Johnny loves space. Johnny loves women. So why wouldn’t he like you? A sexy (in his own words) alien.

You had been found orbiting the moon, in some sort of sleep trance, until NASA had brought you back and contained you till further notice.

You’d been locked up in the lab of the Baxter building for days whilst they tried to figure out your nature. It was exposing, humiliating. But there was one thing that made it easier.

Johnny.

He brought you new Earth things to try, like soda, and cereal, he even bought you nice clothes. He had picked up on some phrases of your language, and enjoyed speaking to you in it.

Today, the team were at the UN, deciding whether or not you were a threat to be put back into orbit, or allowed to walk free. But he wasn’t there, they already knew his stance. He was here with you, just on the other side of the glass.