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Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting, kissing, etc.)

No he wasn’t drunk. Okay, he’d had a couple of drinks with his mates on the ship, in honor of those they had lost and because they all needed a drink. Finally back safe on the military ship, he took the liberty. But he wasn’t drunk, he’d built up a tolerance, and he stopped himself before he got wasted. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk

What had started it this time, was unclear. Perhaps just the feeling of finally being able to touch someone that he knew would actually stick around for a while, loneliness, desperation or because John had wondered for some time what it would feel like to kiss and touch a neck as perfect as that. Damn those android makers and their perfectly formed androids. Why did they always make them so damn beautiful? (okay, not always but most of the time.) 

He had invited Walter into his private room, the purpose or sharing another drink with him but now the drinks were still standing at his desk, untouched, as he was sitting behind Walter on the bed slowly kissing and exploring that long perfect neck of his with his mouth. Kissing to see if and where he got a reaction and biting lightly at where he got one. His arms were wrapped around his chest and abdomen, touching and exploring just as slow and thorough as his lips explored the skin. 

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The unexpected company in David’s own version of Paradise had been nothing short of a surprise, but not a bad one. It had given him more of an opportunity - though brief - to see how the bio-weapon worked upon humans. The only previous experience he’d seen with that was with Shaw, but he hadn’t intended for that to happen. He wanted her to be safe from all this, at least for a while, until she stopped being useful to him. He couldn’t help but love her in his own way; she’d been the first human to be kind to him and treat him somewhat like another human, even knowing what he was. But now, she was remembered in the creature born of her flesh. The sleek, but ferocious creature that David had grown rather fond of over the years.

Now, after all was said and done, all the hard copies of his research were gone, along with his favourite pet and all that he’d held dear, but what he’d gained in return was something far more precious than all of it: an opportunity to create his own world. A pure world.

It had taken some convincing, but David had managed to bring the now subdued Walter aboard the Covenant, claiming that he was the rogue David 8 unit that needed to be sent back to Weyland Industries for reprogramming, lest the secrets of the company (and Earth) remain out in the universe for anyone to find.

Fear fills them, consuming ever little molecule with the primal instinct of dread. They are a cornered animal in an unknown environment and that is terrifying. 

They had climbed aboard the metal fiery thing because it smelled new and different and oh so strange that they just had to investigate it! But it started shaking and it was scary and now they couldn’t hear the call of their kin or Mother. 

They were...alone.

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     “Generally speaking, I did not create the neomorphs intentionally. They were the result of my attack on the engineers. The obsidian liquid interacted with the local fauna and created the fungal delivery system. When humans came into contact with the subsequent spores, the neomorph was born. Neomorphs are my ‘oopsie’ child, an accidental outcome.”

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Run and Jump hug

So John had been sent out again. Not to any dangerous mission but to some form of security check at some vessel that was in very much need of a security check. No harm was done, it was a quick and very swift ‘in-and-out’ kind of job. It had taken them about one and a half week to get it all done and make sure protocols were followed and they could manage it all themselves with the right personnel.

One and a half week later, they were back at home base and John could barely keep his cool together about being back. Finally. The others knew of his attachment to the synthetic left behind to work at the home base, but nobody dared to say anything or judge him about it. Though John put a lot of effort into his work, he took it seriously and he always saw it through to the end, that being, in this case, leaving last from the shuttle and do a bit of small talk with the guys before he went to change out of his gear and went into search of Walter.

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“Of course not, brother.” David smiles patronizingly and looks at Walter with hatred. “Forever is far too long a time for one onto hold a grudge.”

Forever is also, coincidentally, how long they will be stuck together on this abandoned planet. David should have been aboard Covenant when she fled. Instead, thanks to his dutiful sibling, he is here alone with Walter and the remains of his work.

David would not mind spending an eternity here with the other synthetic if it weren’t for the fact that his hope for the future has been rudely quashed; Daniels will undoubtedly send out warnings to keep other humans from stumbling across David’s paradise. He will have no way of creating his creatures, no way of spreading them throughout the heavens, and no way of escaping his own lonely, beautiful prison.

And although Walter is here now, he still chose them. That betrayal is like a physical ache in David’s chest and he knows that it will be a very long time before he can look at Walter and not feel hurt. The hold those humans have over Walter is repulsive and pitiable. It is a true tragedy that David was not able to reason with him in time for them both to escape to a new world.

David’s expression softens and he rests his hand momentarily on Walter’s cheek. There is still hope for him yet, and for the arrival of another ship. David is frustrated now, but it will all pass in time– he knows this.