Allo allo me lovelies! So, I have been reading stuff on this site for ages eons and thingy and I finally broke down and made an account. I hope to write many stories (a note: They will ALL be SLASH!!) but I decided that the first one I post should be a Wikus/Christopher fic. Into the void! Tally-ho and all that, and as Tony Stark said: Be gentle, it's my first time.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the skin surrounding my weak human organs!

It was a sunny day in District 9, as it generally was. A surprisingly peaceful day, too, one of the rare moments of silence and tranquility…

Mostly.

"AAAAAAHSHITOHFUCKSHITCHRISTYOUFUCKINGBASTARDPRAWNFUCKERBOLLOCKSAAAAHFUCK!!!!!!"

Wikus Van der Merwe managed to bellow another string of curses, mostly directed at the prawn that was helping him, before a rag was stuffed into his mouth.

"Just keep breathing, I am almost finished," Christopher clicked, rubbing the human's shoulder gently.

As Wikus had continued to transform, it had become necessary for someone to remove the dead skin and clean the wounds on his body to prevent infection. That someone, of course, was Christopher Johnson.

Wikus subsided. Really, he was grousing more out of frustration than pain. The ship hidden under Christopher's house had been damaged accidentally when a neighboring prawn had fired an illegal weapon at the ground in an attempt to scare off human officials. The blast had punched a hole through the hull of the pod and destroyed large amounts of wiring. Christopher and Oliver were both working hard to repair it, but it would take time, and Wikus was impatient.

Christopher carefully wrapped a bandage around the human's midsection and stood up.

"Done," he informed Wikus quietly.

"Zickety-fuckin-boo," the man grumbled, pulling his shirt on. He started to rise, then grimaced in pain and staggered to the side. Christopher gently caught him under the arms and gracefully lowered him back to the floor. Wikus allowed himself to relax for a moment in the alien's strong arms before shoving him away.

"Don't fucking touch me, I'm fine," he snapped. Another wave of pain wracked his body, and he curled in on himself, gritting his teeth. Christopher clicked with wordless sympathy and draped a blanket over his houseguest.

"Can…is there…anything I can-" he began hesitantly before Wikus cut him off.

"You can leave me the fuck alone, prawn." He pulled the blanket over his head. Christopher nodded once, antennae drooping, and climbed down into the underground ship.