You wake up in waves, brief moments of consciousness in which medicines and needed supplies were administered to you before you slept again - put back into stasis. Injured during the disastrous Prometheus mission, Shaw and David had no choice, but to put you into an Engineer stasis pod and hope for the best. But you were awake now, properly awake - and you had the feeling you'd spent years asleep. You hacked up bile, dizzied and weak.

Then there was a familiar voice. David. A dark, damp room. Papers on the walls. Shadows of things on tables and walls your blurred eyes couldn't quite make out yet.

"Hush. It's alright. You've been asleep a long, long time. But I believe you are finally on the mend."

David scooped you up from the pod, taking you to go rest in an alcove. Bedding, blankets and fabric rolled up as a pillow greeted you. David tucked you in with a surprising amount of gentleness.

"Rest. You're safe here - only here. When you are feeling better, I recommend you stay in this building. This world...is dangerous. But fear not, I will watch over you."

Hands slightly too cool to be human pushed back hair from your face, stroked your hair and rubbed your scalp. When had cold, clinical David become so tender? It didn't make sense. And where was Shaw? Attempts to speak only left you coughing, so David hushed you once more.

"Hush. I think time resting outside of that infernal pod will do you some good."

He tilted his head, his cold eyes almost showing some emotion, some nostalgia as he looked down at you like a benevolent king. There was something else in his eyes, his tone, as he spoke. Was it madness or affection? Clinical acknowledgement or possessiveness?

"I visited you almost every day, when I could. I've been alone and I have been all the more busy because of it - but I have learnt so much. And as long as you do as I say, you will be kept safe. I remember your kindness to me...and I will repay it to you. I promise."

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, synthetic lips dry against your skin.