away and she could only smile sadly to herself in bitter amusement.
She tried to find joy in everyday life. She tried so hard. But there was always a blanket of sorrow that shrouded her like a worn shawl. Loneliness and hurt and sorrow surrounded her once gentle, peaceful spirit.
It hurt him, which surprised him greatly; no true warrior would ever admit pain. Yet her sorrow had always hurt him. He often watched her and cursed their inability to make her happy.
It surprised him even more when he realized he loved this foreign girl. And more so when he decided he would do anything to make her happy.
Jokill approached her one day. He had always been one of Ann's favorites. Always so kind and gentle even during the experiments. No girl, keep those times out of your head.
Something was wrong. He looked different.
Saying nothing, Jokill sat next to her, and they rested that way a few minutes in companionable silence. It took her that long to realize he was sitting close enough that he was actually touching part of her leg with his. She wondered and looked at his face. Of course he wore the mask.
She couldn't help it. She had always been frightened of their faces. The revulsion had passed long ago, but the strangeness had always left her feeling deep shivers of fear, though they got less over time. She tried not to show it, but it was obvious that she appreciated it when they wore their masks around her.
Ann was afraid that if she said anything Jokill would realize how close he was sitting and immediately get up and leave. So she said nothing. She had read once that people need ten - or something like that - physical touches each day. She had not gotten half that many - if you didn't count the times during the experiments - all these years.
Ann was shocked when he actually scooted closer. Now this couldn't be an accident. Carefully, she tried his speech, "Why are you doing this?"
"I want to help make you happier."
"You noticed?"
"The entire ship notices, your sorrow hangs over us all like a dark fog."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. We should have been more perceptive -- humans obviously need more touching." Ann actually laughed, he said the last word with such disgust that she couldn't help it and her joy erupted.
Jokill started, he had never heard her laugh and it startled him.
But her aura was happy, still tinged with sorrow and loneliness, but it was actually happy.
He felt joy on his own face, though she couldn't see it, nor would understand it if she could.
"Let me know what you need. I do not know how humans touch."
Ann smiled again. She took her scarred hand and interlaced her fingers with his. "This is called holding hands."
He felt ridiculous. But the Ann-girl was still happy. He could bear it a little while for her.