In the Beginning, There was You- Yautja x F!Reader
TW- Violence, swearing, sexual harassment/assault
Sanitizer burns the skin. No, not the hand sanitizer, the real stuff they use to clean the labs. Without gloves, masks, suits, it burns like acid. She learned the hard way a while back. Never forgot to wear them again.
It started out like a regular day, scrubbing down an empty lab, music playing off her phone, not too loud where she could get into trouble of course. She works as a cleaner in a secret government facility. It's an easy job for the most part. Clean, take a lunch, listen to music, go home, repeat with a bimonthly paycheck.
Located in a small town, this facility was built for alien research. The scientists here study everything that has come to earth. Are there real aliens here? No. she's only seen weapons, tools. She's not sure type of tools they are bu-
A slap. The sound echoes the room, louder than the music. Her ass stinging. What? She turns from the counter to see him. Greg Hunter, her boss. The pervert.
"Just checking up on you, sweetness," This disgusting man, abusing his power. Why don't I go to human resources? His best friend is the head of the department. Last time a woman went to HR she got fired.
She really needs this job. Too much debt, too many bills. "Please go away. I'm trying to work and go home." The woman's heart's pounding. Oh, how she hates this job.
"What? I can't come and see my favorite girl? Look at these cheeks baby, you're blushing." He smiles, a yellowed-chipped tooth on display.
"Leave me alone I have to work Get away from me." Moving to push the cleaning cart out the door, he grabs her arm, squeezing.
"Honey, don't run from me, it's not nice. Why don't you say sor-"
"Hunter, come in Hunter." A voice from his walkie talkie, a hero. He reaches down and brings it to his lips.
"Proceed to room eight." The alarm goes off, red and loud. "Extraterrestrial onsite and headed to containment. It's been tranquilized for 30 minutes, will need another dosage hourly."
"Understood. Over and out. He drops the arm, "We'll finish this later sugar, I gotta go." Blowing an air kiss, he walks out the lab.
She feels disgusting. Like she needs to shed skin. She hates this job, she hates that man, but it pays good money. Just have to keep going, head up, can't let anything break me, she thinks to herself.
The red flashing snaps her out of her thoughts. An alien? A real one? The woman pushes her cart out of the lab and into the hall. She wants to see the alien. Would it be green like the ones in the movies? She moves from lab ten to lab nine, just close enough to see the commotion, but not enough to seem nosey.
The doors to the outside open and a wave of soldiers pour in. In the middle of it, a moving table, something big strapped to it. She needs to get closer. Look. she can see the monster a little more. Claws on its hands and toes, light brown skin, its clothed like...Tarzan? Very jungle like.
"Move back!" A soldier yells at her. Startled, she takes a step back with the cart. She hears the thing before watching it try to move. A deep, groggy rumble, like thunder is heard.
"Up the dosage!" Chaos. The lab door opened as guns are trained onto the thing, someone preparing a needle, and everyone rushing into the lab.
She rushes to the door as soon as it closes. Wow, a real alien.
Right in front of her! Inside, about 10 scientists are scattered about, setting up data collecting charts, skin analyzation stations and more. Soldiers, guns ready to fire at the beast being shackled to a wall. She hoped she never had to go in there.
She's never had the best of luck.
It's six twenty-five. Her shift ends at thirty. She was sat around the table in the breakroom with the other cleaners trying to wait out the last few minutes. To her left, Anna, her right, Sandra. In front of her, Janice. They had all started at the same time, two years ago. Not exactly friends, but close coworkers.
"Can't wait to get home and get these damn shoes off, my feet are killing me." Janice sighed.
"Maybe it's time you get bigger shoes girl," Sandra snorted. "You know you got those wide ass feet."
"My feet are not wide, they're different!"
She chimes in. "More like deformed." The little group busts out laughing, Janice saying "Ya'll play too much!"
It was a fun little moment the four of them, laughing, until Hunter walks in.
“Four beautiful girls laughing oh so wonderful! What’s the joke I wanna laugh too.” Silence from the table.
The room suddenly fills to the brim with thick, heavy, tension. The women are silent, glancing at each other, wondering why he’s there. To fuck with them? Degrade? Harass? No one moves. Can’t hear anyone but Hunter breathing.
“Oh relax girls, I just need one simple favor. A teeney one. So small.” He puts up a pinched hand. “Tiny.”
Sandra lets out a huff. “What do you want? We’re about to leave.”
A grin spurts up on the creeps face. “I need one of you to clean lab eight.”
Eight. Eight. Eight. Eight? Lab eight, as in the one with that…thing? Absolutely not, no way not me, she thinks. Sandra responds first, "I gotta go pick up my kids I can't."
"I have to get my prescription before the pharmacy closes." Janice throws. Hunter looks between the last two, making a decision. "Well Miss Y/L stayed behind last time, so it's your turn Anna." He walks over, standing behind Anna's chair. "It'll be quick, and I'll keep you company." He puts his hands on her shoulders, and she flinches.
Anna. A very sweet woman. She's shy, and timid. It took her around four months to warm to everyone and actually speak. She's scared. Head down tensed up...Can't let her do it. She doesn't want Anna to be left alone with him. She knows how to ignore him, push him away. Beat him down if need be. "I'll do it."
Everyone turns towards her. "Yeah? Well......that's nice. Don't worry you'll be in and out, I'm sure of it." He walks out.
Whatever, she can clean quickly, right? Yeah, yeah. She stands from the table. "I'll see you ladies tomorrow." They give her a worried look. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Be safe girl." Janice warns.
"Goodnight, and don't worry, I'm a big girl. That bastard doesn't scare me."
Anna murmurs, "It's not him we're worried about.
Room Eight. She's at the corner of the hall almost in a panic. Why is she here? Why is she so selfless? She shouldn't be here. Terrified, what if it snaps its chains and then her necks? What if more like it comes and kills everyone and -
"Are you going in or not?" She's brought out of her thoughts. Two armed guards in front of the lab, staring at her. No. No. She can't go, that...thing. It's in there. Why can't they just make the scientists or the guards clean up whatever mess they made? She shouldn't have taken this job, should've begged for-
The doors close behind her. She doesn't remember walking in. A look around. No one is here. The computers on the walls turned off. The lights dimmed.
In the back of the room, in the center, the creature. The thing itself. It's arms and legs are chained to the wall. A metal collar around Its neck, shock collar? Its head hangs low, as if it were sleeping.
Good. It doesn't know she's here and she wants to keep it that way. She starts spraying down the counters, scrubbing as quickly as she can. Her heart's racing. She makes sure she takes glances at it every now and again. Next are the floors, taking her broom sweeping, mopping. She pauses. Taking a look at the back of the room, she notices a mess near the alien. She already knows what it is based on the crimson color. blood. Human blood. What did it do, eat someone?
Oh fuck, she has to clean that up, or else she'll get in trouble, especially with that bastard Hunter.
On shaking legs, mop in hand, she moves slowly to the back of the room. It's so quiet, except those uneven breaths. The heart feels like it's jumping out her chest.
Closer and closer she gets. fear seeping out of her skin. Goosebumps forming, her throat completely dry. The beast is still, quiet, sleeping. Soft, almost catlike purrs. Strangely, she wonders if it's dreaming. What sort of dreams? It's home perhaps? Wherever that may be, Saturn? Jupiter? Somewhere outside the galaxy?
She begins to the clean up the blood, it's partially dried, so she has to use some force, elbow grease. To distract herself, more questions. Why did it come to earth? How did it get caught? Is there more of them? Are they evolved? Devolved? Do they understand English? Any language on our planet? What does it eat? The blood's cleaned up, as if it were never there. The cleaner stands up, taking another look at the floor. Spotless, she can finally leave. Maybe she'll stop and get some-
The sound of chains rattling. No. No. NO fucking way. Did that foot just move? Please God no. Please, no, no, no. Her breath quickens once more, a panic attack. Her eyes slowly move up from its feet, then legs, its chest, neck, and finally to its yellow eyes. Open yellow eyes staring right at her.
She lets out a gasp and drops the mop. It's awake. Oh, my god. It's awake. Her mind is telling her to run; to go and tell the guards so they can knock him out again. She doesn't move. Still as a pole, looking into its eyes. It's not trying to reach for her, bite or claw. Not even growl. Why? Has it already given up on trying to escape? Or is the collar the reason it's so still?
She slowly backs away, keeping her eyes on the beast. She put the mop in the cart, pushing out the room. Her heart never slowing down until she's down the hall and back into the break room. A breath she didn't know she was holding released.
She's had enough for the night, staying behind and having to be that close to a monster? Her feet hurt, she's hungry, and just wants a hot bath. She gathers her bag, throws on her jacket and heads home, an overwhelming day
"So how was it?" She and Janice are the cafeteria scrubbing down the tables.
"How was what?" She tries to play dumb.
"Come on girl! The big bad wolf! What did it look like? Did it get you?"
"Yeah it got me and now you're talking to a clone."
"Ha-ha, very funny. Come on I was details! What was it doing?"
She sighs. "Nothing really. It was all chained up, and I think there was a shock collar on it." She thinks about those intense yellow eyes.
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
Oh, that's a good question. "I actually don't know. I didn't think to check."
A voice from the intercom. "Ladies! I don't think we pay you to gossip! Let's get back to work!"
Disgusted, Janice mumbles, "Damn perverts, always watching. I swear if I find a camera in the bathroom, I'm suing this place for everything they got."
"I'm sure a black site wouldn't let civilians sue them." And she was right. This place would blow the place up with everyone inside, that have a word leaked about its existence.
Day one, they were told if they spoke of this place, to anyone, anywhere, they'd be jailed in an unamerican prison, somewhere they'd never be found, where no one would even dare to look. Thei families would be murdered; their lives wouldn't even be a memory.
"Yeah, yeah. Just gotta take it. For the check right. Come on, we're just about finished here." The two women gather their carts and head to their next assignment.
On the way to, loud voices screaming cursing. Soldiers running past them, obviously to room eight. She doesn't want to get near it, but as soon as she opens her mouth, Janice does. "Come on! I wanna see what's going on!" Now outside the lab, they watch the commotion. The soldiers were at the ready, guns aimed at the thing. Scientists all screaming to not shoot, don't fire, we need it alive. The beast itself had scratches all over, green spilling out. It must be its blood. There was a bullet in its shoulder. It was snarling, struggling against the chains.
Someone screamed to "Press the damn button!" A second later the collar zapping the creature, a roar being forced out of it. It made the two of them flinch. Someone was edging closer to it, trying to inject a needle into it. Someone else distracts it, yelling. The needle gets pushed into its skin, making it reflect and bite at the one who stuck it. A human arm ripped off, blood spraying everywhere.
The creature beings to get drowsy, still pulling on the chains, weakly growling, it was almost sad. She supposed it just wanted to escape but what would it do if it did?
She didn't want to think about it. "Come on girl, let's get out of here." She pushes her cart away from the scene. Janice follows, only when the beast finally settles.
"Hey you!" She's standing at the vending machine, trying to smooth out her crumpled dollar. "You!" She turns around. A solider standing with his arms crossed, staring at her with annoyance.
"You're a cleaner right?"
"Room eight, now. There's blood." He turns and begins to walk away. She's still there, watching him walk away. He couldn't have asked anyone else? He turns around. "I'm not gonna tell you again."
She grabs her cleaning cart and follows him down the hall and into the lab. Unlike last time, there were people in the lab, all buzzing about, charting data, analyzing blood, looking at screens with the beasts DNA on them. On the table in the center, some weird weapons? One resembling a gun, two small knives, and some type of watch?
No one cares that she's there, no one giving her a glance. She's nothing beneath them, dirt they can walk on. The beast is already staring at her when she looks ahead. Her heart beats a little faster, but she doesn't feel scared. It watches her the whole time she gets over. With her sponge in one hand and her bleach in another, she gets on her knees, keeping it in the corner of her eye.
The size of it compared to her is unreal. Its thigh is muscular, the size of both her legs. She scrubs, hard. It's too much blood. So much blood. She looks up slowly when the chains rattle. Staring down at her, it lets out a small whine like noise. As if it were hurt, upset, needy. It tilts its head to the side, glancing at her cart. She looks back, there's nothing there except her water bottle.
Oh. Its thirsty. She can't give it her water. What if it's a trick and it snaps her neck? What if it bites her arm off just like before? She looks into its eyes again. They seem almost soft, kind. As if it wouldn't dare even think about hurting her. She can't just let it suffer, even though she knows she shouldn't, she sneakily grabs her bottle, bringing it close. It tusks open, not making a sound. She begins to pray to whoever listening that she lives through this. Its mouth opens with sharp teeth. Mouth is almost, bat like, she thinks. The water slowly begins to pour, drinks greedily, as if they weren't giving it anything. Surprisingly she feels bad. Its eyes never left hers, making the most intense eye contact she's ever had. Once the bottle is empty, she pulls back, looking around to see if anyone was watching. No one.
She drops down to her tasks, feeling its eyes on hers the whole time.
An annoying voice. "Look who it is! My favorite girl." She wishes she had been ripped apart. "Be careful baby, this boy is hungry, don't want him to take a bite outta you." He pulls her by the arm and drags her up.
"Come on, don't be like that, especially in front of everyone. Now say sorry, and give me one on the cheek yeah?" He grunts at her. He's pulling her closer to her him, and she's trying to pull away, she says stop, leave me alone. No one cares, no one's helping. Is she really about to be assaulted in a room full of men who could help? Just when he was about to put his lips on hers, an unexpected noise startles everyone.
A roar, louder that she's ever heard. He's pulling at his chains, eyes narrowed and angry. He seems set on getting to Hunter, its tusks flaring. Everyone alert now, yelling for a stun, to shoot, get him under control. She takes the chance to push out Hunter's arms, take her cart and go.
Once the door closes behind her, she presses her hand to her heart and begins to cry. Loud broken sobs, that echo in the hallway. She hates this job; she hates her life.
Doing her stock in the storage room, placing all her things from the cart back where they belong, she notices her bleach, and her sponge missing. She must've left them on in the lab. If she doesn't bring them back, someone will think she's stealing. Or they'll think she's an idiot for leaving them in the lab. She goes back, the doors sliding open to silence. No one is there, just him once again. His head perks up and the sight of her. She thinks she should've brought him more water. She looks him over, more and more green blood, dried and wet coming out of two bullet holes in his right arm, three claw marks on his chest as if someone took a knife and sliced him there, over and over. His neck burned, they've been tasing him too much.
He looks weak, broken down. He watches as she looks around for her things. Her mind can't stop thinking about how he pretty much saved her from the assault. Without looking at him, keeping her head down, she whispers "Thank you."
He lets out a deep, short purr. She takes it as a "You're welcome." Her mouth opens before she can even think. "He's a creep. The guy you saved me from."
He's still watching her, listening. The chains rattle every now and again, he's uncomfortable. Poor thing's been standing for too long. "He's always like that, grabbing and touching on the women. It's disgusting. I'd quit, you know. But I've got so many bills, so much debt. It's too much." She notices her supplies in the corner and walks over to them. "I'm rabbling I know, I just... I just wanted to say thanks." She chuckles to herself. "I don't even know if you can understand me." She turns around to look at him, he's already looking at her. "It meant a lot. Hopefully he stops, but.....yeah."
The room is tense. Silent. The two species staring at each other, wondering if the other understands, wondering what their thoughts are, who they are, what they could be. She walks to the door. She pauses, needing to say one more thing before she heads home, leaving him here. "I'm sorry you're here. I hope one day you can go home."
He tilts his head to the side, understanding? Questioning? She doesn't know. With one last look, she leaves.
Since that day, she's been the only one who's been allowed in the lab to clean up behind everyone. None of the other women will believe her when she says the......thing is kind to her, never biting at her, growling, just listening, occasionally purring. In return for her one-sided conversation, she would sneak him some snacks and water, clean his wounds.
Sometimes they would hurt him too much, leaving him to bleed out, and when the lab was clear she'd do her best to comfort him, and make him feel better, as much as she could. She had showed him her radio, played him a few of her favorite sings, baked him some banana bread, she could tell he didn't like it, but he forced himself to eat it anyway.
She was still getting bothered by Hunter. Touching, catcalling, and of course when she rejected him over and over, he'd turned mean, spewing insults at her, throwing things at her, knocking down things. Trying to scare her, but she's had a father who was worse. Much, much worse.
The scientists had given him a name. Predator. She didn't understand why, but it wasn't her job to, she had told herself. They were an odd pair of...friends? She knows he wanted her to let him go, but she couldn't. Can't risk her job. She needs it too much.
She had just finished her rounds, waiting for the elevator to go to drop off her cart. Two soldiers came up behind her, waiting with her. She knew better than to listen to the convo, but she couldn't help it.
"It looks like a fuckin' toad mixed with a uh.... walrus." One speaks. The other laughs. "Dude I'm serious! It's so fucking ugly, and it's a boy, just imagine what the bitches are like."
"God, I don't even want to imagine that shit man," The elevator comes and all three get on. "Did you hear about the shut down?"
"Nah what you talking about?"
"Some fucking higher up's all pissy, and now there's orders to kill the thing and burn the body."
"Tonight, they want it done ASAP you know?"
"Everyone gets new stations. I just hope they don't put me in a fucking station out of the country again. Last time I had the craziest stomach bug. Fucking hell man."
They get off the elevator chatting. She's in shock, they're going to kill him? They can't do that, no. Why can't they just release him, and go about it? She's sure he won't come back to earth; he just wants to go home. Now on her floor, she tries to think of anything to distract her from the fact that her new friend was going to die soon. And he had no clue. She thought of her bills, maybe she can splurge a little and buy some cinnamon and make some cinnamon cupcakes, yes that sounds so good. She wonders if he would like-
No. She has to stop thinking about him now, forever. There's nothing she can do to help. It's not her problem anymore. Even if he's nice to her. Never been threatening, never even growled at her. Listened to her ramble. He was almost a friend, right? This is wrong, taking his life because he's different? Not from here? How is that different from killing humans?
Her feet move without thinking. She's walking as fast as she could without alarming anyone all the way to Room Eight. No guards outside the door, even if there were they wouldn’t stop her, she's just the cleaner. She pushes her cart inside, his head immediately perking up, watching her, waiting for her to speak. Perhaps she's brought some water? Or another sweet thing? He wishes he could tell her she doesn't like the sweetness but he she's been the only one kind to him. She comes closer, bringing her mop with her just in case anyone looks in.
She speaks with a quiet yet rushed voice. "They're going to kill you. Tonight. I heard them say it. I-I can't let that happen, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself for just sitting back and watching."
He tilts his head, she knows he's listening to her. "First the collar." She looks around, trying to find something. If she can find something to put under it and break it off, like a stick? No, like an ax. In the emergency box on the wall. It's on the other side of the room. With her mop in hand, she goes over to the box, its glass, she'll have to break it. Someone could walk past, outside the door will hear oh my god. They'll come in and shoot her down. She can't risk her life for this, not for some alien.
"Look who it is! Miss Sexy." No. Hunter. "What's going on here? Don't remember anyone telling you to clean in here, baby."
"I'm just doing it, just in case it was needed." Her hands tighten around the mop, bracing for whatever touching he wants to do. She hopes he will hurry up and leave, so she can help her friend.
"Such a sweet, sweet thing aren't you." Hunter takes a step closer to the woman. The chains rattle, the predator moving around. He's antsy. Hunter looks over at him. "Is the big mean monster scaring you princess?"
"No." She says calmly. "I'm fine.
"Don't lie to me now, I can see it in your eyes, all blown out, you're terrified baby." He pulls out a remote from his pocket. "But don't worry, Daddy's got ya." He aims the remote at the predator and clicks one of the buttons. Electric shocks begin and her friend roars in pain.
"Stop it! You're hurting him!" She gasps. She tries to grab the remote from Hunter but he pushes her away laughing as he turns up the shock volume. “Please! Stop!” She tries again, this time Hunter starts getting pissed. There’s no way this bitch gives a fuck about this thing right? Cares more about some fucking alien than him? Who’s been kind to her, flirting with her? No fucking way man.
When she tries a third time, he backhands her hard, she falls and hits her head one the floor.” Stupid fucking bitch.” He turns it up higher. The predator is roaring brokenly, mandibles quivering, paws clenched into fists. “That shot hurts don’t it, huh boy?” Hunter mocks. “I should kill you now, make it easier for everyone. Fucking disgusting to even look at.” He goes to raise the volume one last time but he’s stopped when a mop is swung at his face.
Her hands tight around the mop, she swings it at him again, this time he grunts as he catches it. They’re both holding onto it, trying to tug it out the others hand.
“I should kill you bitch.” He spits out. Quick thinking, she pulls her foot up and kicks him in the stomach, letting go of the mop, sending him backwards into a desk corner head first, knocking him unconscious onto the floor. The remote slides out of his hand and she runs to it, looking it over once before pressing random buttons. She presses a blue button, not just stopping the shock torture, but it completely falls off.
He’s panting, most likely trying to catch its breath. She can see fresh burns on its neck, tears prickling her eyes. Picking up her mop, she runs over to the emergency box and uses the handle of the broom to break the glass. It shatters, not caring about it she reaches in and grabs the ax. “We have to be quick.”
The ax is heavy, it drags on the floor when she moves towards him. “Stay still okay? Very still.” She urges. She uses all her strength to lift the ac high above her head and aims for the chain attached to his right arm. It breaks on the first try.
What she never expected, was for the alarms to start going off. Red flashes, blaring, she wants to cover her ears. She lifts again, but this time he hold out his arm, a silent “Give it to me.” She hands it to him, he swings it much easier than she could ever, chopping off the chains, freeing himself. The sound of yelling, boots stomping on the floor, guns being loaded. She doesn’t have to turn around to know that solders are lining up outside the door ready to kill them both.
The predator, taking big, few steps forward to his belongings that were being kept in a case in the middle of the room. She can tell he tired, broken, but he still smashes the case glass with his fist. Inside lied a knife, a weird looking helmet, a futuristic looking arm band, and a weapon. She assumed it was a gun. He put on the arm band first, glancing at her and the door. Soldiers were just watching waiting for the order the open fire, guns not on stun, but on kill. They don’t wonder if they should be cautious with a civilian in the room, she’s just a cleaner.
He puts on his helmet next, then strapping on his gun and pocketing his knife. He turns to her, walking up. “You be careful okay? And you make sure you never come back here.” She offers a small smile, knowing her fate. She’s done a good thing she tells herself. Looks looks past him, a solider opening the door and tosses a smoke bomb into the room. It’s fires off fogging up the lab. “They’re coming, you gotta get out of here.” He tilts his head once again, she’ll miss seeing that. “Don’t forget me okay?”
Green lasers float around the room, the shoulders are inside looking for them. He lifts his arm and presses onto his arm band. Then completely disappears.
Her eyes widen, complete shock. She’d never expected what was next.
A/N- Holy shit this took way longer to write than I wanted. Sorry again it took so long to come out I got hit by a car😭 Hope yall enjoyed it!
