(I decided to go back and redo this one, because of typos and I felt it could have been done better.)

Hello there, first of all let me say this, I am not going to disrespect the Predator line or the Alien line I love both of them, so I am not going to try to make an extension to their story's, or at least try not to this story is just a one shot that I thought of, it is just a 'what If' story. I wrote this story because it just came to me, and because I love Adrien Brody, he is so fine with that big nose of his lol, anyway. Remember when Isabelle asked Royce why he was so fucked up, what if he wasn't as fucked up as they thought, what if he had his reasons for being this cold and going home alive. Try to go along with me for the reasoning behind getting home !spoilers!

"Let's find a way off this planet." Royce said as he supported Isabelle as they walked along the strange jungle trying to avoid older traps set by the creatures. It was hot, and they were getting had been traveling for hours or what they think has been hours when all of a sudden a flash happened and they were no longer on the planet but they were on a plane and actual human plane.

"What the fuck is going on now?" Royce asked with his raspy voice. Looked around, taking in his surroundings, the plane looked expensive and official, like one you would see in the movies for the president. Eventually Isabelle slapped his arm to draw his attention to the front of the plane. A man was standing by a curtain that leads to the other part of the section.

"Who the fuck are you," Isabelle asked defensively.

"I am David Holley, head of the Supernatural Department of Homeland Security. Can we ask you two a few questions?

"Not until you tell us what the fuck is going on." Royce demanded slipping his hand into his pants for the extra knife in his pocket.

"Please all of your questions will be answered, please, Miss Isabelle will you go through the curtain behind you and Royce you can come with me."

Royce couldn't honestly tell you what happened after that, just series of question:

"What do you remember?" David asked Royce, sitting in front of a laptop to take down his answers.

"All of it."

"What were the maximum amount of people were with you the entire time?"

"Eight."

"How did you escape?"

"You obviously know my name and came right as it was over, you probably know all this already."

"Fair enough," David said with a slight smirk, closing the laptop.

Royce learned that not only the American government knew what was going on but every government of every country knew what was happening, they were supplying the names to the aliens.

"Since you have all these questions, I have a few of my own. Why were we chosen, why would you allow this to happen?"

"When they started coming down to Earth they were killing innocent people, some were soldiers, cops, and civilians, and that was just one of them. There were three of them and they took out dozens of trained professionals and other creatures we can only dream of. Can you imagine if the entire race were to attack Earth? We wouldn't even stand a chance."

"Then why not send them criminals and psychopaths, you had two of them with us some us were soldiers or special forces."

"You don't think we haven't thought of that? You know yourself they do not want to be handed an easy pickings, they want to hunt. They want something that will challenge them. We try to sneak in the criminals every now and again but we give them ones that might have a chance of beating them, we give them the best of the best, so we can bring them back home."

"Then why didn't you take Noland home?" Royce was getting tired of this conversation, but he kept on asking questions.

"You were the first one to kill all three of them at once. Noland had killed 3 over a course of 10 seasons. We had to come in and get you while there was still time."

"You know what, I do not even care anymore. Just take me the fuck home."

After all that Royce had seen and now having some answers he had shut back down. He spent the whole ride back in silence. Isabelle was trying to get him to talk, but he had retreated back into the shell he was in when she met him.

They were dropping him off first because he was closer, the truck they had switched to dropped them off in Atlanta. The neighborhood was a nice, expensive, gated community. The house that they stopped in front of was large with a white picket fence. Royce jumped out of the truck, telling himself all he had to do was make it through that front door.

"Hey," Isabelle yelled when he got out of the truck. Royce turned around slowly and looked at her.

"See you when I see you."

Royce just nodded his head and turned back to the house, the front door always left him with excitement, knowing what was on the other side of it. He entered the house quickly and quietly.

Inside the House

Chanel moved around her living room tidying up here and there, picking up magazines and random things off the floor. She always kept her house respectable and nice. And welcoming, she made sure that whenever somebody came through her front door, they would feel relaxed and comfortable. This neighborhood was safe and wealthy, most who lived here came from old money and wondered how she lived there, she was black woman, with her own respectable background and family, though they still gossiped about her, but she didn't care she lived there because she fucking could.

She wandered into her bedroom, their bedroom, the one she shared with her husband. 'I miss him so much', she thought to herself as she rubbed the spot where he normally slept. Chanel was used to him being gone for long periods of time and at random, so random that sometimes she would wake up and he would be gone. It was part of his job, she knew that when she met him and understood it but that didn't make it any easier. She missed him holding her at night and telling her of his tales. When she really missed him she would put on her military pants and green tank top and combat boots, it was stylish and it made her feel closer to him.

As she bent over to pick up a magazine that had fallen on the floor she felt something brush against her bottom, she quickly removed the knife that was tucked neatly in her boot and swung around to cut the bastard who dared to enter her house only to have her hand caught in mid-air.

"Royce!" Chanel yelled looking up into her husband's face seeing his tired yet surprised look.

Royce looked down at his short wife, with lust, amusement, and love. Taking in all of her, her black hair, her generous chest and ass, and her wide hips, God, he had missed her so much. And he knew she had been missing him as well; she only puts on her military garb when she wanted to feel especially close to him. "I am surprised you didn't hear me when I came in."

"If I could do that, then I would be doing your job," Chanel smiled pearly whites at him. "But I had a very good teacher." With that said she stretched up planted a firm kiss on his lips, dropping the knife to wrap both hands around his neck. He had to bend down, because the top of her head only came to the base of his neck.

Royce's control snapped and suddenly took control of the situation, immediately wrapping his arms under her bottom to heft her up only to toss her on the bed, Royce didn't waste any time, he stood next to the bed removing his clothes and unzipping his pants and watching his wife do the same, never taking his eyes off of her. Once they were both naked he kneeled on the bed, grabbing her by her ankle to drag her to the edge, Chanel let out an excited gasp at his ardor. He spread her legs wide and plunged his dick into her wet center all the way to the hilt.

He had missed this, fucking, no making love to his wife, he plundered her pussy taking all his emotions out this act, everything he had experienced and learned in the however many days, he poured it all out on her, into her soft chocolate skin. And she took all that he gave, looking into his eyes and seeing passion, love, urgency, and something she did not see often, fear.

"Oh, Royce, harder," Chanel moaned if it was even possible for him to go any harder. Royce gave her no answer except for a snarl and turning them so that he lay on his back so she was on top.

"Ride me, baby. Show me how much you missed me," Royce's voice was even raspier than normal, it turned her on so much more, making her come hard and long, with him following after.

Chanel collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. "That was amazing."

Royce held her tightly, kissing the side of her neck, rubbing her ass. "It's not over yet." Royce started to move inside of her again.

The Next Morning

Chanel came into the kitchen to find Royce already in the kitchen just in his pants, with a cup of coffee already made, she walked up to him and kissed him on the lips.

"Remember what happened the last time you did this," He reminded her of last night as he picked her up and planted her on top of the island. "Don't start what you can't finish."

"You are right about that, you wore me out last night."

Royce handed her a cup of coffee, coming to stand between her legs. For a long while Chanel just stared at him until she finally spoke.

"So how bad was it?" Royce went still at this question.

"What are you talking about?"

"Baby, don't do that, I know you, we have been together for a while, and whenever you return from a very serious battle or something just truly traumatic, when you came home you would just make love to me like there was no tomorrow, and last night was the most erratic you have been, so it must have been pretty bad, so tell me."

Royce took a deep breath and told her all about it starting with him plunging from the sky.

(I think the improvements were good, I hope you all like it.)

So what do you think, a little crappy but I think I got my point across, I just don't think that Royce was as fucked up as Isabelle claimed he was, maybe he had a family at home or something that's just what comes to my mind, and no disrespect to the Isabelle and Royce pairing because they would make an interesting couple but not every time there is a girl and a guy they need to get together.