A/N: Hello everyone. This is my first fanfic attempt. I'd like feedback and reviews please, but i won't whine about it. The story is basically complete and I will attempt to upload in a timely manner. I welcome all constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Predators or Aliens. I make no money off of this. The characters and the storyline however, are my own ideas.

Flossie stared out of the huge port window, she dreadfully admired the calm the blackness of space offered her. She had seen that same view thirty eight days earlier, but was too shocked to give it the attention it deserved. The stars were like beacons, and she wished she could find the one that would take her home. Thinking back over the last couple of months, the young female was amazed that she was still lucid. The things she had endured, encountered, sustained, and lost should have been insurmountable. Yet, here she was.

Flossie believed in faith and prayer. If not, she would have died the day she got the news about Christon, and missed the troubling events that brought her to this place and these creatures.

Her mind went to Gabriella, a young French girl that she had befriended on the first alien ship. Flossie shuddered at all they, along with six other women, had endured. She cringed at the thought of her own experiences at the hands of "thatsorryass".

She closed her eyes on her past horrors as tears streamed down her face. She went to a better memory, the day she was rescued...by more of the hunter-type aliens. Yes, she had been taken by the same species as her rescuers. It was enough to make anyone question their sanity. "That had to be why Gabby did it,"she spoke out loud.

Flossie missed Gabriella, but now understood her decision. She would not soon forget the explosion that took her friend's life. At that time, it had taken awhile for her to comprehend what had happened. With all they had suffered, Gabriella could no longer tolerate the nightmare that was now her life. She wanted to be in control of how it ended, and she was.

Another awful memory.

Flossie needed something positive to grasp onto. She turned away from her "star studded" view to lay on her back. She was feeling better, although still quite bruised from being beaten, and still ten pounds lighter from the sporadic meals she received on the kidnappers' spaceship.

She was a bit apprehensive about this new group of aliens at first, but it wasn't long before she realized that they didn't mean her any harm. They gave her much needed medical care, food, water, and a place to rest. The one who had saved her, a male, came by to see her a few times a day. Sometimes bringing food, other times coming in with other aliens that seem to be doctors. They used growls, chirps, grunts and clicks to communicate. Although she didn't know what they were saying, she could tell that they seemed to be pleased with her progress.

Finally clearing her mind, the female settled down enough to take a nap.

(A few days later)

Axel made his way to Elder Nangor's private chambers. It was time to give a report on the ooman female. When he entered, he was greeted by a servant and asked to wait in the meeting area.

Axel was busy admiring the many trophies that decorated the Elder's personal space. In his short tenure as an Elder, he had amassed an impressive amount of kills. As Axel was the youngest Honored in his caste, so too was this Elder the youngest among his.

"Warrior." the Elder spoke. Axel bowed his head before replying, "Elder Nangor." The Elder took a seat at the head of the table, then motioned to Axel to take the seat next to him.

"How is the ooman's progress?" The Elder asked. Axel sighed as he settled into the chair. He didn't want to think of all the healers had told him about her treatment at the hands of the bad bloods.

"She is progressing well. Her appetite is better, so is her strength and will." To this the Elder nodded, he thought back to when the female was brought aboard the clan ship. She was sharp-set, unkempt, and the mating musk of a bad blood yautja tainted her skin. Despicable, dishonorable bad bloods.

"What concerns you Axel?" the Elder asked noticing the warrior clenching his fists.

Axel sighed, "How could any male of any species treat a female that way? Even as a bad blood, where are the limits?"

Elder Nangor pulled his mandibles up in deep thought.

"Celdhe is sick in mind, and spirit. There is no reasoning for his mistreatment of these females. It is unforgivable and the only punishment for such a vile act is a slow painful death," The Elder clicked.

Axel nodded in agreement. It was clear that "crazy" had no bounds, no remorse, and no reason to change. He would kill Celdhe if it was the last thing he ever did.

"How does the female respond to you considering her ordeal with the bad bloods?"

This got a thoughtful grunt out of Axel. "All things considered, I would have to say quite well. She seems to look forward to my visits, her heart rate is better when I'm there; she seems to be more cautious than actually fearful of me. I do believe she holds some trust for me."

"Good. She will be your companion mate and charge," Elder Nangor confirmed.

He expected argument from the warrior. "Do you not agree?"

Axel ordered his words carefully, "I would like to track down Celdhe, avenge his betrayal to his clan, and the surviving victim of his psychotic rage. How am I to do that if I am caring for a damaged ooman female?"

"You will have your chance at Celdhe...But, the female has a bond with you. We are responsible for her now. It is code and honor that sustains us. Contemplate the indecencies, the physical and emotional abuse of the ooman."

Axel considered all the Elder had said thus far. However he was too busy to be responsible for the ooman. He had duties, and other responsibilities, not to mention seasonal mates. He thought about the fragile female and rage begin to burn in his stomach; she was underserving of the treatment she had received by the bad bloods. Also, there was something about her that relaxed him. He didn't mind spending time with her, and his Elder was correct when he mentioned a bond. However, he lusted for Celdhe's blood. He would bring the worthless pauk-de back to the clan ship and prolong his torment before taking his worthless life.

But was he capable of taking care of an ooman mate? They were needy, which was understandable in this situation. But, they were also petty, loved to nag, passive, timid, and required lots of useless stuff. However, this ooman was intelligent, sassy, and not that ugly. She had an inner strength, one that stilled the negativity she could easily let take her over.

Finally, he thought of the honor it would bestow upon him as well as his clan. He knew more status came with more honor.

The Elder interrupted his thoughts, "Think about it carefully, warrior. I will not allow you to dishonor the ooman as your mate. If you do not think you are up to the task, I will seek out one of your clan brothers to be her companion and mate."

To this Axel almost trilled in laughter, although his lot of clan brothers were honorable; they drank way more than he did, they were rowdy as pauk, and it was possible she would witness yautja mating...often. Axel shook his head, "No. I will accept the ooman as my mate and charge. I do not know much about earth's females, but I will spend time in the archives, and seek you if I need advice, Elder."

Elder Nangor nodded.

Axel left for his quarters. He needed to make preparations for the arrival of the ooman female.

When he arrived, he went to the storage unit and retrieved her coverings. His clan brothers had grabbed all of the ooman belongings they could carry when they had rescued Flossie from the bad blood ship.

Some of the items belonged to his new mate, the others he assumed belonged to the other females he found dead aboard Celdhe's ship. He wasn't sure if the female could even use them, but he would take them all to the seamstress to have them sterilized and steam cleaned.

"Petty female ooman junk," he trilled in small laughter. He picked up a small bag, a rucksack, and peeked in. Had this belonged to a yautja female his eyes would have been pulled out of their sockets. In the bag he saw more petty items: ooman trading paper, a few communication devices, bottles of ooman medicines, and other stuff he was clueless about. Maybe she would want this bag as well.

He continued looking through the different bags, and containers. He could easily discern his female's items from the others. Her scent was lightly fragrant, semi-sweet, and inviting. The others were sweaty, aged, and stale. Flossie's things were neatly folded, sorted with commonality, and most were unused.

He left the unused items alone, only taking the used coverings, her rucksack and the other strange coverings.

He walked the short distance to the seamstress shop. The scent of his new mate aroused him. It was subtle and tamed, something he was unaccustomed to. In actuality, he looked forward to the challenge of an ooman female. As he contemplated further, he recalled stories the Elders told about ooman mating. Axel smiled, if were all true, maybe he would consider it with his new mate.

Then, he mentally kicked himself for the thought. She was his companion now yes, but also a victim, he would not dishonor her, not even in thought.

As he entered the shop, he was met with a bowed head. "How are you today Zalade?" he addressed the seamstress.

"The busy season will be upon me soon enough. How may I help you?"

"You will do wonderful as always." Axel assured her.

Axel handed her the items, "Now, I need these cleaned and sterilized. This bag now, and the other later." he said as handed her the bags in order of need.

Zalade lifted her mandibles up into a half smile. "Your ooman?" she asked.

The warrior nodded.

"You must bring her by, I WANT to meet her."

Axel nodded again.

She looked at the clothing as she pulled them out of the bag. Holding up a few of the items, explaining to Axel what they were. "Panties, I haven't seen a pair of these in a long time. Also, ooman coverings called pants, and shirts."

She continues to look at a few similar items before realizing what they were. "And these are mammary coverings, or bras", She finished.

The seamstress put the items into the cleaning tubes, and moments later they were ready. Zalade folded the items neatly, wrapped them in a huge package and bounded it with some thick string.

Then she cleaned the bag the clothing had come out of. She placed the bound package inside, and then added a thick, silky fur cover as a gift for the new ooman.

Axel trilled in laughter, "Do not make the ooman more petty by satiating her."

Zalade raised her thick brow and gave Axel a 'say what punk?' look.

Never willing to argue with the seamstress, he let it go.

"Well, can you tell me about the items in her rucksack?"

"No", the seamstress replied, "They are private to her and she may be in need of them, so take them to her!" The seamstress ordered without looking into the bag.

Axel tried to pay Zalade for her services. "No charge. But I do look forward to meeting your new mate," She said.

The first time she had called the ooman his mate, Axel thought it was a mistake, but now she did it again. How did she know when he'd only found out a short time ago himself?

The warrior left the shop, and headed for his quarters. Already his ooman mate was making things aboard the ship more appealing. Every yautja knew that the seamstress was as ornery as armless queen hard meat with an itchy twat.

Flossie was so depressed after Gabriella's death that she really didn't care what happened to her now. She had resigned herself to whatever hand the cruelty of fate dealt her. After all, she truly had no sound reason for wanting to be alive.

She was jealous of her young friend's decision now.

She felt guilty that she could not protect her friend. Now, Flossie worried even more about the aliens on this ship, and how they would treat her after what she had already been through. Even though it would put an end to her emotional suffering, suicide went against Flossie's beliefs. Even under these circumstances, she'd rather endure than give up.

Flossie was brought out of her thoughts, as the doors to the room she occupied slide open. In walked a familiar 'face'. It was the male alien that had rescued her from the other ship. He would come to visit her twice a day, often bringing her food.

She had grown accustom to these visits, it was the only pattern in her disturbed life, and she had begun to look forward to them. Most of the time he would only sit and seem to contemplate her. Other times when she had been crying, he emanated a noise-some kind of purr- that always seemed to calm her.

Today, Flossie thought she would attempt to communicate with him. "Hello", she spoke almost in whisper.

"Are you feeling better?" a deep but understandable voice replied.

The female was shocked. All this time she had assumed he couldn't understand or speak her language.

"You can understand me?" she questioned, her shock still raw.

"Yes I can little ooman." Axel put food on a plate and brought it over to her.

"Tha...Thank ...you...what is...do you have a name?" she asked.

"Yes, I am Axel."

"I'm Flossie," she spoke simply.

"Unique ooman name, does it have a meaning?", he asked.

"Hell if I know. My mother attended a Southern Baptist Church and sang in the gospel choir there. I'm sure it's just a southern name." she answered.

Axel thought back to some of the information he had read about spiritual beliefs of oomans. Choir songs played a part in the worship of their God.

Flossie began to eat her food. When she first came to this ship, she had been a bit skeptical about what she was eating, but after being starved on the previous ship, she soon let go of her misgivings and enjoyed the surprisingly delicious food.

Axel took a seat in the chair by the bed, and looked at the female. Using his upper left mandible to access a sensor in his mask, he initiated the ooman color spectrum. Then he prepared his eyes for the momentary unpleasantness of the visual change. He wanted to see her the way she saw him visually. As the discomfort settled, he focused on the the ooman: her mane was thick, black and went past her shoulders. Her eyes: topaz. Her skin : a darker brown, smooth, and thin. Contrasting, yet blending well. He then scanned her body to see the progress of her healing. He flipped through different visual modes as he scanned her, when suddenly he settled on something.

The Warrior grunted, and Flossie sensed the something was wrong, "What is it?" She asked, starting to get worried. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Axel sat back in his chair as he sent a message to the Healers from his communications device.

Flossie was pissed, "Answer me!" Axel purred, "Calm yourself Little One, you are with pup." The female looked at him, her expression clueless, confused, and irritated.

"You are..." The male thought of a word that she would discern better..."Pregnant."

The female shook her head as if to clear her mind. Then looked around the room as if the words were being spoken to someone else. "Wha-what? Who me?" she asked Axel .

He only nodded. "But ... No, how?"

The Warrior held back a trill of laughter. "Surely Little One you know how pregnancy happens, don't you?" This comment brought Flossie out of her reverie, and she did something she had not done in a long time. She laughed.

She looked at Axel, and reached out for one of his "dreadlocks" to inspect. When he leaned in to satisfy her curiosity, she fainted. Axel caught her in his arms and chuckled in laughter. His new companion was going to be a welcomed change.

It was early in the sleep cycle when Flossie woke up, and to her surprise Axel was right beside her bed. She sat up and stretched.

"Are you hungry Little One?" he asked. Flossie looked over at him, "No, I'm fine."

"So, I'm pregnant," she stated evenly. "What am I gonna do with an alien baby?" She questioned herself out loud. This statement fueled his anger for the bad bloods that had abused her. Axel had learned from the Healers that the ooman female had been beaten and abused sexually.

"What if I don't want to have this...baby?" Flossie asked a bit coldly.

The warrior shifted in his seat, he didn't have any answers that would help.

Axel sighed. He understood the reason for her reluctance. It was the last thing that the female could have possibly thought she would have to deal with.

But what he had learned after Flossie fainted was surprising. All the healers came in to check on Flossie at different times, and scanned for signs of her pregnancy. Healer Keumtu confirmed that the tiny pup was alive with a strong heartbeat. One of the senior Healers, Xintorf, came in and made a discovery that would shock Axel even further. "Your ooman's pup is not sired by a bad blood or any other yautja, it's sire is ooman as well. Healer Bintar was concerned that the female's lung functions were inadequate, and gave her a shot to improve them.

"Your pup...baby...is not of my species", Axel assured her. Flossie jerked her head. She was confused, yet relieved. It took a moment before it dawned on her. "Christon", she whispered.

The mention of this name didn't surprise Axel, he had heard her whisper it before when he had come to visit her doing the early cycles. Usually while she was asleep, "Christon" seemed to live in her dreams. He was sure it was her ooman mate.

"Life can be so ass backwards. I'm pregnant, and my husband is dead. Damn you Christon. You promised me you'd always be here for me. I'm so gonna kick your ass."

Axel listened to Flossie's rant to her deceased mate. This female was hulij-bpe, crazy.

Flossie looked over at the large alien. He seemed to be contemplating her again. "Why do you look at me like that?" She asked him. He leaned back in his seat for a moment, a bit amused at the boldness of the female.

"I'm trying to get to know you better, to take proper care of you," he finally replied.

"By looking at me? Or through me?" Flossie stared at him, although he wore his mask she could tell he was looking into her eyes. She locked onto the visor-like eyes of his mask and didn't blink. Axel couldn't believe how bold the female was. And the fact that she didn't relent was even more intriguing. At this moment her boldness could be considered an insult. She could be killed for such defiance. But she wouldn't be, she was his mate and therefore apart of the Honored Caste as well.

However, she would have to be taught the ways of his clan, and the honor her situation held. Concentrating, he pulled off his mask, and kept his gaze even and more intimidating.

Flossie was having a staring contest with an alien male. Correction, an ugly alien male. She wondered if taking his mask off was meant to scare her into relenting. It probably would have, but her kidnappers' made this male look like Denzel, a butt-ass ugly, Denzel.

She tilted her head and squinted her eyes slightly to keep from blinking. She thought of anything to help keep her focused. She almost smiled when she thought about her shopping spree in Paris, and how she missed her Mom and her cooking.

Flossie leaned back on her hands, arms straight, and continued to stare at the huge alien. Her eyes were beginning to water, and she needed for this to be over quickly, and in her favor.

This would definitely be considered cheating, but whatever. She licked her lips slowly and held his stare.

Axel's mistake came when he was caught off guard by what the female was doing with her weird mouth. That was coupled with his next mistake of looking into her eyes for a second too long. They were uncommon, and unlike anything he had ever seen this close up. He looked away.

Flossie laughed. "That was easy, amateur."

Axel was shocked. Not only had she outlasted him, she mocked him as well.

"Talking is a better than staring, Axel." Then she heard a noise that sounded like a "chopped and screwed" song playing in reverse. It took her a moment to realize that the alien was...laughing.