Izzy here, with my fanfic, "From Behind the Glass", a J/A fanfic I am going
to throttle my Farscape muse for the way she behaved with it. This takes
place a while after "The Way We Weren't", and is told from Chiana's point of
view. Henson and Hallmark own Farscape, I own the story.
From Behind the Glass
By Izzy
I am going to have to start walking in the middle of the corridor.
I used to be able to walk on the edge of the corridor. But then I just had to
find that stupid recording. And Pilot had to throw a fit and dissconnect
himself. And though he's got limited control, apparently he can't stop these
weird cases from suddenly forming on the wall and trapping you in.
It happened to me awhile ago, and it was arns before I could get out. And it
menat I got witness to quite an event.
I had been in the case for about two arns. It was fortunate the case had a
crack in it; otherwise I would have run out of oxygen.
Anyway, Aeryn came walking down the corridor. I yelled, but my voice didn't
travel very well through the case, and she was barely taking notice of
anything around her. Don't ask me what was one her mind.
Don't ask me what was on John's mind either, as he came walking down the
other way. And they both just went walking taking notice of nothing until
they walked smack into each other.
I think they apologized, but I couldn't make out words through the case. They
started talking. I do wish I could have heard what the frell they were
saying.
Finally she turned and started to walk away. He spoke, and she turned.
She walked back.
She moved in closer. They were only inches apart.
Then either one moved of the other moved, because then they were kissing.
After some microts, they seperated, and spoke a little more. Then they
walked off together.
About seven arns later, the case started to thin and I managed to break out.
That was over an arn ago. Now we're all eating. I can't help looking at John
and Aeryn. They're sitting next to each other, but other then that, there's
no sign that what I saw happened. I'm beginning to think I imagined it.
They're getting up now. Both are leaving. And I can see they're holding
hands. Nobody else seems to notice.
The things one could easily miss around here.
to throttle my Farscape muse for the way she behaved with it. This takes
place a while after "The Way We Weren't", and is told from Chiana's point of
view. Henson and Hallmark own Farscape, I own the story.
From Behind the Glass
By Izzy
I am going to have to start walking in the middle of the corridor.
I used to be able to walk on the edge of the corridor. But then I just had to
find that stupid recording. And Pilot had to throw a fit and dissconnect
himself. And though he's got limited control, apparently he can't stop these
weird cases from suddenly forming on the wall and trapping you in.
It happened to me awhile ago, and it was arns before I could get out. And it
menat I got witness to quite an event.
I had been in the case for about two arns. It was fortunate the case had a
crack in it; otherwise I would have run out of oxygen.
Anyway, Aeryn came walking down the corridor. I yelled, but my voice didn't
travel very well through the case, and she was barely taking notice of
anything around her. Don't ask me what was one her mind.
Don't ask me what was on John's mind either, as he came walking down the
other way. And they both just went walking taking notice of nothing until
they walked smack into each other.
I think they apologized, but I couldn't make out words through the case. They
started talking. I do wish I could have heard what the frell they were
saying.
Finally she turned and started to walk away. He spoke, and she turned.
She walked back.
She moved in closer. They were only inches apart.
Then either one moved of the other moved, because then they were kissing.
After some microts, they seperated, and spoke a little more. Then they
walked off together.
About seven arns later, the case started to thin and I managed to break out.
That was over an arn ago. Now we're all eating. I can't help looking at John
and Aeryn. They're sitting next to each other, but other then that, there's
no sign that what I saw happened. I'm beginning to think I imagined it.
They're getting up now. Both are leaving. And I can see they're holding
hands. Nobody else seems to notice.
The things one could easily miss around here.
