A/N: So, I went to see District 9 today, and after hte movie, this was stuck in my head. It was causing a headache, so I wrote it out. It didnt take much thought, actually. It was almost like it was waiting for the chance ot be written. Anyways, this happens three years after the movie ends. THERE MAY BE SPOILERS IN HERE IF YOU DIDNT SEE THE MOVIE! DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW! THANK YOU!

I only own the idea for this story and the girl. everything else belongs to the people who dealt with the movie. Please tell me what you think! I would love to know if you like this or hate it!

"Regular human speech( english)"

"Alien/ Prawn Speech"

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. There was a different feeling in the air, like it was slightly charged. The prawn twitched his antenna, looking up at the night sky with large amber eyes. The scraps of cloth that hung on his frame started to blow gently in the wind, but he ignored it. He continued to watch the sky, looking for a sign. The blackness of the sky didn't have any affect on his vision. In fact, it helped more than it hindered.

It had been almost three years since the mothership left earth. Since District 9 was relocated outside of Johannesburg, South Africa and renamed District 10. It had been almost three years since Wikus van der Merwe had last been seen. He had a promise made to him, one that mattered most. It seemed like it was soon to become truth, no longer words. The prawn clicked quietly to himself, unaware that there was a humanoid person behind him. He was still focused on the sky.

"Hello?" the girl said, almost to herself. She weaved uneasily back and forth on her feet, a liquid dripping from her left leg and arm. She stumbled forward, her knee landing hard in the dirt. The prawn spun around, clicking nervously to himself. The girl's eyes were unfocused, and she shuddered. The prawn edged closer to her, checking her out. He noted that she was bleeding, but the liquid was unusual. It seemed like her blood, but maybe she had killed one of his own before getting injured.

"Help…" she said, and she struggled to stay upright. She pushed herself to her feet, but she stumbled back, slamming hard into a neighboring shack. She closed her eyes, her breath coming out in one short gasp. The prawn moved closer, aware that there was a crowd gathering. The prawns didn't like human company. Not after what they did to them earlier.

"Wait. Let me check her out, then I can say what she is." Clicked the first prawn, and he was challenged by the younger leader of the group behind him.

"She's human. What more proof do you need?" The challenger said, and the girl slid down the wall, leaving a slight trail of liquid. One of the gathered prawns light a light, flashing it on the wall. There was the crimson of human blood, but it seemed to be mixed with the blacker substance of the prawns. She groaned, and the prawn flipped his light so it showed on her. She blinked, raising a morphing hand up to block it.

"She's not completely human." Said the challenger in astonishment, and the first prawn moved forward, looking her over. She seemed to not be infected, but with the changes her body was going through, it was hard to tell. With the new district, the humans rarely came over to interact. The most they did was send military personnel. She blinked, showing the eyes of a prawn, but as they watched, they changed to human blue eyes.

"She's not infected. I don't know what she is, but she's not normal. No eating her, got it?" the first prawn said, and he moved to collect the girl. She shifted away from him, and he waited. The crowd slowly dispersed, angry mutters and clicks from the leaving prawns. The challenger was the only one who stayed behind.

"What…do you…want…?" the girl asked, and the first prawn moved forward, holding up his hands to show her that he meant no harm.

"To help you." He said, and the girl smiled, her hand morphing back into a humans. She looked at it like she had never seen it before. The prawn placed a hand on her shoulder, and she panicked. Her hand morphed back into a prawns, and she used the last of her strength to push the first prawn away. The challenger looked on silently, noting the fact that the first prawn had been thrown 100 yards. The girl glared at him with shifting eyes. Her clothes ripped along the shoulders, showing human shoulder blades and the spiny chest and arms of a prawn.

"Wikus…DNA transfer….shifting… make it…stop…." She said, and she fell over, her hand, now a human's, held out to the fallen prawn. The challenger walked towards the fallen one, helping him to his feet.

"I thought you said nothing happened at MNU?" the challenger said, and the fallen prawn shook his head violently, looking between the other prawn and the girl. She was shivering, and the appearance of the prawns faded into smooth human skin as the two prawns watched. The electric tingle intensified, then faded away. The challenger looked into the sky as the first prawn raised his hand. HE shook his head, turning back towards the girl.

"Nothing happened, I can promise you. And, I think that she came after me." The first prawn said, and he moved to pick up the girl. The challenger watched as the first prawn cradled her carefully towards himself, looking into the sky.

"Did you feel that? The electricity?" the challenger asked, glancing upwards. The first prawn nodded, starting to walk off towards his shack. The only good thing about being in a new district is that they were left alone.

"Its been almost three years."The first prawn said, and he paused, looking back over his shoulder at the challenger. The challenger looked towards the sky again, and then he nodded as well. The whole population knew about the promise. They were all ready to go home. The challenger watched quietly, until the darkness seemed to swallow the two of them up. He then turned back toward his own shack as well, fed up with the events of that night.

He had been there when the human/prawn named Wikus was about to die. He had started the riot that killed the MNU officer that was about to kill him. Why he did it, he never knew. Maybe it was because he was fed up with the way the humans could turn on one of their own, especially if they were connected the them. Maybe he did it to get even. He didn't know. He snorted with disgust, clicking angrily to himself.

Deep down inside, he was proud to have helped the human/prawn. He saved one of his own. Even if that save came one too many prawn late.

The first prawn arrived at his shack, and he backed into the door, allowing it to swing open. He kicked it shut with one leg, still cradling the girl. He moved over to the bed, walking carefully so as to not aggravate already open wounds. He set her down carefully, reaching for cloth. He pulled the cleanest shirt he had into thin strips, wrapping them carefully around the gash in her arm and the healing wound on her leg. He guessed that they would heal quicker if she could rest, so he backed into the shadows, intent on doing his own investigating. He moved towards the other side of his shack, settling down on the broken crate that served as his chair. He leaned forward on the door that was nailed into the wall, resting his head in his hands. He sighed, thinking over the events that happened today.

"Are you really coming back to help me, Christopher? Even after all I put you through?" the prawn clicked to himself quietly, allowing his eyes to close, his thoughts a thousand miles away. He opened his eyes blankly, reaching out for a utensil. A gentle rocking on the wood surface told him that he had knocked it over, and he slowly felt for the can, setting it upright. He touched the long pole that had rolled to the edge, and he put it back. He found what he was looking for.

A hand lifted the object into the dim light, allowing the prawn to see his half finished project for himself. It was a deer, made out of scrap metal and wire. He even found a few beads for the eyes and the nose. The back portion was off, the legs half finished, leaving it unbalanced. He set to work, knowing he was going to get little sleep over the next couple of days. He was very intrigued by the girl, and he knew that she held a secret that was greater than District 9.

"It may be too late to say this to you, but you are one of the greatest friends I have ever had." The prawn clicked to himself as he worked. He wasn't too afraid of awakening the girl, for he was talking softly and keeping an eye out for her. If she woke, he would know it first.

"You trusted me with a secret so deep that if I had told MNU, I would be dead and you would be also, as well as your son." he said, turning the small wire sculpture over in his hands, looking at it from every angle. Something wasn't right, but he didn't know what was wrong.

" Even after I nearly left you for dead, you still trusted me. You told me that trust and friendship could run deeper than race barriers." He said, and he set the deer down, standing up. The electricity was back, a steady throb in the air that seemed to be a disturbance in the atmosphere. Something was defiantly happening. Something major.

"Even if you cant help me anymore, considering the change has already happened, I wont hold it against you." He said, and he moved to the door, glancing behind him at the girl. She was still fast asleep, and he wasn't going far. He just needed…fresh air.

"If it was my people that was treated this way, and that was the only way to save them, I would of done the same thing." He said, and with one light bound, he landed on the roof of his shack. HE looked up, towards the stars as the electrical hum intensified, and then died out. The prawn let the silence of the night wrap around him as the electrical hum started up again; only it was a steady pulse, almost like a homing beacon. He settled into the roof, his amber eyes reflecting the light from the stars as he waited for morning.