Welcome to the first episode of...

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By, Sonsasu

Chapter One

No Freaking Way

Thoughts

Human's POV

"Okay, there is no freaking way they're sitting across from me… It's just not possible."

"Heck, I've seen them in movies, read stories about them on fanfiction, drawn pictures, and looked at pictures of them on Deviantart. Aww hell, I even met a few normal people dressed up in costumes to look like them, but I never thought I'd ever see the real thing. Let alone, two of them!"

"Oh, and did I forget to mention that I am feeding the pair? Oh yeah, the one on the right is eating two honeyed hams, cold, and the one on the left has five prime rib steaks raw. Ugh, I was going to use those for the cookout tomorrow but…it's for a better cause."

"Alright, blink a few times."

"Good… "

"Now put the spoon in the yogurt."

"Great…"

"Take a bite."

"Even better…"

"Now, stop staring!"

"Nope, can't stop staring."

"My god their heads are huge! Well, compared to mine that is."

"Oh man, the hair, scratch that last part, the dreadlocks are cool with the… What are those, tiny mouse skulls? But the…mandibles? Now those are creepy, with their twitchy, twitchy-ness, I mean come on, they have freaking crab legs for lips."

"Holy...look at those inner teeth! Note to self, avoid topic of dentist."

"Oh my god…the one on the left just bit through the stake bone. Another note to self, hide my stash of jaw breakers."

"This isn't happening, I know I wished to meet one on my birthday, but damnit God, this is a sick ass joke to be pulling!"

Thoughts

The Young Yautja's POV

"By the Black Warrior, I see this female has succumbed to my handsome appearance, but she could at least be discrete about her fascination with me..."

"Ha, look at that, she is so enamored with my face she cannot blink properly."

"Even more amusing, she eats her food of slime very slowly."

"Now she cannot take her eyes away from my stunning mandibles. Ah, I almost feel sorry for this female. The pathetic Ooman males must not give her the attention she so craves."

"The rumors that some Yautja have taken Oomans as mates and adopted them as clan might not be only rumors after all..."

"Mmm, this meat is delicious. What prey does it come from? Perhaps my Elder will let me hunt a few to take back with us."

"Ack! Now what was that for?"

Thoughts

The Elder Yautja's POV

"Of course it would take an elbow in the ribs to get this pup's attention away from his food. I doubt an entire pack of hard meats would be able to part him from a meal. Ugh, to think I agreed to train this gluttonous creature."

"I will admit the meat provided tastes of high quality. Never the less, Grinning-Fangs should act his rank. Not like an unblooded-warrior."

"Ancestors, his arrogance will be his downfall should he try to behave like this towards our females…this damn young-blood with try to pose for any creature of the opposite sex with a pulse."

"When did I start getting so many headaches, and my need to sigh with just about every breath? Perhaps something that requires less thought…the Ooman will do for now."

"She has wane potential by offering her home and giving medical aid to our injuries, and has also shown honor in not taking advantage of our weakened states. However, it is becoming irritating the way she stares without blinking…"

Human's POV

Looking from one to the other, Sam felt torn between two nearly overwhelming urges. The first was a desire to scream bloody murder, run out the door, and then lock her self up in a nice safe nutty asylum. The second desire, the stronger of the two, was to squeal like a little girl, hop up and down, then tackle the two Predators, and start poking them…in various places.

However, she did neither, Sam just sat there, eating her strawberry yogurt while reclining on her dark blue couch and continued to stare. She had to force herself to blink slowly, as the two Yautja males devoured their…snacks.

Looking over to the smaller Predator, she twirled her spoon in the yogurt with a very nonchalant motion. Ever since he had awakened this morning, for whatever reason, he had practically made it a game to try and further rattle her nerves.

The occasional glances she could deal with, the strange body movements she could deal with too, but whenever he lifted his upper right mandible, that would bother her. After reading so many fanfics about them, Sam had a mild idea that he was smirking, Yautja version.

Because of this, he had to be the younger warrior.

Reason one. His height was only six feet some odd inches, where the older looking warrior had to be eight feet tall, maybe more. Reason two. He had much, much longer dreadlocks, which fell a little past his waist. As opposed to the elder having shoulder length. Reason three. His statue and mandibles were by no means superior to the taller Yautja. Reason four. The younger Yautja probably weighed two hundred some odd pounds, his Elder had to be about three hundred, and it was all pure muscle to Sam's eyes. Reason five. The Elder moved with grace, acted calm, and was polite to a point, where the younger one, from what Sam had seen so far, was the exact opposite of said named qualities.

Sam hid her small smile by clamping down on the yogurt-covered spoon, while she began to observe the two in detail.

Flicking her eyes over the smaller Yautja, she nearly snorted out yogurt because of the unexpected upchuck of laughter.

He was making hilarious faces after having picked up, and then bitten down on one of the very tart pineapple rings. His mandibles kept closing, then flaring out in distaste, but it had to be his eye ridges that shot up, and wiggled with surprise, to make it so difficult to choke down her giggles.

After a few moments of a very difficult struggle, Sam managed to regain enough control over her face to watch the Elder Yautja, who sat cross-legged with an over sized serving platter upon his lap.

Very regal looking, he sat straight as an arrow and ate slowly with a wickedly long knife. Moreover, if compared to an animal, the first impression would be of a powerful, white tiger, he even had the stripes to go with it. While Sam none-too-discreetly gazed at him, her dark gray eyes met with two very oddly colored orbs of pale blue ice.

For a reason beyond willing comprehension, this created a slight blush to bloom along her cheeks. Forcing her eyes away from the intense gaze and over to the younger warrior, she arched an eyebrow at what she saw.

Both upper mandibles pulled up to their fullest height in an alien smile, the young Predator was no longer sitting cross-legged, but instead was leaning back on one arm with his other hand patting his puffed out stomach.

Sam bit down on the inside of her cheek to fight her growing smile. Unfortunately, she lost the battle when the he began to purr loudly.

He certainly reminded her of a tiger cub, one that was not fully grown, but hanging in the middle like a teenager. With skin almost the color of burnt orange, black stripes, and a vanilla colored tummy, he also had to have by far the most charming duel eye color of green and gold.

"You surprise me Ooman…"

Sam jumped when the deep grating voice broke the pleasant silence, causing her head to swing towards the Elder Predator. "Come again?"

"You have-" he seemed almost reluctant to say much more, "shown bravery, a sense of honor by helping us. I have nothing to offer as thanks but my words." He honestly made her want to squirm in her seat, for the look animating his harsh features was painfully serious as he spoke. Not to mention his voice, rough and grating, it only added to the rather aggressive appearance he naturally carried.

"Oh…well that's okay, no need," blinking, Sam sat up on the couch with a cautious smile. "Since you two are done eating I'll just take your plates now."

Rising cautiously from her seat, she walked around the long, low-to-the-floor wooden table that had separated the two warriors from her. However, she paused once she stood next to the tall Elder.

"Dear God he's tall! I'm only five six, and he's eye level with me…sitting down."

Glancing down at his plate, she was not precisely feeling all that comfortable leaning down and removing it from his lap.

Luckily, the Elder took pity on Sam, and handed her his platter.

"Thank you," she murmured softly.

Walking slowly around the older Yautja, she stood next to the burnt orange Predator, but sadly, like any teenager he could not help in teasing her. Still leaning on one arm with his other hand resting on his outstretched leg, he made no move to hand over his platter. Instead, he lifted his mandibles even higher and puffed out his chest.

The image it created in Sam's head was "I'm too sexy".

This caused a muscle to twitch in her eyebrow. Once again, the Elder rescued her, growling softly and then clicking like a demented maraca.

Sam had been learning the Yautja language for nearly three months now, so she was able roughly to catch "pup" and "give" before losing the rest.

The smaller male deflated before handing over his empty platter, but the once dimmed smile became a smirk, as he brushed the pads of his fingertips over her knuckles.

She only inhaled sharply over the contact.

Balancing the two manhole sized platters atop her arms, she slowly backed out of the front room and into the dinning room. She was not going to give them her back for two very good reasons. Number one, it could offend them, or at least the senior warrior. Number two, she was not completely sure of the pair just yet.

After she was out of their line of sight, she turned on her heel and walked into the small kitchen.

"Eww, sticky floor need to mop soon..."

Grimacing as the chilled tiles of her floor encountered bare feet, Sam placed one of the platters onto the counter. With the other balanced along her arm, she leaned down and opened the washer-machine.

"A few more cups and I'll have a full load to start."

A sudden thought accrued to Sam.

She placed the two platters away and closed the washer's door before getting up. Heading back to the front room, she stopped just before entering and stuck her head around the arch.

"Are you two…thirsty?"

To be continued…

Disclaimer - I do not own Predator