Note to Reader: This is my first Farscape fan fiction. Send any constructive
criticism or comments to sm_fanfic@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations contained in this
story. I've simply borrowed them. They belong to the talented people who
bring us Farscape each week.
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I'm Sorry
By Scott Michael
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"Pilot?"
John's voice was almost casual, but had a tone of subtle urgency.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!"
The ship suddenly lunged sharply to the side, sending John and Aeryn tumbling
from their positions at the command consoles. John felt a sharp pain in his
lower left side as he slammed into the bulkhead and his view of command
swirled around him. He fought to stay conscious, but all he could think
about was the searing agony shooting up his spine from his hip.
Moya continued to rock violently. John tried to position himself so he could
see the view screen and Pilot's communication console. Once he'd managed to
roll himself over he could see the cause of his agony. Blood was flowing
freely from his upper thigh.
"Broken." He thought. "I've got to find out..." he began, but his thought
process came to a abrupt stop. The pit of his stomach went cold and he
suddenly forgot about the pain from his leg.
All he could see from his vantage point was her body from the waist down. Her
right leg was bent underneath her as if she was kneeling before laying down.
Something looked wrong. The entire position she was in just didn't look
natural. That's when he noticed that she was face down.
The room began to distort in John's vision once again. The bulkheads and
consoles began to spin. The last thought to go through his was the cold feel
of the floor as his check made contact. Then he slipped into the black silent
comfort of unconsciousness.
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Pilot's arms moved furiously over the controls. It was hard to concentrate on
the task at hand. He could feel Moya's fear, growing more intense by the
second. Was it her fear, or his? At times like this it was hard to
distinguish between the two.
"Pilot?" John voice came in over the com link. John will have to wait. Pilot
was frantically trying to shut down all of Moya's systems.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!" John blurted out.
Pilot felt annoyance mix into his current state of panic.
"I'll get to you when I can!" he thought to himself. "Are you going to help
me calm Moya down? I don't think so. So be patient!"
He was almost done anyway. Propulsion and primary environmental controls were
already off line. Only secondary systems were left.
Pilot 'saw' the wave through Moya's external sensors and knew that it was too
late. He couldn't completely shut her down in time. He let his hands slide
over the control panel a final time. Now he could feel Moya's horror more
sharply than ever. As his hands moved across the console he thought about his
union with the leviathon. He thought of how their relationship had
transformed over the years. It had become more than an exchange of necessity.
He loved her, and he felt that she too had grown to love him.
The wave slammed into the leviathion. The ship was tossed and thrown about
like a leaf in a hurricane. All at once the overwhelming panic and fear
coming from Moya was silenced. It had been so long since Pilot was completely
severed from his connection to her that he couldn't grasp the sudden amd
complete lack of her presence.
Lost in this terribly wondrous sensation of solitude, he didn't notice as the
hull breached, the wall folded like paper, and he was suddenly ripped from his
console and expelled into open space along with most of the interior of his
chamber.
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"This is foolish!" D'Argo blurted out. "You don't even know if this is the
same type of phenomenon that opened the wormhole that brought you here."
Crichton's voice came back over the com link, "Look bear, this is the best
shot at getting home I've had so how 'bout cutting me some slack, and letting
me get back to work. The wave's almost here."
"At least leave to com signal open so we can monitor you until you enter the
worm hole." D'Argo's voice was hiding the concern he felt for his friends.
It was also hiding the contempt he held for being called 'bear'. He would
make John explain to him exactly what he meant by it when this was all over.
"There's the wave." Announced Crais. "Talon, make sure our position is well
out of the wave's path."
Suddenly Crais's face changed. D'Argo could see a sudden look of concern, as
if the information he was getting from Talon was not good.
"Full power to propulsion, keep us out of the wave!" Crais shouted, then
turned to D'Argo. "There's a gravity field preceding the wave and it's
currently pulling us into it's path."
D'Argo turned to look at Moya. He could see the effects of the gravity field
had moved her out of position and turned her parallel to the face of the
anomaly.
"John! John, listen to me we're being pulled into the wave by a gravitational
field. It's pushed Moya out of position."
Crais jumped in, "Shut down all of Moya's systems. You have to abort your
little experiment. If you don't shut her down completely, the effects of the
wave will overload Moya's systems and you won't be able to gain control of the
ship once you've passed through it."
"I'm on it" John's voice crackled over the comms. "Pilot?"
"They're out of time." Crais said in a voice that sounded more like he was
reading the headline of a newspaper rather than announcing the final moments
of their friends lives.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!"
Crais and D'Argo watched helplessly as the wave moved passed them and
approached Moya. It was almost hypnotic the way it moved through space. The
fluctuations in the event horizon, and the brilliant blue colors that mixed
and swirled. The beauty of it completely masked the terrible force it
contained.
It hit Moya broadside. The ship tossed and tumbled like a toy boat in the
ocean. They watched in horror as the ship began to buckle. Moya's side
split, and the giant leviathon folded to almost a right angle. They could see
debris and atmosphere rush out through the gaping holes left in the ships
side.
The ship continued to break apart. They watched as the forces of the wave
split pieces off from the ship and folded parts of her as if they were made of
tin.
After what seemed like an eternity, the remains of the ship emerged from the
other side of the wave. Crais stood frozen by what he was seeing.
D'Argo stood firmly, eyes fixed on the view screen. Every muscle in his giant
luxan body tense and flexed. He could hear the door open and Rigel's
levitating chair enter the room. He assumed the others, concerned by
commotion and Talons engines firigng, had some up to command to investigate.
He didn't turn to face them. He stood looking at the view screen of Moya's
remains.
"They failed."
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John felt cold. He didn't know where he was, or what was happening. He just
felt cold. Something was wrong. He opened his eyes and was trying to make
sense of what he was seeing.
It was dark. The room he was in had broken panels and debris everywhere. He
tried to stand and pain ripped through his body. Everything came back to him
now.
"Aeryn!"
The thought flashed into his brain and shut out everything else. He looked
over to where she lay. Still in the same unnatural position.
He dragged himself over to her, his hip and leg screaming with every movement.
He looked into her open empty eyes. He knew instantly that she was not in
there. He lifted her head and placed his arm under. He put his other hand on
her cheek. As he felt reality slipping away from him once more, he leaned
close to her and whispered
"I'm sorry."
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criticism or comments to sm_fanfic@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations contained in this
story. I've simply borrowed them. They belong to the talented people who
bring us Farscape each week.
=========================================================
I'm Sorry
By Scott Michael
=========================================================
"Pilot?"
John's voice was almost casual, but had a tone of subtle urgency.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!"
The ship suddenly lunged sharply to the side, sending John and Aeryn tumbling
from their positions at the command consoles. John felt a sharp pain in his
lower left side as he slammed into the bulkhead and his view of command
swirled around him. He fought to stay conscious, but all he could think
about was the searing agony shooting up his spine from his hip.
Moya continued to rock violently. John tried to position himself so he could
see the view screen and Pilot's communication console. Once he'd managed to
roll himself over he could see the cause of his agony. Blood was flowing
freely from his upper thigh.
"Broken." He thought. "I've got to find out..." he began, but his thought
process came to a abrupt stop. The pit of his stomach went cold and he
suddenly forgot about the pain from his leg.
All he could see from his vantage point was her body from the waist down. Her
right leg was bent underneath her as if she was kneeling before laying down.
Something looked wrong. The entire position she was in just didn't look
natural. That's when he noticed that she was face down.
The room began to distort in John's vision once again. The bulkheads and
consoles began to spin. The last thought to go through his was the cold feel
of the floor as his check made contact. Then he slipped into the black silent
comfort of unconsciousness.
=========================================================
Pilot's arms moved furiously over the controls. It was hard to concentrate on
the task at hand. He could feel Moya's fear, growing more intense by the
second. Was it her fear, or his? At times like this it was hard to
distinguish between the two.
"Pilot?" John voice came in over the com link. John will have to wait. Pilot
was frantically trying to shut down all of Moya's systems.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!" John blurted out.
Pilot felt annoyance mix into his current state of panic.
"I'll get to you when I can!" he thought to himself. "Are you going to help
me calm Moya down? I don't think so. So be patient!"
He was almost done anyway. Propulsion and primary environmental controls were
already off line. Only secondary systems were left.
Pilot 'saw' the wave through Moya's external sensors and knew that it was too
late. He couldn't completely shut her down in time. He let his hands slide
over the control panel a final time. Now he could feel Moya's horror more
sharply than ever. As his hands moved across the console he thought about his
union with the leviathon. He thought of how their relationship had
transformed over the years. It had become more than an exchange of necessity.
He loved her, and he felt that she too had grown to love him.
The wave slammed into the leviathion. The ship was tossed and thrown about
like a leaf in a hurricane. All at once the overwhelming panic and fear
coming from Moya was silenced. It had been so long since Pilot was completely
severed from his connection to her that he couldn't grasp the sudden amd
complete lack of her presence.
Lost in this terribly wondrous sensation of solitude, he didn't notice as the
hull breached, the wall folded like paper, and he was suddenly ripped from his
console and expelled into open space along with most of the interior of his
chamber.
=========================================================
"This is foolish!" D'Argo blurted out. "You don't even know if this is the
same type of phenomenon that opened the wormhole that brought you here."
Crichton's voice came back over the com link, "Look bear, this is the best
shot at getting home I've had so how 'bout cutting me some slack, and letting
me get back to work. The wave's almost here."
"At least leave to com signal open so we can monitor you until you enter the
worm hole." D'Argo's voice was hiding the concern he felt for his friends.
It was also hiding the contempt he held for being called 'bear'. He would
make John explain to him exactly what he meant by it when this was all over.
"There's the wave." Announced Crais. "Talon, make sure our position is well
out of the wave's path."
Suddenly Crais's face changed. D'Argo could see a sudden look of concern, as
if the information he was getting from Talon was not good.
"Full power to propulsion, keep us out of the wave!" Crais shouted, then
turned to D'Argo. "There's a gravity field preceding the wave and it's
currently pulling us into it's path."
D'Argo turned to look at Moya. He could see the effects of the gravity field
had moved her out of position and turned her parallel to the face of the
anomaly.
"John! John, listen to me we're being pulled into the wave by a gravitational
field. It's pushed Moya out of position."
Crais jumped in, "Shut down all of Moya's systems. You have to abort your
little experiment. If you don't shut her down completely, the effects of the
wave will overload Moya's systems and you won't be able to gain control of the
ship once you've passed through it."
"I'm on it" John's voice crackled over the comms. "Pilot?"
"They're out of time." Crais said in a voice that sounded more like he was
reading the headline of a newspaper rather than announcing the final moments
of their friends lives.
"Pilot, we've got a situation here!"
Crais and D'Argo watched helplessly as the wave moved passed them and
approached Moya. It was almost hypnotic the way it moved through space. The
fluctuations in the event horizon, and the brilliant blue colors that mixed
and swirled. The beauty of it completely masked the terrible force it
contained.
It hit Moya broadside. The ship tossed and tumbled like a toy boat in the
ocean. They watched in horror as the ship began to buckle. Moya's side
split, and the giant leviathon folded to almost a right angle. They could see
debris and atmosphere rush out through the gaping holes left in the ships
side.
The ship continued to break apart. They watched as the forces of the wave
split pieces off from the ship and folded parts of her as if they were made of
tin.
After what seemed like an eternity, the remains of the ship emerged from the
other side of the wave. Crais stood frozen by what he was seeing.
D'Argo stood firmly, eyes fixed on the view screen. Every muscle in his giant
luxan body tense and flexed. He could hear the door open and Rigel's
levitating chair enter the room. He assumed the others, concerned by
commotion and Talons engines firigng, had some up to command to investigate.
He didn't turn to face them. He stood looking at the view screen of Moya's
remains.
"They failed."
=========================================================
John felt cold. He didn't know where he was, or what was happening. He just
felt cold. Something was wrong. He opened his eyes and was trying to make
sense of what he was seeing.
It was dark. The room he was in had broken panels and debris everywhere. He
tried to stand and pain ripped through his body. Everything came back to him
now.
"Aeryn!"
The thought flashed into his brain and shut out everything else. He looked
over to where she lay. Still in the same unnatural position.
He dragged himself over to her, his hip and leg screaming with every movement.
He looked into her open empty eyes. He knew instantly that she was not in
there. He lifted her head and placed his arm under. He put his other hand on
her cheek. As he felt reality slipping away from him once more, he leaned
close to her and whispered
"I'm sorry."
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