27. Alien
"What is a... what did you call it again?"
"Dog, Jack. That is a dog."
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Mark was sitting outside of his house, looking up at the stars. He loved space and everything about it, and the stars were beautiful. It was eleven p.m. and he was still up from editions, deciding it was a gorgeous night and it would be a nice time to stargaze.

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, something started to glow in the distance and started to move. At first Mark thought it was a shorting star, until it started going super fast and then seemingly disappeared, until it was in his fucking pool.

It was a giant sphere, green, and in his fucking pool. Mark thinks that it was the thing flying on the sky, and it must've moved fast because he barely saw a blur when it landed in the pool.

At first he thought a astroid or some shit in his pool that had just fallen, but then realized it was too perfectly round and looked man-made. Maybe a secret government project fell in his pool? Now that would be something, they'd probably kill him though.

The very top of the sphere popped off and something came out of the sphere that Mark was not expecting. It looked human and had the shape of a human, but it had eyes, everywhere. He had two normal eyes that were a pretty blue, and the rest were green, all different hues, just like his beautiful blue eyes. He had the same haircut as Mark and was green as well.

"Dia dhuit! An féidir leat a thuiscint dom? Or is this better?" The human-like creature asked, crawling out of the sphere and onto the edge of the pool. He rubbed his head and sighed. "Aww fear! scriosta mé dócha é anois! An raibh mé a scrios é?"

"English, please." Was all Mark could utter because what the fuck, a sphere was in his pool and a guy who looked like he was from Area fifty one appeared out of it. What the fuck.

"Oh, I apologize. I am Sean VII but you may call me Jack, since I allow people I've done great damage discard formalities entirely, and it seems I have wrecked your watering hole." Jack said with a sincere look on his face, and Mark couldn't be more confused.

"This is a fucking pool. Not a watering hole." Mark said, trying to gather his thoughts. "I- where did you come from? Who the hell are you? NASA I swear I didn't mean to find your secret if you're listening--" Mark was now rambling, trying to cover all of his bases just in case the government tried to silence him.

"NASA? You know what NASA is? We get tons of their stuff, the next time I come here I'll be sure to give them back their belongings. As for your other questions, I am from what I believe you call Mars. I am Sean VII, but as I said, you may call me Jack. I am the impire of Mars."

"Impire?"

"Emperor. And who is the emperor of you? Or are you the emperor?"

"I mean, we don't have emperors here in America. We have a president, then in Britain they have a queen, and then there's a whole bunch of other countries using different forms of government." Mark explained, trying to sound smart so he didn't get probed by the alien, because to be honest Jack looked like he would do it. Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Do you not have one ruler for your whole planet?" Jack asked. "How do you manage that?"

"We don't manage it, really, we go into war all the time because somehow we can't work together. Um, Anyways, why are you here?" Mark couldn't think of anything cool to say, because hell, as far as he knew he was the first person to talk to an alien, and he should intimidate him somehow so he doesn't destroy the whole human race but Mark couldn't help but feel like Jack was the one doing the intimidation.

"I am here to complete my ancestors dreams. We have always found your things, you see, and Sean I saw your people land on the moon, and we've been trying hard to come within contact with you. We've studied your language. I am simply here for a peace offering, or to make sure you are not more advanced than us where as you could use us as pawns." Jack said, accent thick, and Mark realized something; Jack was speaking Irish earlier.

"We have multiple languages. You used one earlier, Irish."

"Ah, so you do? That's unfortunate... Any ways, it looks like my ceardaíochta spás is broken, so do you have an extra life pod I may sleep in?" Jack asked, looking a round, the green eyes looking in all siffer met directions while his normal blue ones went to the same places.

"A life pod?"

"Yes, I believe you won't have the same ones I use because I am a ruler, but the seipteach should still be the same." Jack said, prying the lid off of his sphere and grabbed a couple of cylinders, placing them on the side of the pool, then closing the sphere.

"Look, I don't know what whatever you just said is but we sleep in beds, no life pods or that shit. Just don't touch anything, alright?" Mark said, getting up from his stargazing position and walking into his house, since he had apparently left his door open. He heard Jack trail behind him and Mark wanted to curl up and die but at the same time wanted the bragging rights that he was the first guy to speak to an alien.

Would Jack eat him in his sleep? Capture him and take him back to his home planet? Maybe probe him? Who knows, and now he was letting him in his house. Too late to wonder now, isn't it? Mark made his way to the guest room,vaguely wondering if he could convince Jack to take him to space. When Mark turned around and saw Jack looking around as they walked, he couldn't help but find it adorable.

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When Mark woke up he nearly had a heart attack because someone was clutching onto him, green hair on top of him. Mark wasn't going out with anyone at the time nor was he a 'no strings attached' kind of person, so this was all confusing, until last nights memories came flooding to him.

A fucking alien was cuddling him.

Mark wanted to scream partly because he let Jack sleep in the guest room and now he was here, in Mark's bed, and partly because there was an alien and Mark couldn't help but have a nerd moment.

"Jack," Mark said softly and watches as Jack flopped like a fish right off the bed, sounding out of breath and screeching. Jack looked around momentarily before he reached out for one of the cylinders he had brought in the house earlier, unscrewing the cap of it and downing what was in it. He sighed a breath of relief before looking at Mark, smiling.

"I couldn't sleep well not knowing the perils of your land, so I figured it would be best if I slept with you." Jack said, getting up and closing the cylinder. "What shall we do today?"

It was an odd question, an alien asking Mark what they would do. Mark pondered if he should take Jack down to see the government, deciding against that because if Jack really was an emperor he didn't want to piss his people off, and Mark thought that would be like saying 'here, take this mouse and pour acid on it to see if it dies'.

"I dunno. Let me have my coffee and then we can talk." Mark said as he slowly stood up from the best, realizing he slept in yesterday's clothes. If I slept shirtless I would be afraid that'd be an invitation to probe me. As Mark wandered down the hall he heard the familiar footsteps of Chica running towards him, whimpering and whining and growling. The source of this fear seemed to be Jack, as Chica was staring at Jack and Jack looked like he had just seen a person die and come back to life with dicks on his face or something.

"What is that?" Jack asked cautiously, remaining five feet away from them. Never had he seen someone look so afraid of a dog. "Chun rud éigin a bhfuil ach dhá shúil rud éigin níos mó a eagla ná rud éigin le ceithre." He repeated under his breath, still looking afraid.

"It's a dog, her name is Chica. Chica, it's alright, this is Jack. Jack, please don't eat her or something." Mark said as he called for Chica to follow him down the stairs, hearing Jack slowly trail behind them. It must be weird visiting another persons planet, seeing things you don't have and wondering what it is and why everyone is so calm.

"What did you say?" Mark asked as he started making his coffee, referring to Jack's fit of Irish words earlier. Jack was currently airing cross-legged on a chair in fear that Chica would accidentally brush against him, since Chica was curiously sitting next to him. "And stop treating Chica like a feral cat. You could touch her, you know."

"I said that something with two eyes is something that should be feared more than something with four eyes." Jack said quietly, seemingly trying to decide wether he should observe Mark or Chica.

"I only have two eyes." Mark would've loved to take a picture of the absolute shock in his face, but immediately felt quilts when he saw it mix with fear. Jack was too cute to look scared.

"Really?"

"Yup."

Jack went quiet for a while but go over his fear of Chica because he slowly ran a finger over her fur, then actually started petting her, in which Chica responded by leaning into Jack's gentle touches, and Mark was not jealous of his dog.

"What is a... what did you call it again?" Jack asked, gesturing towards Chica who was staring up at him dopey-eyed.

"Dog, Jack. That is a dog."

"Ah, a dog. We don't have them on Mars. Are they useful for anything, or more of a, how you say, luxury item?" Jack said it slowly, as if tried to remember what words to use.

"I wouldn't call them a luxury item but yeah, I guess, they're just more of majestic creatures that eat your food and sleep in your house, but you love them. Do you have anything like that?"

"Not really. We have cerberus', it kind of looks like your dog but has three cinnirí and they act more as guards than anything. Your world is very interesting, might I say. And you look nothing like humans were described. I was expecting a horrifying creature but then I got you." Jack said, a blush forming over his cheeks, making him look cute, and Mark mentally scolded himself for thinking in that way of an alien.

"Thanks, you're pretty good looking yourself." Mark said, winking, praying that no one would ever have the pleasure of knowing he's flirting with an alien.

(My gosh this was bad sorry)